4 Yet though my limbs disease invades, And bears me to the peaceful shades 5 Here stop, my soul, thy rapid flight, 6 Here let me through the vales pursue 7 From false caresses, causeless strife, Wild hope, vain fear, alike removed, Here let me learn the use of life, When best enjoy'd-when most improved. 8 Teach me, thou venerable bower! 9 When pride by guilt to greatness climbs, 10 But lest I fall by subtler foes, Bright Wisdom, teach me Curio's art, MIDSUMMER. 1 0 PHŒBUS! down the western sky, 2 Come, gentle Eve! the friend of Care, Come, Cynthia, lovely queen of night! Refresh me with a cooling breeze, And cheer me with a lambent light. 3 Lay me where, o'er the verdant ground, Her living carpet Nature spreads; Where the green bower, with roses crown'd, In showers its fragrant foliage sheds. 4 Improve the peaceful hour with wine; 5 Come, Stella, queen of all my heart! Come, born to fill its vast desires! Thy looks perpetual joys impart, Thy voice perpetual love inspires. 6 While, all my wish and thine complete, By turns we languish and we burn, Let sighing gales our sighs repeat, Our murmurs, murmuring brooks return. 7 Let me, when Nature calls to rest, And blushing skies the morn foretell, Sink on the down of Stella's breast, And bid the waking world farewell. AUTUMN. 1 ALAS! with swift and silent pace, 2 'Twas Spring, 'twas Summer, all was gay; Now Autumn bends a cloudy brow; The flowers of Spring are swept away, And Summer fruits desert the bough. 3 The verdant leaves that play'd on high, And wanton'd on the western breeze, Now trod in dust neglected lie, As Boreas strips the bending trees. 4 The fields, that waved with golden grain, Not moist with dew, but drench'd in rain, 5 No more, while through the midnight shade, Beneath the moon's pale orb I stray, Soft pleasing woes my heart invade, 6 From this capricious clime she soars, Oh! would some god but wings supply! To where each morn the Spring restores, Companion of her flight, I'd fly. 7 Vain wish! me Fate compels to bear 8 What bliss to life can Autumn yield, If glooms, and showers, and storms prevail, And Ceres flies the naked field, And flowers, and fruits, and Phoebus fail? 9 Oh! what remains, what lingers yet, To cheer me in the darkening hour? 10 Haste-press the clusters, fill the bowl; Apollo! shoot thy parting ray: This gives the sunshine of the soul, This god of health, and verse, and day. 11 Still, still the jocund strain shall flow, The pulse with vigorous rapture beat; WINTER. 1 No more the morn, with tepid rays, 2 The lingering hours prolong the night, 3 By gloomy twilight half reveal'd, With sighs we view the hoary hill, The leafless wood, the naked field, The snow-topt cot, the frozen rill. 4 No music warbles through the grove, 5 Aloud the driving tempest roars, Congeal'd, impetuous showers descend; Haste, close the windows, bar the doors, Fate leaves me Stella, and a friend. 6 In Nature's aid let Art supply With light and heat my little sphere; Rouse, rouse the fire, and pile it high, Light up a constellation here. |