Ode on the Death of a Favourite Cat, who was drowned in a vase of gold fishes Ode on a distant profpect of Eton-College The Progrefs of Poefy; a Pindaric Ode The Fatal Sisters, from the Norse tongue POEM S. O DE ON THE SPRING. I. LO! where the rofy-bofom'd hours, Disclose the long-expecting flowers, II. Where-e'er the oak's thick branches stretch Where-e'er the rude and mofs-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade; * Befide fome water's rushy brink, With me the Mufe fhall fit, and think, a bank O'er-canopied with lufcious woodbine Shakespeare's Midsummer night's Dream. A (At cafe reclin'd in rustic state) How low, how indigent, the proud, III. Still is the toiling hand of Care; Yet hark, how through the peopled air The bufy murmur glows! The infect-youth are on the wing, IV. To Contemplation's sober eye ‡ Such is the race of man; And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began. Alike the bufy and the gay But Autter through life's little day, * Nare per aeftatem liquidam Virg. Geor. lib. 4. fporting with quick glance, Shew to the fun their wav'd coats drop'd with gold. While infects from the threshold preach, &c. M. Green in the Grotto. DodЛley's Mifcellanics, vol. 5. p. 161. In Fortune's varying colours dreft; V. Methinks I hear, in accent low, Poor Moralift! and what art thou! A folitary fly! Thy joys no glittering female meets, A 2 |