Thus safely low, my friend, thou c… Here reigns a deep tranquillity o’… No noise, no care, no vanity, no s… Men, woods, and fields, all breath… Then keep each passion down, howev…

Smooth to the shelving brink a cop… Rolls fair and placid: where colle… In one impetuous torrent down the… It thundering shoots, and shakes t… At first, an azure sheet, it rushe…

Soon as the morning trembles o’er… And unperceived, unfolds the sprea… Before the ripen’d field the reape… In fair array. At once they stoop and swell the l…

When my breast labours with oppres… And o’er my cheek descends the fal… While all my warring passions are… Oh! let me listen to the words of… Raptures deep-felt his doctrine di…

While in heroic numbers some relat… The amazing turns of wise eternal… Exploits of heroes in the dusty fi… That to their name immortal honour… Grant me, ye powers, by the limpid…

I hate the clamours of the smoky t… But much admire the bliss of rural… Where some remains of innocence ap… Where no rude noise insults the li… Nought but soft zephyrs whispering…

While with the public, you, my Lo… A friend and father lost; permit t… The muse assigned of old a double… To praise the dead worth and humbl… Whose generous task begins where i…

The lovely young Lavinia once had… And fortune smiled deceitful on he… For, in her helpless years deprive… Of every stay, save innocence and… She, with her widow’d mother, feeb…

If those who live in shepherd’s bo… Press not the rich and stately bed… The new-mown hay and breathing flo… A softer couch beneath them spread… If those who sit at shepherd’s boa…

Oh, could I draw, my friend, thy… Just as the living forms by thee d… Of Raphael’s figures none should… Nor Titian’s colours longer last… A mind in wisdom old, in lenience…

What is the task that to the muse… What but to deck in her harmonious… The beauteous works of nature and… Rural retreats that cheer the heav… Then Marle Field begin, my muse,…

THE wine of Love is music,    And the feast of Love is so… And when Love sits down to the ba…    Love sits long: Sits long and arises drunken,

Ye fabled Muses, I your aid discl… Your airy raptures, and your fanci… True genuine woe my throbbing brea… Love prompts my lays, and filial d… My soul springs instant at the war…

In one diffusive band, They drive the troubled flocks, by… Compell’d to where the mazy-runnin… Forms a deep pool; this bank abrup… And that fair-spreading in a pebbl…