HOOD-The Plea of the Midsummer

Fairies.

What joy have I in June's return?
My feet are parched-my eyeballs burn,
I scent no flowery gust;

But faint the flagging Zephyr springs,
With dry Macadam on its wings,

And turns me "dust to dust.'

q.

HOOD-Ode Imitated from Horace.

Lull'd by soft Zephyrs thro' the broken pane. POPE-Prologue to Satires. Line 42.

1.

No grateful dews descend from ev'ning skies,
Nor morning odours from the flow'rs arise;
No rich perfumes refresh the fruitful field,
Nor fragrant herbs their native incense yield,
The balmy Zephyrs, silent since her death,
Lament the ceasing of a sweeter breath.
8. POPE-Winter. Line 45.

Soften'd sounds along the waters die; Smooth flow the waves, the zephyrs gently play.

t. POPE-Rape of the Lock. Line 50. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows. U. POPE-Essay on Criticism. Line 366. Soft o'er the shrouds aërial whispers breathe, That seemed but zephyrs to the train beneath.