Too much my heart of Beauty’s pow… Too long to Love hath reason left… Too long my genius mourn’d his myr… And three rich years of youth cons… My wishes, lull’d with soft inglor…

Thrice hath the spring beheld thy… Since I exulting grasp’d the tune… Eager through endless years to sou… Proud that my memory with thine sh… How hast thou stain’d the splendor…

Queen of my songs, harmonious maid… Ah why hast thou withdrawn thy aid… Ah why forsaken thus my breast With inauspicious damps oppress’d? Where is the dread prophetic heat,

Whoe’er thou art whose path in sum… Through yonder village, turn thee… Of branching oaks a rural palace o… Imbosoms. there dwells Albert, ge… Of all the harvest round. and onwa…

I. 1. Once more I join the Thespian cho… And taste the inspiring fount agai… O parent of the Grecian lyre, Admit me to thy powerful strain—

“ Optat quietem.”—Hor . While yet the world was young, and… Nor lurking fraud, nor tyrant rapi…

Meek honor, female shame, O! whither, sweetest offspring of… From Albion dost thou fly; Of Albion’s daughters once the fa… O beauty’s only friend,

Thy verdant scenes, O Goulder’s h… Once more i seek, a languid guest: With throbbing temples and with bu… Once more i climb thy steep aerial… O faithful cure of oft-returning i…

What, then, is taste but those int… Active and strong, and feeling ali… To each fine impulse? a discerning… Of decent and sublime, with quick… From things deformed, or disarrang…

Come then, tell me, sage divine, Is it an offence to own That our bosoms e’er incline Toward immortal glory’s throne? For with me nor pomp, nor pleasure…

O youths and virgins: o declining… O pale misfortune’s slaves: o ye w… Unknown with humble quiet; ye who… In courts, or fill the golden seat… O sons of sport and pleasure: o th…

BOOK I With what attractive charms this g… Of Nature touches the consenting… Of mortal men; and what the pleasi… Which beauteous imitation thence d…

Yes: you contemn the perjur’d maid Who all your favorite hopes betray… Nor, though her heart should home… Her tuneful tongue it’s falsehood… Her winning eyes your faith implor…

“— Videmus Nugari solitos.” —Persius Whilom by silver Thames’s gentle… In London town there dwelt a subt…