4 His Phyllis was fond of his praise, EXERCISE V. Ode on Solitude. 1 Happy the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. 2 Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, 3 Bless'd who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years, slide soft away, In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day; 4 Sound sleep by night; study and ease And innocence, which most does please 5 Thus let me live, unseen, unknown, Thus unlamented let me die ; Steal from the world, and not a stone EXERCISE VI. The lament of David over Saul and Jonathan The beauty of Israel is slain upon thy high places: how are the mighty fallen! Tell it not in Gath, publish it not in the streets of Askelon; lest the daughters of the Philistines rejoice, lest the daughters of the uncircumcised triumph. Ye mountains of Gilboa! let there be no dew, neither let there be rain upon you, nor fields of offerings; for there the shield of the mighty is vilely cast away, the shield of Saul, as though he had not been anointed with oil. From the blood of the slain, from the fat of the mighty, the bow of Jonathan turned not back, and the sword of Saul returned not empty. Saul and Jonathan were lovely and pleasant in their lives, and in their death they were not divided: they were swifter than eagles, they were stronger than lions. Ye daughters of Israel, weep over Saul, who clothed you in scarlet, with other delights; who put on ornaments of gold upon your apparel. How are the mighty fallen in the midst of the battle! O, Jonathan! thou wast slain in thine high places. I am distressed for thee, my brother Jonathan: very pleasant hast thou been unto me: thy love to me was wonderful, passing the love of women. How are the mighty fallen, and the weapons of war perished! EXERCISE VII. Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws, EXERCISE VII. To Sleep. On this my pensive pillow, gentle Sleep, O, steep my senses in oblivion's balm, And sooth my throbbing pulse with lenient hand; Yet, ah! in vain familiar with the gloom, Nor would the dawning day my sorrows charm: EXERCISE IX. Ask me no more my truth to prove, What I would suffer for my love: With thee I would in exile go To regions of eternal snow; O'er floods by solid ice confined; Thro' forest bare with northern wind: While all around my eyes I cast The softest moss should dress thy bed, EXERCISE X. O Nanny, wilt thou go with me, Can silent glens have charms for thee, The lowly cot and russet gown? O Nanny! can'st thou love so true, To share with him the pang of wo! |