DELIA. THE gentle swan with graceful pride But not so sweet-blithe Cupid knows, A parent bird, in plaintive mood, And still the pendent nest she view'd, The genial brood must be ; But not so dear (the thousandth part!) As Delia is to me. The roses that my brow surround Scarce pluck'd, and in a garland bound, My vital bloom would thus be froze, If luckless torn from thee e; For what the root is to the rose, My Delia is to me. Two doves I found, like new fallen snow, So white the beauteous pair! The birds to Delia I'll bestow, They're like her bosom fair! When, in their chaste connubial love, My secret wish she'll see; May Delia share with me. DAMON AND PHILLIS. Donec gratus eram, &c. HOR. DAMON. WHEN Phillis was faithful, and fond as she's fair, I twisted young roses in wreaths for my hair; But ah! the sad willow's a shade for my brows, For Phillis no longer remembers her vows! [flies, To the groves with young Colin the shepherdess While Damon disturbs the still plains with his sighs. PHILLIS. Bethink you, false Damon, before you upbraid, When Phoebe's fair lambkin had yesterday stray'd, Through the woodlands you wander'd, poor Phillis forgot! And drove the gay rambler quite home to her cot; A swain so deceitful no damsel can prize; 'Tis Phoebe, not Phillis, lays claim to your sighs. DAMON. Like summer's full season young Phoebe is kind, Her manners are graceful, untainted her mind! The sweets of contentment her cottage adorn, She's fair as the rosebud, and fresh as the morn! She smiles like Pomona-These smiles I'd resign, If Phillis were faithful, and deign'd to be mine. H PHILLIS. On the tabor young Colin so prettily plays, He sings me sweet sonnets, and writes in my praise! He chose me his true-love last Valentine Day, When birds sat like bridegrooms all pair'd on the [mind, Yet I'd drive the gay shepherd far, far from my If Damon, the rover, were constant and kind. spray; DAMON. Fine folks, my sweet Phillis, may revel and range, [change! But fleeting's the pleasure that's founded on In the villager's cottage such constancy springs, That peasants with pity may look down on kings. To the church then let's hasten our transports to bind, And Damon will always prove faithful and kind. PHILLIS. To the church then let's hasten, our transports to bind, And Phillis will always prove faithful and kind. CORYDON. To the Memory of William Shenstone, Esq. COME, shepherds, we'll follow the hearse, On purpose he planted yon trees, No verdure shall cover the vale, No bloom on the blossoms appear; His Phillis was fond of his praise, So give me my Corydon's flute, And thus -let me break it in twain. CORYDON AND PHILLIS. HER sheep had in clusters crept close by the grove, And Phillis herself, in a woodbine alcove, A youngling it seems had been stole from its dam (Twixt Cupid and Hymen a plot), That Corydon might, as he search'd for his lamb, As through the gay hedge for his lambkin he peeps, To tarry much longer would hazard my heart, Hush, hush'd be these birds, what a bawling they keep! (He cried), you're too loud on the spray, Don't you see, foolish lark, that the charmer's You'll wake her as sure as 'tis day: [asleep; How dare that fond butterfly touch the sweet Her cheek he mistakes for the rose; [maid! I'd pat him to death, if I was not afraid My boldness would break her repose.' Young Phillis look'd up with a languishing smile, 'Kind shepherd (she said), you mistake; I laid myself down just to rest me a while, The shepherd took courage, advanced with a bow, |