S ON G. WHEN HEN thy beauty appears, All bright as an angel new dropt from the sky; But when without art, Your kind thoughts you impart, When your love runs in blushes thro' ev'ry vein; When it darts from your eyes, when it pants in your heart, Then I know you're a woman again. There's a paffion and pride In our fex (the reply'd) And thus (might I gratify both) I wou'd do: Still an angel appear to each lover befide, В 2 TH A SONG. HYRSIS, a young and am'rous fwain, Gay Caelia's eyes were dazzling fair, With fofter magic drew. He haunts the stream, he haunts the Lives in a fond romance of love, And feems for each to die; "Till each a little fpiteful grown, Sabina Caelia's fhape ran down, And the Sabina's eye. grove Their envy made the shepherd find No more he haunts the grove or ftream, Ah Caelia (fly Sabina cry'd) Tho' neither love, we're both deny'd; Let either fix the dart. Poor girl! (fays Caelia) fay no more; That spite which broke his chains before, Y SONG. My days have been fo wond'rous free, The little birds that fly With careless ease from tree to tree, Were but as blefs'd as I. Afk gliding waters, if a tear Of mine increas'd their stream? Or afk the flying gales, if e'er But now my former days retire, Ye nightingales, ye twisting pines! With all of nature, all of art, O teach a young unpractis'd heart, The very thought of change I hate 'Tis true, the paffion in my mind Is mix'd with foft distress; Yet while the fair I love is kind, ANACREONTIC. HEN Spring came on with fresh delight, To chear the foul, and charm the fight, While eafy breezes, softer rain, And warmer funs falute the plain; 'Twas then, in yonder piny grove, That Nature went to meet with Love. Green was her robe, and green her wreath, To match for all the coming year. And vi'lets intermix'd a blue, She finds the boy she went to find; But all unfeather'd wait to fly. When they met, the Dame and Boy, Dancing Graces, idle Joy, Wanton Smiles, and airy Play, Coufpir'd to make the scene be gay; Love pair'd the birds through all the grove, |