The lamb the flowery thyme devours, Of verdant fpring her note renews; Nature muft change her beauteous face, Devouring time, with stealing pace, Makes lofty oaks and cedars bow; Death only, with his cruel dart, The gentle godhead can remove; And drive him from the bleeding heart To mingle with the blefs'd above, Where, known to all his kindred train, He finds a lafting reft from pain. Love, and his fifter fair, the foul, Twin-born, from heaven together came : Love will the universe controul, When dying feafons lofe their name; Divine abodes fhall own his pow'r, SONG II. BY DR. Y PARNEL L. My days have been fo wondrous free, The little birds that fly, With careless ease from tree to tree, 174 With all of nature, all of art, O teach a young unpractis'd heart The very thought of change I hate, "Tis true, the paffion in my mind SONG III. BY MRS. PILKINGTON. TELLA, darling of the mufes, Sweetest theme the poet chuses, While my foul with wonder traces All thy charms of face and mind, Of thy fex in thee I find. Love, and joy, and admiration, In my breaft alternate rise ; Lavish nature thee adorning, O'er thy lips and cheeks hath fpread Colours that might shame the morning, Smiling with celestial red. Would the gods, in bleft condition, SONG IV. BY LORD W LYTTELTON*, HEN Delia on the plain appears, Aw'd by a thousand tender fears, I would approach, but dare not move: Tell me, my heart, if this be love? Whene'er she speaks, my ravish'd ear *« Written in the year 1732." If If fhe fome other youth commend, Tell me, my heart, if this be love? When fhe is abfent, I no more When fond of power, of beauty vain, A SONG V. S he lay in the plain, his arm under his head, Since I fuffer with pleafure, why fhould I complain? heart. To myself I figh often without knowing why; In |