Inftead of harmony, 'tis jar And tumult, and inteftine war. The love that cheers life's latest stage, Preferv'd by virtue from declension, But angry, coarse, and harsh expreffion Proves that the heart is none of his, Or foon expels him if it is. T An Invitation into the Country. I. THE swallows in their torpid state, Compose their useless wing, And bees in hives as idly wait II. The keenest frost that binds the stream, The wildeft wind that blows, Are neither felt nor fear'd by them, Secure of their repose. III. But man, all feeling and awake, The gloomy scene furveys, With prefent ills his heart must ach, And pant for brighter days. IV Old IV. Old winter halting o'er the mead, Bids me and Mary mourn, But lovely spring peeps o'er his head, And whispers your return. V. Then April with her fifter May, VI. And if a tear that speaks regret A glimpse of joy that we have met Shall fhine, and dry the tear. TRANS TRANSLATION OF PRIOR'S CHLOE AND EUPHELIA. I. MERCATOR, vigiles oculos ut fallere poffit, Lené fonat liquidumque meis Euphelia chordis, II. Ad speculum ornabat nitidos Euphelia crines, Cum dixit mea lux, heus, cane, fume lyram. Namque lyram juxtà pofitam cum carmine vidit, Suave quidem carmen dulcifonamque lyram, III. Fila lyræ vocemque paro, fufpiria furgunt, Dumque tuæ memoro laudes, Euphelia, formæ, VOL. I. A a Subrubet VI. Subrubet illa pudore, et contrahit altera frontem, Heu! fallendi artem quam didicere parum. BOADIC E A; A N ODE. I. WHEN the British warrior queen, Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought with an indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods, II. Sage beneath the spreading oak Full of rage and full of grief. Princess! |