II. HOPE. I. My banks they are furnish'd with bees, And my hills are white over with sheep. Such health do my fountains bestow ; My fountains are border'd with moss, Where the harebells and violets grow. II. Not a pine in my grove is there seen, But a sweet-briar twines it around. One would think she might like to retire Το prune the wild branches away. IV. From the plains, from the woodlands and groves, What strains of wild melody flow! How the nightingales warble their loves From thickets of roses that blow ! And when her bright form shall appear, As she may not be fond to resign. I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed: But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed. VI. I have heard her with sweetness unfold, And she call'd it the sister of love. VII. Can a bosom so gentle remain Unmoved, when her Corydon sighs? Will a nymph that is fond of the plain, These plains and this valley despise ? Dear regions of silence and shade! Soft scenes of contentment and ease! Where I could have pleasingly stray'd, If aught, in her absence, could please. VIII. But where does my Phyllida stray? And where are her grots and her bowers? Are the groves and the valleys as gay, And the shepherds as gentle as ours? The groves may perhaps be as fair, And the face of the valleys as fine; The swains may in manners compare, But their love is not equal to mine. III. SOLICITUDE. I. WHY will you my passion reprove? II. O you that have been of her train, That will sing but a song in her praise. -But I cannot allow her to smile. III. For when Paridel tries, in the dance, O how, with one trivial glance, Might she ruin the peace of my mind! In ringlets he dresses his hair, And his crook is bestudded around; And his pipe-oh, may Phyllis beware Of a magic there is in the sound. IV. "Tis his with mock passion to glow; ས. To the grove or the garden he strays, VI: " Then the lily no longer is white; "Then the rose is deprived of its bloom; "Then the violets die with despite, "And the woodbines give up their perfume." Thus glide the soft numbers along, And he fancies no shepherd his peer; -Yet I never should envy the song, Were not Phyllis to lend it an ear. VII. Let his crook be with hyacinths bound, IV. DISAPPOINTMENT, I. YE shepherds, give ear to my lay, She was fair-and my passion begun ; II. Perhaps I was void of all thought; It banishes wisdom the while! And the lip of the nymph we admire III. She is faithless, and I am undone ! Ye that witness the woes I endure, |