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'Twas Spring, 'twas Summer, all was gay,
Now Autuinn bends a cloudy brow;
And Summer-fruits desert the bough.
And wanton'd'on the western breeze,
As Boreas ftrips the bending trees.
As ruffet heaths, are wild and bare ;
Nor health, nor pleasure, wanders there.
Beneath the moon's pale orb I ftray,
As Progne pours the melting lay.
O! would some god but wings fupply !
Companion of her flight I'd fly.
The downward season's iron reign,
And Ihiver on a blasted plain.
If glooms, and showers, and storms prevail ;
And flowers, and fruits, and Phoebus fail ?
To cheer me in the darkening hour !
Hafte press the clusters, fill the bowl ;
Apollo ! shoot thy parting ray:
This god of health, and verse, and day.
The pulse with vigorous rapture beat;
And ev'ry bliss in wine shall meet.
No more the morn, with tepid rays,
Unfolds the flower of various hue ;
Nor gentle eve distills the dew.
Usurping Darkness shares the day;
And Phoebus holds a doubtful sway.
With fighs we view the hoary hill,
The snow-topt cot, the frozen rill.
No vivid colours paint the plain ;
Through verdant paths now fought in vain.
Congeald, impetuous showers descend;
Fate leaves me Stella, and a friend.
In nature's aid let art supply
little sphere; Rouze, rouze the fire, and pile it high,
Light up a constellation here. Let mufick sound the voice of joy,
Or mirth repeat the jocund tale; Let Love his wanton wiles employ,
And o'er the season wine prevail. Yet time life's dreary winter brings,
When Mirth's gay tale fhall please no more ; Nor mufick charm - though Stella fings;
Nor love, nor wine, the spring restore. Catch then, O! catch the transient hour,
Improve each moment as it fies; Life's a short fummer
man a flower : He dies — alas ! how foon he dies !
THE WINTER'S WALK.
BEHOLD, my fair, where'er we rove,
What dreary prospects round us rise ; The naked hill, the leafless grove,
The hoary ground, the frowning skies ! Nor only thought the wasted plain,
Stern Winter is thy force confess'd; Still wider spreads thy horrid reign,
I feel thy power usurp my breatt. . Enlivening hope, and fond defire,
Resign the heart to spleen and care ; Scarce frighted Love maintains her fire, And rapture faddens to despair,
In ġroundless hope, and causeless fear,
Unhappy man ! behold thy doom ; Still changing with thy changeful year,
The slave of sunshine and of gloom.
With mental and corporeal strife,
To Mifs *****
ON HER GIVING THE AUTHOR A GOLD AND SILK
NET-WORK PURSE OF HER OWN
THOUGH gold and filk their charms unite
Spread out by me, the roving coin
*- Printed among Mrs. Williams's Miscellanies.
To Miss *****
ON HER PLAYING UPON THE HARPSICHORD IN
A ROOM HUNG WITH FLOWER-PIECES
OF HER OWN PAINTING
WHEN Stella strikes the tuneful ftring
When charms thus press on ev'ry sense,
But on those regions of delight
* Printed among Mrs. Williams's Miscellanies.