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Admir’d Salopia! that with venial pride • Blest were the days when wisdom held her

Eyesherbright form in Severn's ambientwave, reign,
Fam'd for her lo,al cares in perils tried ; “And shepherds fought her on the filent plain;

Herdaugliters love!y, and herftriplings brave: | With Truth the wedded in the secret giove,
Ah! midit the rest, miy flow's adorn his grave Immortal Truth! and daughters bleis:d their
Whoie art did firft ihcfe dulcctcates dilplay!

• love. A motive fair to Learning's imps gave, • O halte, fair maids! ye Virtues, come away!

Whc cheerlets o'er her darkling region fray, Sweet Peace and Plenty lead you on your way! Till Realon's morn arise, and lighaitein on their · The balmy Ihrub for you shall love our shore, way.

• By Ind excell'd, or Araby, no more.

Loft to our fields, for so the fates ordain,

* The dcar deferters thail return again. $93. Oriental Eclognes. By Mr. COLLINS. • Come thou, whose thoughts as limpid springs

are clear, ECLOGUE I.

• To lead the ti ain, sweet Modesty, appcar: Selim; or, the Shepherd's Moral. Here make thy court amidst our rural scene,

* And nepherd girls shallown the forthcirqueen. Scene, a Valley near Bagdat.---Time, the morning.

• With thee be Chastity, of all afraid,
E Persian maids, attend your Poet's lavs,

Diftrufting all, a wife fufpicious maid ;
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• But man the moft-not more the mountain doe
• And hear how shepherds pass their golden
days.

Holds the fwift folcon for her deadly foc.

Cold is her breatt, like flowers that drink the dew; Not all are blest, whom Forrune's hand sustains

A liiken veil conceals her from the view. • With wealth in courts, nor all that haunt the

• No wild defires amidft thy train be known, plains:

• But Faith, vi hote heart is fix'd on one alone: Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell; • 'Tis virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.'

Defponding Veekness, with her downcast eyes, Thus Selim fung, by facred Truth inspir'd ;

• And friendly Piiy, full of tender sighs;

And Love the last. By thcfe your hcarts approve;
Nor praise but such as Truth bestow'd, defir’d:
Wife in himself, his meaning songs convey'd

· These are the virtues that must lead to love.' Informing morals to the shepherd maid;

Thus tung the twain; and ancient legends tay, Or taught the fwains that tereft blits to find,

The maids of Bagdat verified the lay :
Whatgroves nor ftreams beliun a virtuous mind. Dear to the plains, the Virtues came along;

When sweet and bluthing, like a virgin bride, The shepherds lov'd, and Selim bless'd his song.
The radiant morn resum'd her orient pride;

ECLOGUE II.
When wanton gales along the vallies play,
Breathe on each How'r,and bear their liveets away;

Hallan; or, the Camel-Driver.
By Tygris' wandering waves he fat, and fung
This uteful lesson for the fair and young :

Scene, the Derart.---Time, Mid-Day.
• Ye Persian dames,' he said, “to you belong IN filcnt horror, o'er the boundless waste,
(Weil may they please ) the morals of my fon : The driver Hailan with his camels pafs’d:
* No fairer maids, I trust, than you are found, One crufe of water on his back he bore,
* Grac'd with soft arts, the peopl.d world around! And his light fcrip contain'd a scanty store;
• The morn that lights you, to your loves fupplies a fan of painted feathers in his hand,
• Each gentler ray, delicious to your eyes; To guard his shaded face from scorching fand.
* For you those fow'rs her fragrant hands bestow, The Sultry fun had gain 'd the middle íky,
. And yours the love that kings delight to know. And not a tree, and not an herl), was nigh:.
" Yet think not these, all beauteous as they are, The beasts with pain their dusty way pursue,
The best kind blettings Heaven can grant the fair : Shrill roar'd the winds, and dreary was the view!

Who trust alone in beauty's feeble ray, With defperate forrow wild, th'attrighted man
* Boast but the worth Balföra's * pearls ditplay! Thrice figh'd, thrice struck his brcait, and thus
• Drawn from the decp, we own the furface bright;

began:
• But, dark within, they drink no lustrous light. "Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day,
• Such are the maids, and such the charms they "When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my
• By sense unaided, or to virtue loft.

