SELECT POEMS. ODES. ON THE SPRING. Lo! where the rosy-bosom'd Hours, The untaught harmony of Spring: While, whispering pleasure as they fly, Cool Zephyrs, through the clear blue sky Their gather'd fragrance fling. Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch Beside some water's rushy brink a bank O'er-canopied with luscious woodbine. Shaksp. Mids. Night's Dream. (At ease reclin'd in rustic state) How vain the ardour of the Crowd, How low, how little are the Proud, How indigent the Great! Still is the toiling hand of Care; Yet hark, how through the peopled air The insect youth are on the wing, And float amid the liquid noon :* To Contemplation's sober eye+ And they that creep, and they that fly, But flutter through Life's little day, In Fortune's varying colours dress'd : Brush'd by the hand of rough Mischance, Or chill'd by Age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. *Nare per æstatem liquidam—. Virgil Georg. lib. 4. +-sporting with quick glance, Show to the sun their wav'd coats dropt with gold. While insects from the threshold preach, &e. M. Green, in the Grotto Methinks I hear, in accents low, Thy joys no glitt'ring female meets, ON THE DEATH OF A FAVOURITE CAT, DROWNED IN A TUS OF GOLD FISHES. 'Twas on a lofty vase's side, Her conscious tail her joy declar'd; Her coat, that with the tortoise vies, Still had she gaz'd; but midst the tide The Genii of the stream: Their scaly armour's Tyrian hue The hapless Nymph with wonder saw : With many an ardent wish, She stretch'd, in vain, to reach the prize, What female heart can gold despise? What cat's averse to fish? Presumptuous Maid! with looks intent Eight times emerging from the flood, No Dolphin came, no Nereid stirr'd: From hence, ye Beauties, undeceiv'd, Not all that tempts your wand'ring eyes |