TH O DE II. TO SLEEP. I. HOU filent power, whose welcome sway In whofe divine oblivion drown'd, Sore pain and weary toil grow mild, Lo, midnight from her ftarry reign Or haunt the caverns of the rocky steep. And lulls the waving fcene to more profound repofe. III. O let not me alone complain, Alone invoke thy power in vain! Defcend, propitious, on my eyes; Not Not from the couch that bears a crown, Not from the courtly statesman's down, Nor where the mifer and his treafure lies: Bring not the fhapes that break the murderer's rest, Nor those the hireling foldier loves to fee, Nor those which haunt the bigot's gloomy breaft: Far be their guilty nights, and far their dreams from me! IV. Nor Fix'd by the counfels of * Timoleon's tongue, ས. I afk not, god of dreams, thy care Can arm him with fuch ftrong command Not * After Timoleon had delivered Syracufe from the tyranny of Dionyfius, the people on every important deliberation fent for him into the public affembly, asked his advice, and voted according to it. PLUTARCH. Nor yet the courtier's hope, the giving smile To lend the pomp of thrones her ill-according ftrain. VI. But, Morpheus, on thy balmy wing As footh❜d great Milton's injur'd age, The race unborn with pious awe ODE III. TO THE CUCK O W. I. Ruftic herald of the fpring, At length in yonder woody vale Thy fage refponfes hail. II. The II. The time has been when I have frown'd Thus, thought I, thus the fons of care III. I faid, "While Philomela's fong The fober truth of love! IV. When hearts are in each other blefs'd, ས. Yet think betimes, ye gentle train Who by the morning judge the day, Think that, in April's fairest hours, ODE IV. To the HONOURABLE CHARLES TOWNSHEND, IN THE COUNTRY. MDCCL. 1. 1. How oft fhall I furvey This humble roof, the lawn, the greenwood shade, The glaffy brook, the flocks which round thee stray? Of these have utter'd all her dear efteem? Or, tell me, doft thou deem No more to join in glory's toilfome race, That happy leifure which thou hadst resign'd? I. 2. Alas, ye happy hours, When books and youthful sport the foul could fhare, Ere one ambitious care Of civil life had aw'd her fimpler powers; $ Oft |