But from mountain, dell, or ftream, Scorch it's foft, it's filken wings. Not a leaf has leave to ftir, Nature's lull'd-ferene-and still! Quiet e'en the fhepherd's cur, Sleeping on the heath-clad hill. Languid is the landscape round, Now the hill-the hedge-is green, EVENING. O'ER the heath the heifer ftrays Now Now he fets behind the hill, Trudging as the ploughmen go, Where the rifing foreft fpreads As the lark with vary'd tune, Carols to the evening loud; Mark the mill refplendent moon, Now the hermit howlet peeps From the barn or twifted brake; And the blue mift flowly creeps, Curling on the filver lake. A$ As the trout in speckled pride, Tripping through the filken grafs, Linnets with unnumber'd notes, CUNNINGHAM. Two or three balls, and two or three treats; Two Two or three ferenades, given as a lure; way; Two or three tickets for two or three times; Two or three love-letters writ all in rhymes; Two or three months keeping strict to these rules, Can never fail making a couple of fools. SWIFT. The Editor's Wish. For humble I have always been : I afk not, for I need not much. Give me, kind Fortune, give me clear,、 I Full humble is my prayer 1 ween, For humble I have always been. On On the Profpect of Death. THOU unknown, Almighty Cause In whole dread Prefence, ere an hour, If I have wander'd in those paths ; As Something, loudly, in my breast, Thou know'ft that Thou haft formed me Where human weakness has come fhort, Or frailty ftept afide, Do Thou, All-Good! for fuch Thou art, In fhades of darkness hide. Where |