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LOVE FOR LOVE'S SAKE.
I'll range around the shady bowers,
When, in the sultry heat of day,
At night to rest her weary head,
And while dissolv’d in sleep she lies,
And then as soon as cheerful day,
Thus will I spend the day and night-
But if the nymph whom thus I love,
FROM THE COURT TO THE COTTAGE.
From the court to the cottage convey me away,
When pride without measure,
And pomp without pleasure, Make life in a circle of hurry decay. Far remote and retir'd from the noise of the town, I'll exchange my brocade for a plain russet gown ;
My friends shall be few,
But well chosen and true,
The river's clear brink,
Shall afford me my drink, And temperance my friendly physician shall be. Ever calm and serene, with contentment still blest, Not too giddy with joy, or with sorrow deprest,
I'll neither invoke,
Or repine at Death's stroke,
A BACCHANALIAN RANT.
Bacchus must now his power resign,
Make a new world, ye powers divine !
Let other mortals vainly wear
HOW HARDLY I CONCEALED MY TEARS ?
ANNE, MARCHIONESS OF WHARTON.
How hardly I conceal'd my tears?
How oft did I complain ?
Told me I lov'd in vain.
But now my joys as wild are grown,
And hard to be conceal'd;
But joy will be reveal'd.
To every stream and tree,
For echoing back to me. Thus you may see with how much joy,
We want, we wish, believe; 'Tis hard such passion to destroy,
But easy to deceive.
RIVALS, A LOVER'S PLAGUE.
Of all the torments, all the cares,
With which our lives are curst;
Sure rivals are the worst !
Afflictions easier grow;
Companions of our woe.
Are lab'ring in my breast;
Would you but slight the rest !
How great soe'er your rigours are,
With them alone I'll cope;
But not another's hope.
(This song is by the Walsh so often mentioned in the correspon. dence of Pope.)
As near a fountain's cooling side,
The fair Amynta lay,
Her eyes the face of day.
The roses round blush'd deeper red
To see themselves outdone,
And mourn'd its beauty gone.
Unto this fountain's soft retreat
A bee enamour'd flew
And rifle balmy dew.
Drawn by the fragrance of her breath,
Her wanton lips he wooed,
The happy rogue pursued.