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These ears, alas ! for other notes repine;
A different object do these eyes require: My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine;
And in my breast the imperfect joys expire. Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer,
And new-born pleasure brings to happier men: 10 The fields to all their wonted tribute bear:
To warm their little loves the birds complain:
the more, because I weep in vain.
ON THE DEATH OF A FAVORITE CAT
DROWNED IN A TUB OF GOLD FISHES
'Twas on a lofty vase's side, o
The azure flowers that blow;
Gazed on the lake below.
Her conscious tail her joy declared;
The velvet of her paws,
She saw; and purred applause.
Still had she gazed; but midst the tide
The Geniio of the stream:
Betrayed a golden gleam.
With many an ardent wish,
What Cat's averse to fish ?
Presumptuous maid! with looks intent
Nor knew the gulf between.
She tumbled headlong in.
Some speedy aid to send.
A favorite has no friend!
From hence, ye beauties, undeceived,
And be with caution bold.
Not all that tempts your wandering eyes
Nor all, that glisters, gold.°
THE PROGRESS OF POESY°
Φωνάντα συνετοίσιν· ες
AWAKE, Æolian lyre, awake,
A thousand rills their mazy progress take:
10 Headlong, impetuous, see it pour; The rocks and nodding groves rebellow to the roar.
Oh! Sovereign of the willing soul,
And frantic Passions hear thy soft control.
On Thracia's hills the Lord of Waro
Thee the voice, the dance, obey,
25 Tempered to thy warbled lay. O'er Idalia's velvet-greeno The rosy-crowned Loveso are seen On Cytherea's dayo: With antic Sport, and blue-eyed Pleasures, 30 Frisking light in frolic measures; Now pursuing, now retreating,
Now in circling troops they meet: To brisk notes in cadence beating, Glance their many-twinkling feet.
35 Slow melting strains their Queen's approach declare.
Where'er she turns, the Graces homage pay. With arms sublime, that float upon the air,
In gliding state she wins her easy way: O’er her warm cheek, and rising bosom, move 40 The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love.
Man's feeble race what ills awaito! Labor, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train,
And Death, sad refuge from the storms of fate! 45 The fondo complaint, my song, disprove, And justify the laws of Jove. Say, has he given in vain the heavenly Muse ? Night and all her sickly dews, Her spectres wan, and birds of boding cry,o He gives to range the dreary sky; Till down the eastern cliffs afaro Hyperion'so march they spy, and glittering shafts of
In climes beyond the solar road,° Where shaggy forms o'er ice-built mountains roam, The Muse has broke the twilight gloom
To cheer the shivering native's dull abode. And oft, beneath the odorous shade Of Chili's boundless forests laid, She deigns to hear the savage youth repeat, 60 In loose numbers wildly sweet, Their feather-cinctured chiefs, and dusky loves. Her track, where'er the goddess roves, Glory pursue, and generous Shame, The unconquerable Mind, and freedom's holy flame.