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But no kind suns will bid me share,
Once more, his social hour;

Ah! Spring! thou never canst repair
This loss to Damon's bow'r.

AN IRREGULAR ODE,

After Sickness, 1749.

Melius, cum venerit ipsa, canemus.

IMITATION.

His wish'-for presence will improve the song.

Too long a stranger to repose,

At length from Pain's abhorred couch I rose,
And wander'd forth alone,

To court once more the balmy breeze,

And catch the verdure of the trees,
Ere yet their charms were flown.

'Twas from a bank with pansies gay,
I hail'd once more the cheerful day,
The sun's forgotten beams:

O Sun! how pleasing were thy rays,
Reflected from the polish'd face
Of yon refulgent streams!

Rais'd by the scene, my feeble tongue
Essay'd again the sweets of song,
And thus in feeble strains, and slow,
The loit'ring numbers 'gan to flow.

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"Come, gentle Air! my languid limbs restore, "And bid me welcome from the Stygian shore, "For sure I heard the tender sighs, "I seem'd to join the plaintive cries

Of hapless youths, who thro' the myrtle grove "Bewail for ever their unfinish'd love; "To that unjoyous clime,

"Torn from the sight of these ethereal skies, "Debarr'd the lustre of their Delia's eyes,

"And banish'd in their prime.

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"Come, gentle Air! and while the thickets bloom,. "Convey the jasmine's breath divine,

“Convey the woodbine's rich perfume,
"Nor spare the sweet-leaf'd eglantine;
"And mayst thou shun the rugged storm
"Till Health her wonted charms explain,
"With Rural Pleasure in her train,
"To greet me in her fairest form;
"While from this lofty mount I view
"The sons of Earth, the vulgar crew,

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"Anxious for futile gains, beneath me stray, [way. “And seek with erring step Contentment's obvious

"Come, gentle Air! and thou, celestial Muse! Thy génial flame infuse, "Enough to lend a pensive bosom aid, "And gild Retirement's gloomy shade;

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"Enough to rear such rustic lays

"And foes may slight, but partial friendswillpraise."

The gentle air allow'd my claim,

And, more to cheer my drooping frame,
She mix'd the balm of op'ning flowers,
Such as the bee, with chymic powers,
From Hybla's fragrant hills inhales,
Or scents Sabea's blooming vales :

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But, ah! the nymphs that heal the pensive mind, By prescripts more refin'd,

Neglect their vot'ry's anxious moan:

[flown.

Oh! how should they relieve?the Muses all were

By flow'ry plain or woodland shades
I fondly sought the charming maids;
By woodland shades or flow'ry plain
I sought them, faithless maids! in vain;
When, lo! in happier hour,

I leave behind my native mead,

To range where Zeal and Friendship lead,
To visit L****'s honour'd bower.

Ah! foolish man! to seek the tuneful maids
On other plains, or near less verdant shades!

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Scarce have my footsteps press'd the favour'd ground, When sounds ethereal strike my ear;

At once celestial forms appear,

My fugitives are found!

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The Muses here attune their lyres,
Ah! partial, with unwonted fires;
Here, hand in hand, with careless mien,
The sportive Graces trip the green.

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But whilst I wander'd o'er a scene so fair,
Too well at one survey I trace

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Glows not a shell on Adria's rocky shore,
But torn, methought, from native lands or seas,
From their arrangement gain fresh pow'r to please.

And some had bent the wild'ring maze,
Bedeck'd with ev'ry shrub that blows,
And some entwin'd the willing sprays,
To shield th' illustrious dame's repose;
Others had grac'd the sprightly dome,
And taught the portrait where to glow;
Others arrang'd the curious tome,

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Or 'mid the decorated space

Assign'd the laurell'd bust a place,

And given to learning all the pomp of show;

And now from ev'ry task withdrawn,
They met and frisk'd it o'er the lawn.

Ah! wo is me, said I,

And ***'s hilly circuit heard my cry:
Have I for this with labour strove,
And lavish'd all my little store
To fence for you my shady grove,

And scollop ev'ry winding shore,
And fringe with ev'ry purple rose

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The sapphire stream that down my valley flows?

Ah! lovely treach'rous maids!

To quit unseen my votive shades,

When pale Disease and tort'ring Pain
Had torn me from the breezy plain,
And to a restless couch confin'd,
Who ne'er your wonted tasks declin'd.
She needs not your officious aid
To swell the song or plan the shade;
By genuine Fancy fir'd,

Her native genius guides her hand,

And while she marks the sage command,
More lovely scenes her skill shall raise,
Her lyre resound with nobler lays
Than ever you inspir'd.

Thus I my rage and grief display,
But vainly blame, and vainly mourn,
Nor will a Grace or Muse return
Till Luxborough lead the way.

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