V. How calm and quiet a delight It is alone To read, and meditate, and write, By none offended, and offending none ! To walk, ride, sit, or sleep at one's own ease, And pleasing a man's self, none other to displease! VI. Oh my beloved nymph! fair Dɔve; When gilded by a summer's beam, And with my angle upon them I ever learnt, industriously to try.4 VII. Such streams Rome's yellow Tyber cannot show, The Meuse, the Danube, and the Rhine Beloved Dove, with thee To vie priority; Nay, Tame and Isis, when conjoin'd, submit, VIII. Oh my beloved rocks! that rise To awe the earth, and brave the skies, Giddy with pleasure, to look down; And, from the vales to view the noble heights above! IX. Oh my beloved caves! from dog-star's heat And all anxieties, my safe retreat : 5 What safety, privacy, what true delight, In the artificial night, Your gloomy entrails make, VARIATIONS. 4 I ever learn'd to practise and to try! |