Ah, rivals! I see what it was that you dress'd, How slowly time creeps, till my Phoebe return! Fly swifter, ye minutes, bring hither my dear, Nor will budge one foot faster for all thou canst say. Will no pitying power that hears me complain, To be cur'd, thou must, Colin, thy passion remove : [LOGAN.] THE HE day is departed, and round from the cloud, The voice of the nightingale warbles aloud, Maria, appear! now the season so sweet I cannot when present unfold what I feel Her name to the shepherds I never reveal, Does e'er a kind thought run on me as you rove? Your name from the shepherds whenever I hear, My bosom is all in a glow ; Your voice when it vibrates so sweet through my ear Ye powers of the sky, will your bounty divine. Shall heart spring to heart, and Maria be mine WE all to conquering beauty bow, Its pleasing pow'r admire ; But I ne'er saw a face till now That could like your's inspire: may say I've met with one Now I Amazes all mankind : And, like men gazing on the sun, Soft, as the tender moving sighs, The patriarch, to gain a wife, T [E. MOORE.] How blest has my time been, what days have I known Since wedlock's soft bondage made Jesse my own! So joyful my heart is, so easy my chain, That freedom is tasteless, and roving à pain. Through walks grown with woodbines, as often we stray, Around us our boys and girls frolic and play; To try her sweet temper sometimes am I seen What though on her cheek the rose loses its hue, Her ease and good humour bloom all the year through; Time still as he flies brings encrease to her truth, And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth. Ye shepherds so gay, who make love to ensnare, And cheat with false vows the too credulous fair, In search of true pleasure how vainly you roam! To hold it for life, you must find it at home. [MASON.] WHEN first I dar'd by soft surprise Of trembling joy, and pleasing fear: But soon the crimson glow return'd, Ere half my passion was express'd, Ah! speak, I cried, thy soft assent : She strove to speak, she could but sigh; A glance, more heav'nly eloquent, She press'd my hand with fervour new ; |