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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T131163 K104099.005 Dodsley, Robert, 1703-1764. A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands. Vol. V. London printed by J. Hughs, for R. and J. Dodsley 1763 [1st ed. 1758] pp. 28-32. 6v.: music; 8⁰.

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An irregular ODE after SICKNESS , 1749. By the Same . — Melius , cum venerit Ipsa , canemus . Virgil, Eclogues 9.66-7. I. TOO long a stranger to repose , At length from Pain's abhorred couch I rose , And wander'd forth alone ; To court once more the balmy breeze , And catch the verdure of the trees , Ere yet their charms were flown . II . 'Twas from a bank with pansies gay I hail'd once more the chearful day , The sun's forgotten beams : O sun ! how pleasing were thy rays , Reflected from the polish'd face Of yon refulgent streams ! III . Rais'd by the scene my feeble tongue Essay'd again the sweets of song : And thus in feeble strains and slow , The loitering numbers 'gan to flow . IV . " Come , gentle air ! my languid limbs restore , " And bid me welcome from the Stygian shore : " For sure I heard the tender sighs , " I seem'd to join the plaintive cries " Of hapless youths , who thro' the myrtle grove " Bewail for ever their unfinish'd love : " To that unjoyous clime , " Torn from the sight of these etherial skies ; " Debarr'd the lustre of their Delia's eyes ; " And banish'd in their prime . V. " Come , gentle Air ! and while the thickets bloom , " Convey the jasmin's breath divine , " Convey the woodbine's rich perfume , " Nor spare the sweet-leaft eglantine . " And may'st thou shun the rugged storm " Till Health her wonted charms explain , " With rural pleasure in her train , " To greet me in her fairest form . " While from this lofty mount I view " The sons of earth , the vulgar crew , " Anxious for futile gains beneath me stray , " And seek with erring step Contentment's obvious way . VI . " Come , gentle Air ! and thou celestial Muse , " Thy genial flame infuse ; " Enough to lend a pensive bosom aid , " And gild Retirement's gloomy shade ; " Enough to rear such rustic lays " As foes may slight , but partial friends will praise . " VII The gentle Air allow'd my claim ; And , more to chear my drooping frame , She mix'd the balm of op'ning flowers ; Such as the bee , with chymic powers , From Hybla's fragrant hill inhales , Or scent Sabea's blooming vales . But ah ! the Nymphs that heal the pensive mind , By prescripts more refin'd , Neglect their votary's anxious moan : Oh , how should They relieve ? — the Muses all were flown . VIII . By flowery plain , or woodland shades , I fondly sought the charming maids ; By woodland shades , or flow'ry plain , I sought them , faithless maids ! in vain ! When lo ! in happier hour , I leave behind my native mead , To range where zeal and friendship lead , To visit *****'s honor'd bower . Ah foolish man ! to seek the tuneful maids On other plains , or near less verdant shades ; IX . Scarce have my footsteps press'd the favor'd ground , When sounds etherial strike my ear ; At once celestial forms appear ; My fugitives are found ! The Muses here attune their lyres , Ah partial ! with unwonted fires ; Here , hand in hand , with careless mien , The sportive Graces trip the green . X. But whilst I wander'd o'er a scene so fair , Too well at one survey I trace , How every Muse , and every Grace , Had long employ'd their care . Lurks not a stone enrich'd with lively stain , Blooms not a flower amid the vernal store , Falls not a plume on India's distant plain , Glows not a shell on Adria's rocky shore , But torn methought from native lands or seas , From their arrangement , gain fresh pow'r to please . XI . And some had bent the wildering maze , Bedeckt with every shrub that blows ; And some entwin'd the willing sprays , To shield th' illustrious Dame's repose : Others had grac'd the sprightly dome , And taught the portrait where to glow ; Others arrang'd the curious tome ; Or 'mid the decorated space , Assign'd the laurel'd bust a place , And given to learning all the pomp of show , And now from every task withdrawn , They met and frisk'd it o'er the lawn . XII . Ah ! woe is me , said I ; And ***'s hilly circuit heard me cry , Have I for this , with labour strove , And lavish'd all my little store To fence for you my shady grove , And scollop every winding shore ; And fringe with every purple rose , The saphire stream that down my valley flows ? XIII . Ah ! lovely treacherous maids ! To quit unseen my votive shades , When pale disease , and torturing pain Had torn me from the breezy plain , And to a restless couch confin'd , Who ne'er your wonted tasks declin'd . She needs not your officious aid To swell the song , or plan the shade ; By genuine Fancy fir'd , Her native Genius guides her hand , And while she marks the sage command , More lovely scenes her skill shall raise , Her lyre resound with nobler lays Than ever you inspir'd . Thus I my rage and grief display ; But vainly blame , and vainly mourn , Nor will a Grace or Muse return Till LUXBOROUGH lead the way .