Poems on Several Occasions ... To which is added, the Plague of Wealth, Occasion'd By the Author's receiving fifty Pounds from his Excellency the Lord Carteret, for the foremention'd Ode. With several Poems not in the Dublin Edition. By Matthew Pilkington. Revised by the Reverend Dr. Swift |
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To MIRA.
A Pastoral Poem.
O
Mira, fair as early Day,
More chearing than the sunny Ray,
Not all the Beauties Nature yields,
To scent the Lawn, or grace the Fields,
Not gawdy Finch, with gilded Wing,
Nor warbling Larks that Soar and Sing,
Nor cooling Seat in vaulted Bow'rs,
Nor Fragrance breath'd from op'ning Flow'rs,
Nor Fall of Streams, nor lonely Walks,
Where unsubstantial Echo talks,
Nor bleating Flocks, nor grassy Downs,
Nor silken Maids retir'd from Towns,
Not these have Charms, whene'er we part,
To kindle Pleasure in my Heart.
More chearing than the sunny Ray,
Not all the Beauties Nature yields,
To scent the Lawn, or grace the Fields,
Not gawdy Finch, with gilded Wing,
Nor warbling Larks that Soar and Sing,
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Nor Fragrance breath'd from op'ning Flow'rs,
Nor Fall of Streams, nor lonely Walks,
Where unsubstantial Echo talks,
Nor bleating Flocks, nor grassy Downs,
Nor silken Maids retir'd from Towns,
Not these have Charms, whene'er we part,
To kindle Pleasure in my Heart.
Thus, mourns the thrifty glist'ning Bee,
For absent Sun, and droops like me:
Nor prunes his gawdy Wings to fly,
Where Flow'rs, in gay Confusion, lye;
Nor Sweetness sips from Blossoms fair,
Nor sportive skims thro' Fields of Air;
Nature, too poor to sooth its Pain,
Spreads all her Store of Sweets in vain,
That single Blessing unpossess't
Of all their Relish robs the rest.
For absent Sun, and droops like me:
Nor prunes his gawdy Wings to fly,
Where Flow'rs, in gay Confusion, lye;
Nor Sweetness sips from Blossoms fair,
Nor sportive skims thro' Fields of Air;
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Spreads all her Store of Sweets in vain,
That single Blessing unpossess't
Of all their Relish robs the rest.
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