Yet, under great BELLARIO's care, He gain'd each day a better air; With many a leader of renown,, Deep in the learning of the Town, Who never other science knew, But what from that prime source they drew ; To get recruits of knowledge there; And learn the Classics from a dance: For DIDO, though they never knew her Yet, for DIDONE how they roar! One taste BELLARIO's soul possess'd, The master-passion of his breast; The pleasure scarcely was diminish'd; Did he ride out, or sit, or walk, He liv'd it o'er again in talk; In words by day, in dreams by night. Was the chief good of that fam'd Grecian. Or, in the covert of a wood, To descant on the sovereign good, Like them, they mix not with affairs, But loll and laugh at human cares. They choose a sofa for a cloud. BOWLES. RETURN TO OXFORD. CHERWELL. CHERWELL! how pleased along thy willow'd edge Or Evening glimmer'd o'er the sighing sedge, Of joy beam out, as when HEAVEN'S humid bow Whate'er betide, yet something have I won Of solace, that may bear me on serene, Till Eve's dim hand shall close the sinking scene. ON THE RHINE. 'Twas morn, and beautiful the mountains' browHung with the clusters of the bending vineShone in the early light, when on the RHINE We sail'd, and heard the waters round the prow In murmurs parting; varying as we go, Rocks after rocks come forward and retire, As some grey convent-wall, or sunlit spire Starts up, along the banks, unfolding slow. Frown as we pass-There, on the vineyard's side, THE CELL OF THE MISSIONARY. FRONTING the ocean, but beyond the ken Upon its roof of reeds appear'd a cross, The porch within was lin'd with mantling moss; This, to impress how soon life's race is o'er; And that, to lift our hopes where time shall be no more. O'er the rude porch, with wild and gadding stray, The clust'ring copu weav'd its trellis gay: Two mossy pines, high bending, interwove |