Silence best and conscious shades Please the hearts that Love invades ; Other pleasures give them pain, Lovers all but Love disdain. ΤΟ EVENING. BY JOSEPH WARTON, D. D. HAIL meek-ey'd Maiden, clad in sober grey, When Phoebus sinks behind the gilded hills, The panting Dryads, that in day's fierce heat, To the deep wood the clamorous rooks repair, Light skims the swallow o'er the wat'ry scene, And from the sheep-cotes, and fresh-furrow'd field, Stout plowmen meet to wrestle on the green. Vol. XIV. The swain that artless sings on yonder rock, His nibbling sheep, and lengthened shadow spies, - Pleas'd with the cool, the calm, respectful hour, And with hoarse hummings of unnumber'd flies. Now ev'ry passion sleeps; desponding Love, O modest Evening, oft let me appear то NIGHT. BY MR. PARROT. THE busy cares of day are done; And glad with light the nether skies. Yon azure cloud, enrob'd with white, No more the ivy-crowned oak Resounds beneath the woodman's stroke. Mute is each bush, and every spray; Nought but the sound of murm'ring rills is heard, Or, from the mould'ring tow'r, NIGHT's solitary bird, Hail, sacred hour of peaceful rest! No horrors hast thou in thy train, A thousand grisly forms arise, When shrieks and groans arouse his palsy'd fear, 'Tis guilt alarms his soul, andconscience wounds his ear. The village swain whom Phillis charms, To tell the fair his love-sick tale: Oft by the covert of thy shade LEANDER Woo'd the THRACIAN maid; The conscious virgin from the sea girt tow'r Oft at thy silent hour the sage Pores on the fair instructive page; |