O DE ON THE RING. O! where the rofy-bofom'd Hours Lo appear, Fair VENUS' train Where-e'er the oak's thick branches ftretch A broader browner shade ; Where-e'er the rude and moss-grown beech Befide fome water's rushy brink How vain the ardour of the Crowd, Still is the toiling hand of Care; Yet hark! how thro' the peopled air The bufy murmur glows! The infect youth are on the wing, --- a O'er-canopied with lufcious woodbine. Shaky. Midf. Nig. Dream. + " Nare per aeftatem liquidam...' Virg, Georg, lib. iv, Some fhew their gayly-gilded trim To Contemplation's fober eye + And they that creep, and they that fly, Alike the Bufy and the Gay But flutter thro' life's little day, Methinks, I hear in accents low, ------fporting with quick glance hew'd to the fun their waved coats drop'd with gold. Milt. Par. Loft. Book vii. While infects from the threshold preach, &c. M. Green, in the Grotto. Dodfley's Mifcel, Vol. V. p. 161. |