Give me, O! give me, fuch a sylvan life, I'd laugh at empires, and be truly great. But ftop, my Mufe.-Refume the fummer lay, From whence this noise ? what can this tumult mean? Replete with riches for the farmer's toil. Now, let the painting Muse ftrive to intrude When the bright fun, in noon-tide heat array'd, } The bleft retreat, where contemplation lives, Night, fable Goddefs! from her ebon throne DR. YOUNG. THE EN D. The bending Hermit here a pray'r began: Published as the Act directs, by Roach Russel Court Aug, 26.1798. DESERTED VILLAGE by Oliver Goldsmith. THE HERMIT, by Dr Parnell. An addrefs to MEDITATION written on the S Shore, by Moonlight, 6 nal Notes a by M Carter, &c, &c. Mustrations the Author of SOLIT Now lost to all; her friends her virtue fled 'LOND O N. Printed by and for JRoach Russel Court Drury Lane 1793. |