72 THE SNOW-DROP. The sacred power of harmony In this its best effect appears, You feather'd race with men agree; Of all the animated world The only harmonists are we. THE SNOW-DROP. WITH head reclin'd, the snow-drop see, The first of Flora's progeny, In virgin modesty appear, To hail and welcome in the year. Fearless of winter, it defies The rigour of inclement skies, FLORE PRIMITIE. 73 Vis hinc harmoniæ, numerorum hinc sacra potestas FLORE PRIMITIÆ. VIRGINEUM casto caput en ! recline pudore Nec rigidi conterret eum inclementiá cœli, 74 LOVE DISARMED. Though simple in its dress and plain, All that the gay or sweet compose, LOVE DISARMED. BENEATH a myrtle's verdant shade, Still lay the God: the nymph surpriz'd, AMOR INERMIS. Nativo quamvis cultu candoreque simplex, 75 Quicquid enim tenerum spirant, vel amabile miscent, AMOR INERMIS. QUA myrtus ramis viridem contexuit umbram Huc tacito accessit tendens vestigia gressu, Ut nympha excussit somnum, perterrita numen 76 LOVE DISARMED. How she the vagrant might enthrall; The silken bond, and held him fast. The God awak'd; and thrice in vain He strove to break the cruel chain : And thrice in vain he shook his wing, Incumber'd in the silken string. Flutt'ring the God, and weeping said, Pity poor Cupid, generous maid, Who happen'd, being blind, to stray, And on thy bosom lost his way : Who stray'd, alas! but knew too well, He never there must hope to dwell. Set an unhappy pris'ner free, Who ne'er intended harm to thee. To me pertains not, she replies, To know or care where Cupid flies; What are his haunts, or which his way; Where he would dwell, or whither stray: Yet will I never set thee free.; For harm was meant, and harm to me. Vain fears that vex thy virgin heart! I'll give thee up my bow and dart; Untangle but this cruel chain, And freely let me fly again. |