PLEASURES of RETIREMENT. An ODE. Welcome ye fhades! ye bowery thickets hail. THOMSON'S SEASONS, Shook from the evening's fragrant wings, When dews impearl the grove, And round the lift'ning valley rings The languid voice of love; A meek ey'd youth of ferious mien Ye cliffs in favage grandeur pil'd • Where oft lone melancholy flrays, What time the wan moon's yellow rays To you, ye wafles, whofe artless_charms, Ne'er drew ambition's eye, Scap'd the tumultuous world's alarms, To your retreats I fly. • Deep Deep in your moft fequefter'd bower Where folitude, meek modeft power, How fhall I woo the matchlefs fair, Thy fmile, that smooths the brow of care,. And fills each storm within! Oh! wilt thou to thy favourite grove, Thy ardent votary bring, And blefs his hours, and bid them move, • Serene on filent wing! There, while to thee glad nature pours Her gently warbling fong, And zephyr from the wafte of flowers Wafts fweet perfume along; Let no rude found invade from far, No ray from grandeur's gilded car Flash on thy ftartl'd eye. To a mind intent upon its own improvement, folitude has more incomparable charms, than can poffibly be found in the gay circles of a ball room, or the rows of a theatre.. DR. JOHNSON For me, no more the path invites, No more I climb life's panting heights, • Leaps my fond fluttering heart no more To joy's enlivening lays; Soon are the glittering moments o'er ; ELOISA TO ABELARD. By ALEXANDER POPE, Esq. ABELARD and ELOISA flourished in the twelfth century. They were two of the moft diftinguished perfons of their age in learning and beauty, but for nothing more famous than for their unfortunate paffion. After a long course of calamities, they retired each to a feveral convent, and confecrated the remainder of their days to religion. It was many years after this feparation, that a letter of ABELARD'S to a friend, which contained the hiftory of his misfortune, fell into the hands of ELOISA. This awakening all her tenderness, occafioned those celebrated letters (out of which the following is partly extracted) which gives fo lively a picture of the ftruggles of grace and nature, virtue and pafhion. 'N thefe deep folitudes and awful cells, IN Where heav'nly-penfive contemplation dwells, What means this tumult in a veflal's veins; Dear fatal name! reft ever unreveal'd, I In vain loft Eloifa weeps and prays, Her heart ftill dictates, and her hand obeys. Ye rugged rocks! which holy knees have worn ; Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose, Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom, There flern religion quench'd th' unwilling flame, Nor |