CONGENIAL to my pensive breast Abandon Surry's smiling plains, Fly the lov'd roof where Friendship reigns, Speeds swifter than the winds his flight. Bids, to beguile my 'tranced eyes, Within whose silken coverture Some peerless Beauty sits secure, And, fatal to the soul's repose, Around her thrilling glances throws.. Enchantress, whose all-powerful spell We felt, when WARTON's dulcet Shell (A choice libation at thy shrine) * Pour'd the stream of Song divine,* Or scenes that Harcourt's pencil paints.† * The late Dr. WARTON's exquisite Ode to Fancy. |