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Rural Felicity: A Poem.
Oh , how the Groves , the Fountains , and the Bow ' if , The winding Vallies , and their purling rills , Alternate testify his happy hours , Whose guile-less bosom rural pleasure fills . Free from the sordid miser ' s Iucrous rage , He hugs his competence , nor wishes more ; Unknown to pain he mellows into age
, And thinks his little a capacious fore . Thrice happy he ! how sweet is life thus led ? Where low Ambition never durst intrude ; Where sleep refective downs the homely bed , And gold-clad cares molest not Solitude .
To Friendship.
TO FRIENDSHIP .
BY THE SAME . THE Evening , how calm it appears , . How placid , how pleasant , and cool ! From labour returning the Sheers , Stop to drink at the green-sedgy pool . Gome , Celadon , pomp lay aside ,
To trifles no longer descend ; Thou foe to unciviliz'd pride , 1 To me thou unvarying Friend . The shepherds sing Carols of Love , The ploughmen are blythe on their way ; The turtle ' s soft coo in the grove , The green is all jocund and gay .
With music re-echoes the glade , The valley with harmony rings ; ¦ The tabor and pipe in the shade , Make the Rustics as happy as Kings . : ¦ In Friendship together we'll walk , And mark the decline of the day ; With chearfulness wander and talk , Till Phcebus withdraw his last ray-.
Impromptu
IMPROMPTU
OCCASIONED BY SEEING THE TITLES OJ " TWO DRAMATIC PIECES . ¦ ¦ 1111 i mi 111 un .. nm POETS , ' tis said , are always poor ! And Bailiffs ever dread : — Old Homer begg'd from door to door , And Otway wanted bread .
But sure the ancient maxim lies , For things seem quite reverse , One Poet gives the world a PRIZE , Another gives his PURSE .
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Rural Felicity: A Poem.
Oh , how the Groves , the Fountains , and the Bow ' if , The winding Vallies , and their purling rills , Alternate testify his happy hours , Whose guile-less bosom rural pleasure fills . Free from the sordid miser ' s Iucrous rage , He hugs his competence , nor wishes more ; Unknown to pain he mellows into age
, And thinks his little a capacious fore . Thrice happy he ! how sweet is life thus led ? Where low Ambition never durst intrude ; Where sleep refective downs the homely bed , And gold-clad cares molest not Solitude .
To Friendship.
TO FRIENDSHIP .
BY THE SAME . THE Evening , how calm it appears , . How placid , how pleasant , and cool ! From labour returning the Sheers , Stop to drink at the green-sedgy pool . Gome , Celadon , pomp lay aside ,
To trifles no longer descend ; Thou foe to unciviliz'd pride , 1 To me thou unvarying Friend . The shepherds sing Carols of Love , The ploughmen are blythe on their way ; The turtle ' s soft coo in the grove , The green is all jocund and gay .
With music re-echoes the glade , The valley with harmony rings ; ¦ The tabor and pipe in the shade , Make the Rustics as happy as Kings . : ¦ In Friendship together we'll walk , And mark the decline of the day ; With chearfulness wander and talk , Till Phcebus withdraw his last ray-.
Impromptu
IMPROMPTU
OCCASIONED BY SEEING THE TITLES OJ " TWO DRAMATIC PIECES . ¦ ¦ 1111 i mi 111 un .. nm POETS , ' tis said , are always poor ! And Bailiffs ever dread : — Old Homer begg'd from door to door , And Otway wanted bread .
But sure the ancient maxim lies , For things seem quite reverse , One Poet gives the world a PRIZE , Another gives his PURSE .