My Orra Moor, where art thou laid ? Oh! could I ride on clouds and skies, Ye ftorks, ye swans, a moment stay, My blifs too long my bride denies, Not ftorms or night fhall keep me here. What may for ftrength with fteel compare? No longer then perplex thy breast, SONG SONG XLIII. THE MIDSUMMER BY DR. CROXAL L*. WA WISH. AFT me, fome soft and cooling breeze, Where fylvan scenes, wide spreading trees, Where tufted grass, and moffy beds, Where woodbines hang their dewy heads, Old oozy Thames, that flows faft by, And through the flowery meadow ftrays. His fertile banks, with herbage green, The gods of health and pleasure dwell. Let me thy clear, thy yielding wave, In thee my glowing bofom lave, And ftem thy gently-rolling tide. *Written when the author was at Eton school." Lay Lay me, with damask-roses crown'd, Where bubbling springs refresh the glade. Let dear Lucinda too be there, With azure mantle slightly dreft; Ye nymphs, bind up her flowing hair, Ye Zephyrs, fan her panting breast. O hafte away, fair maid, and bring SONG XLIV. BY DR. PERCY. Nancy, wilt thou Nancy, wilt thou go with me, Nor figh to leave the flaunting town? Can filent glens have charms for thee, The lowly cot and ruffet gown? No longer dreft in filken fheen, No longer deck'd with jewels rare, Say can't thou quit each courtly scene, Where thou wert faireft of the fair? O Nancy! when thou'rt far away, O can O can that soft and gentle mien Where thou wert faireft of the fair? O Nancy! canft thou love so true, And when at laft thy love fhall die, SONG XLV. BY MISS COM WHATE LE Y. OME dear Paftora, come away! Now fragrant bloffoms crown the May, And woods with love-notes ring: Now Now Phoebus to the Weft defcends, And sheds a fainter ray; And as our rural labour ends, In yonder artless maple bower, On earths foft lap reclin'd: O deign, fair nymph, to hear the vows Within this breast no foft deceit, No artful flattery bides: O'er every thought prefides: the great, On prides falfe glare I look with scorn, And all its glittering train; Be mine the pleasures which adorn Come then, my fair, and with thy love Each rifing care fubdue ; Thy prefence can each grief remove, And every joy renew: The lily fades, the rofe grows faint, But lafting truth and virtue paint SONG |