...wonted care, Leaves the untasted spring behind, And, wing'd with fear, outflies the wind. SONG. Go, lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me,...have her graces spied, That, hadst thou sprung In desarts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the...

...to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That, hadst thou sprung In desarts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retir'd : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desir"d, And not blush so to be admired. Then die,...

...care, Leaves the untasted spring behind, And, wing'd with fear, out flics the wind. • o N o. Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me,...have her graces spied, That, hadst thou sprung In desarts where no men abide, Thou must have uncoramended died. Small is the worth Of Beauty from the...

...wonted care, Leaves the untasted spring behind, And, wing'd with fear, outflies the wind. io H a. t Go, lovely Rose! Tell her that wastes her time and me,...resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. VOL. in. O Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That, hadst thou sprung In desarts...

...go ; For all we know Of what the blessed do above, Is that they sing, and that they love. SONG. Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me,...spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men ahide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beanty from the light retir'd : Bid her...

...l'amour. *Vas, aimable rose, dis à celle qui néglige' son tems et moi } qu'à présent elle doit savoir, "When I resemble her to thee ; How sweet and fair...Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spy'd , That hadst thou sprung In deserts , where no men abide , Thou must have uncommended died. Small...

...Wonder is shorter liv'd than love. THE ROSE. Go, lovely Rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, Tell her, that's young, And shuns to have her graces...sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncoramended died. Small is the worth Of beauty, from the light retir'd : Bid her come forth, Suffer...

...allowing for a greater mixture of fancy and sentiment, is Waller'* beautiful Address to the Rose. Go, lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, • When I resemble her to t^iee, How sweet and fair she seems to be, &c. It concludes thus, Then die ! that she The common fate...

...sing dirges o'er his stone. SONG. BY WALLER. (jro, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That, hadst thou sprung In desarts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of Beauty from the...

...inférieures aux nôtres. Je vais en citer quelques - unes dans des genres différens. TO THE ROSE, Go , lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows * Quand les rayons de la lune brillent sur le ruisseau, que son chant est doux quand l'amour en est...