L O D E O N THE SPRING. O! where the rofy-bofom'd hours, Disclose the long-expecting flowers, The Attic warbler pours her throat, Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch Where'er the rude and mofs-grown beech Befide fome water's rushy brink With me the Mufe fhall fit, and think (At ease reclin'd in rustic state) a bank O'ex-canopied with luscious woodbine. SHAKESP. MIDS. NIGHT'S DREAM. Still is the toiling hand of Care: The panting herd's repose: Yet hark, how through the peopled air The infect youth are on the wing, To contemplation's fober eye ‡ And they that creep, and they that fly, Alike the Bufy and the Gay But flutter through life's little day. Nare per æftatem liquidam —” + VIRG. GEORG. LIB. IV. fporting with quick glance Shew to the fun their waved coats drop'd with gold. MILTON'S PARADISE LOST, BOOK VII. While infects from the threshold preach, &c. M. GREEN, IN THE GROTTO. DODSLEY'S MISCELLANIES, vol. v. p. 161. Methinks Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive kind reply; Poor Moralift! and what art thou? A folitary fly! Thy joys no glittering female meets, ODE O D D E ON THE DEATH OF A FAVOURITE CAT, DROWNED IN A TUB OF GOLD FISHES. "TWAS on a lofty vafe's fide, Where China's gayeft art had dy'd The azure flowers that blow ; Her confcious tail her joy declar'd; Her coat, that with the tortoife vies, Still had the gaz'd; but 'midft the tide The Genii of the ftream: Their fcaly armour's Tyrian hue Betray'd a golden gleam. The The hapless Nymph with wonder saw : She stretch'd in vain to reach the prize; Prefumptuous Maid! with looks intent Eight times emerging from the flood No Dolphin came, no Nereid ftirr'd; From hence, ye beauties, undeceiv'd, Not all, that tempts your wandering eyes ODE |