High tranfports are fhown to my fight, As I with my Phillis had known. O ye woods, fpread your branches apace! I would hide with the beafts of the chace; Yet my reed fhall refound through the grove, With the fame fad complaint it begun ; How the fmil'd, and I could not but love! Was faithlefs, and I am wndone! 7 CORY DON. A PASTORAL. To the Memory of William Shenflone, Efq. BY CUNNINGHAM. I. COME, fhepherds, we'll follow the hearfe, The graces that glow'd in his mind. II. On purpose he planted yon trees, His mufic was artlefs and fweet, His manners as mild as your own, III. No verdure fhall cover the vale, IV. His Phillis was fond of his praife, And thus-let me break it in twain. THE DAY OF JUDGMENT. FROM YOUNG'S NIGHT THOUGHTS. AMAZING period; when each mountain height Lorenzo! welcome to this fcene; the last In nature's course; the first in wisdom's thought. I his strikes, if aught can strike thee; this awakes The most fupine; this fnatches man from death. The grandeur of my subject is my mufe. At midnight, when mankind is wrapt in peace, From fmitten steel; from nitrous grain the blaze. Defcended on poor earth created man! Shall man alone, whofe fate, whofe final fate "Tangs on that hour, exclude it from his thought? |