and violence, but more of a fedate and quiet harmony, and, therefore, do they rather befriend contemplation. In like manner, the Paftoral Song gives a fweet and gentle compofure to the mind; whereas the Epic and Tragic Poems, by the vehemency of their emotions, raise the spirits into a ferment. To view a fair stately palace, strikes us indeed with admiration, and fwells the foul with notions of grandeur: but when I fee a little country-dwelling, advantageously fituated amidst a beauteful variety of hills, meadows, fields, woods, and rivulets, I feel an unfpeakable fort of fatisfaction, and cannot forbear wishing my kinder fortune would place me in such a sweet retirement. Theocritus, Virgil, and Spenfer, are the only Poets who feem to have hit upon the true nature of Pastoral Compofitions: fo that it will be fufficient praise for me, if I have not altogether failed in my attempt. THE THE FIRST PASTORA L. IF LOBBIN. we, O Dorfet, quit the city-throng, By your cominand, be present: and, O bring 12 16 “Ah, well-a-day! how long must I endure "This pining pain? Or who shall speed my cure? 20 Fond love no cure will have, seek no repose, "Delights in grief, nor any measure knows : "And now the moon begins in clouds to rife; The brightening stars increase within the skies; 24 The "The winds are hufh; the dews diftil; and fleep Up-raife my heedlefs head, then void of care, 28 32 To please the lads, and win the laffes' hearts? 36 "How deftly, to mine oaten-reed so sweet, Wont they, upon the green, to fhift their feet? "And, weary'd in the dance, how would they yearn * Some well-devifed tale from me to learn? For many fongs and tales of mirth had I, 40 44 moan, "To chace the loitering fun adown the sky : "But, ah! fince Lucy coy, deep-wrought her spight "Within my heart, unmindful of delight "The jolly grooms I fly, and, all alone, "To rocks and woods pour forth my fruitlefs "Oh! quit thy wonted fcorn, relentless Fair! Ere, lingering long, I perifh through defpair. "Had Rofalind been mistress of "Though not so fair, she would have prov'd more kind. "O think, unwitting maid, while yet is time, "How flying years impair thy youthful prime ! 52 "Thy virgin-bloom will not for ever stay, my mind, And flowers, though left ungather'd, will decay : 48 "The The flowers, anew, returning feasons bring! My words are wind! She, deaf to all my cries, Shy as the fawn, the flies my fond embrace. She flies, indeed, but ever leaves behind, Fly where the will, her likeness in my mind. "No cruel purpose, in my speed, I bear; 56 60 64. 'Tis only love; and love why should'st thou fear? "What idle fears a maiden-breaft alarm! 68 72 Stay, fimple girl: a lover cannot harm. "Two fportive kidlings, both fair-fleck'd, I rear; "Whofe fhooting horns like tender buds appear: "A lambkin too, of spotless fleece, I breed, ***And teach the fondling from my hand to feed: "Nor will I ceafe betimes to cull the fields "Of every dewy sweet the morning yields: "From early fpring to autumn late shalt thou "Receive gay girlonds, blooming o'er thy brow: 76 "And when,-But, why these unavailing pains? The gifts, alike, and giver, fhe difdains : 2 "And now, left heirefs of the glen, fhe'll deem 80 84 "How How would I wander, every day, to find ‹‹‹ The choice of wildings, blushing through the rind? For gloffy plumbs how lightsome climb the tree, "How risk the vengeance of the thrifty bee! 83 92 96 Or! if thou deign to live a shepherdess, "Thou Lobbin's flock, and Lobbin, fhalt poffefs: "And, fair my flock, nor yet uncomely I, "If liquid fountains flatter not; and why "Should liquid fountains flatter us, yet show "The bordering flowers less beauteous than they grow? "O! come, my love; nor think th`employment mean, "The dams to milk, and little lambkins wean, "To drive a-field, by morn, the fattening ewes, “Ere the warm sun drink-up the cooly dews, "While, with my pipe, and with my voice, I chear Each hour, and through the day detain thine ear. 100 "How would the crook beseem thy lily-hand! "How would my younglings.round thee gazing stand! Ah, witless younglings! gaze not on her eye: "Thence all my forrow; thence the death I die. 104 "O, killing beauty! and O, fore defire! "Muft then my fufferings, but with life, expire? "Though bloffoms every year the trees adorn, "Spring after spring I wither, nipt with scorn: "Nor trow I when this bitter blaft will end, 108 Or if yon ftars will e'er my vows befriend. In flender warblings, tun'd her piteous tale, The |