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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.
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.
Improve the peaceful hour with wine,

Let mufick die along the grove;
Around the bowl let myrtles twine,
And
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strain be tun'd to love. Come, Stella, queen of all my heart !

Come, born to fill its vast desires ! Thy looks perpetual joys impart,

Thy voice perpetual love inspires. While all my wish and thine complete,

By turns we languish and we burn, Let fighing gales our fighs repeat, Our murmurs-mu

murmuring brooks return, 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,

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LAS! with swift and filent pace,

Impatient time rolls on the year ; The seasons change, and nature's face

Now sweetly smiles, now frowns severe. '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. 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. The fields that wav'd with golden grain,

As russet heaths are wild and bare; Not moist with dew, but drench'd in rain,

Nor health, nor pleasure wanders there. No more while thro' the midnight Made,

Beneath the moon's pale orb I stray, Soft pleasing woes my heart invade,

As Progne pours the melting lay. From this capricious clime she soars,

0! would some god but win.gs supply ! To where each morn the Spring restores,

Companion of her flight I'd fly.

Vain with ! me fate compels to bear

The downward seasons iron reign, Compels to breathe polluted air,

And shiver on a blasted plain, What bliss to life can Autumn yield,

If glooms, and showers, and storms prevail ; And Ceres flies the naked fie

And flowers, and fruits, and Phæbus fail? Oh! what remains, what lingers yet,

To cheer me in the darkening hour ? The grape

remains! the friend of wit, In love, and mirth, of mighty power. Hafte-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.
Still — still the jocund strain shall flow,

The pulse with vigorous rapture beat;
My Stella with new charms shall glow,
And
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bliss in wine shall meet.

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O more the morn, with tepid rays,

Unfolds the flower of various hue;
Noon spreads no more the genial blaze,

Nor gentle eve distills the dew.

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The lingering hours prolong the night,

Usurping darkness shares the day; Her mifts restrain the foree of light,

And Phoebus holds a doubtful fway. By gloomy twilight half reveald,

With fighs we view the hoary hill, The leafless wood, the naked field,

The snow-topt cot, the frozen rill. No mufick warbles thro' the grove,

No vivid colours paint the plain ; No more with devious steps I rove

Thro' verdant paths now fought in vain. Aloud the driving tempeft roars,

Congeal'd, impetuous showers descend; Hafte, close the window, bar the doors,

Fate leaves me Stella, and a friend, In nature's aid let art supply

With light and heat my little sphere ;
Rouze, rouze the fire, and pile it high,

Light up a constellation here.
Let musick found the voice of joy!

Or mirth repeat the jocund tale ;
Let love his wanton wiles employ,

And o'er the season wine prevail. Yet time life's dreary winter brings,

When mirth’s gay tale shall please no more ; Nor musick charm-tho' Stella sings ;

Nor love, nor wine, the Spring restore.

Catch Catch then, O! catch the transient hour,

Improve each moment as it flies ; Life's a short Summer-man a flower,

He dies-alas ! how soon he dies !

THE WINTER's WAL K.

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What dreary prospects round us rise ; The naked hill, the leafless grove,

The hoary ground, the frowning skies! Not only thought the wasted plain,

Stern Winter in thy force confess'd ; Still wider spreads thy horrid reign,

I feel thy power usurp my breast, Enlivening hope, and fond desire,

Resign the heart to spleen and care ;
Scarce frighted love maintains her fire,

And rapture faddens to despair.
In groundless hope, and causeless fear,

Unhappy man! behold thy doom ;
Still changing with the changeful year,

The slave of sunshine and of gloom. Tir'd with vain joys, and false alarms,

With mental and corporeal ftrife, Snatch me, my Stella, to thy arms,

And screen me from the ills of life,

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