"Live unseen!" By moon-light shades in valleys green, Still I love the modest mien Of gentle evening fair; and her star-train❜d queen. Did'st thou, shepherd, never find In this undistinguish'd' shade. Far from the world's infections view Go, and in day's more dang'rous hour, FOR THE MONUMENT YE OF ROSE: A FAVOURITE SPANIEL. By the Earl of Carlisle. E fairy sprites, who oft by dusky eve, When no rude noise disturbs this peaceful grove, O'er cowslips' heads your airy dances weave, Or with your females whisper tales of love. A favourite's urn protect with ev'ry spell, Nor in the redden'd eye the starting tear. For ye have seen her at the rise of day, Fair as the blushing flower, whose name she bore; Try the thick copse, or in the valleys play, Neglect her not, though all her beauty's o'er. Lest should some heifer from the neighbouring mead, Or playful colt her little tomb profane; Lest on that breast the turf too hard they tread, Which ne'er knew sorrow, nor e'er tasted pain. For this may no rude peasants, ere the dawn, With noisy rattling of their loaded teams; Drive you with mirth unfinish'd off the lawn, Or in the vale disturb your pleasing dreams. THE END. J. Swan, Printer, 76, Fleet Street. |