TO SOME YOUNG WOMEN. GIVE me, damsels, give the bowl: Give those flowers, that freshly breathe: LOVE AND THE MUSES. ONCE the Muscs met with Love: Venus gifts of ransom brought; Though released a prisoner still; He has learnt to hug his chain. VOL. I. THE NEST OF LOVE. DEAR Swallow! the soft season's guest, Here young Desires, just trembling, spring, The little ones are plumed and grown; despair To count the nestlings Love is rearing there. RETURN OF SPRING. SEE the spring appears in view; The Graces showers of roses strew: Earth's garden spreads its tender fruits; The grape, the fount of Bacchus, twines Through leaves, through boughs it bursts its way, And buds, and ripens on the day. TO THE CICADA, OR TREE LOCUST. HAIL, Cicada! hail to thee Scatter'd by the vernal Hours. Peasants know their friend in thee; Harmless of all injury: Mortals honour thee with praise, E'en in age unwearied still. Wise in music, born of earth; Lover of melodious mirth; |