Diffolv'd in tranfport, fhe refign'd her breath, And gain'd a living conqueft by her death. IN the barn the tenant cock, II. Swiftly from the mountain's brow, III. Philomel forfakes the thorn, Plaintive where the prates at night; IV. From the low-roof'd cottage ridge, V. Now the pine-tree's waving top VI. From the balmy sweet uncloy'd, VII. Trickling through the crevic'd rock, VIII. Colin's for the promis'd corn (Ere the harvest hopes are ripe) Anxious-while the huntfman's horn, Boldly founding, drowns his pipe. IX. Sweet-O fweet, the warbling throng NOON. X. FERVID on the glitt'ring flood, XI. By the brook the shepherd dines, XII. Now the flock forfakes the glade, Where uncheck'd the fun-beams fall: Sure to find a pleafing fhade, By the ivy'd abbey wall, XIII. Echo in her airy round, O'er the river, rock, and hill, Cannot catch a fingle found, Save the clack of yonder mill. XIV. Cattle court the zephyrs bland, Where the streamlet wanders cool Or with languid filence ftand Midway in the marshy pool. XV. But from mountain, dell, or ftream, Not a flutt'ring zephyr fprings, Fearful, left the noon-tide beam Scorch its foft, its filken wings. XVI. Not a leaf has leave to ftir, Nature's lull'd-ferene-and ftill; Quiet e'en the fhepherd's cur, Sleeping on the heath-clad hill.. XVII. Languid is the landscape round, Till the fresh descending fhower, Grateful to the thirsty ground, Raifes ev'ry fainting flower. C XVIII. Now the hill-the hedge-is green, Now the warbler's throat's in tune Blithfome is the vernal fcene, Brighten'd by the beams of noon! EVENING. XIX. O'er the heath the heifer strays XX. Now he fets behind the hill, XXI. Trudging as the plowmen go, |