[boaft, * Self-flatt’ring sex! your hearts believe in vain • Ah! little thought I of the blasting wind, • That Love shall blind, when once he fires, the · The thirst or pinching hunger that I find! • Or hope a lover by your faults to win, [fwain ; • Bethink thee, Hassan, where shall thirst assuage, • As spots on ermin beautify the skin:

"When fails this crufe, his unrelenting rage; • Who seeks secure to rule, be first her care Soon shall this serip its precious load resign; • Each softer virtue that adorns the fair ; • Then what but tears and hunger fhall be thine ? • Each tender paffion man delights to find ' Ye mute companions of my toils, that bear • The lov'd perfection of a female mind! In all my griefs a more than equal thare ! * The Gulf of that name, famous for the pearl-fishery.

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• Here, where no springs in murmurs break away, " Farewel the youth, whom fighs could not detain, • Or noss-crown'd fountains mitigate the day, “ Whom Zara's breaking heart implor'd in vain; • In vain ye hope the green delights to know, “ Yet, as thou go'st, may ev'ry blaft arise " Which plains more blest, or verdant vales, : “ Weak and unfelt as these rejected sighs ! • bestow :

“ Safe o’er the wild, no perils mayst thou see; • Here rocks alone and tasteless fands are found, “ No griefs endure; nor weep, false youth, like • And faint and fickly winds for ever howl around.

• Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, • O let me safely to the fair return, • When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my Say, with a kiss, she must not, Mall not mourn! way!

«o let me teach my heart to lose its fears, Curst be the gold and silver which persuade Recall'd by Wisdom's voice, and Zara's tears!' • Weak men to follow far-fatiguing trade !

He said; and callid on Heaven to bless the day « The lily Peace outshines the filver-store,

When back to Schiraz’walls he bent his way. • And life is dearer than the golden ore : . Yet money tempts us o'er the desart brown,

ECLOGUE III. To ev'ry distant mart and wealthy town. • Full oft we tempt the land, and oft the fea;

Abra; or, the Georgian Sultana. * And are we only yet repaid by thee?

Scene, a Foret ---Time, the Evening. • Ah! why this ruin fo attractive made? « Or why, fond man, fo easily betray'd ?

IN Georgia's land, where Teflis'tow’rs are seen • Why heed we not, while mad we hafte along, In diftant view along the level green; • The gentle voice of Pcace, or Pleasure's fong? While evening dews enrich the glitt'ring glade, • Or wherefore think the flow'ry mountain's lide, / And the tall forests cast a' longer shade ; • The fountain's murmurs, and the valley's pride; What time 'tis sweet o'er fields of rice to stray, • Why think we these less pleating to behold Or scent the breathing maize at setting day; • Than dreary delarts, if they lead to gold ? Amidst the maids of Zagen's peaceful grove, • Sad was the hour, and lucklefs was the day, Emyra fung the pleasing

cares of love. • When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my Of Abra first began the tender strain, • way!

Who led her youth with flocks upon the plain; ) cease, my fears !--all frantic as I go, At morn the came, those willing flocks to lead, When thought creates unnumber'd scenes of Where lilies rear them in the wat'ry mead:

From early dawn the live-long hours she told, - What if the lion in his rage I mect!

Till late at silent eve shie penn'd the fold. Oft in the dust I view his printed fect: Deep in the grove, beneath the secret shade, And, fearful! oft, when day's declining light A various wreath of odorous flowers she made.

Yields her pale empire to the mourner Night, Gay motley'd pinks and tweet jonquils she chote * • By hunger rous'd, he scours the groaning plain, The violet blue that on the moss-bank grows; • Gaunt wolves and lullen tigers in his train All sweet to fente, the flaunting rose was there : • Before them Death, with thrieks, directs their | The finith'd chaplet well adorn'd her hair. ' way!

Great Abbas chanc'd that fated morn to stray, Fills the wild yell, and lcads them to their prey. By love conducted from the chace away:

• Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, Among the vocal vales he heard her song, • When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my And fought the vales and echoing groves among. way!

Ar length he found, and woo'd the rural maid; • At that dead hour the silent asp hall crccp, She knew the monarch, and with fear obey’d. If aught of reft I find, upon my sleep:

• Be ev'ry youth like royal Abbas mov'd, • Cr foinc sivuin ferpent twist his scales around, . And ev'ry Georgian maid like Abra lov'd ! • And wake to anguith with a burning wound. The royal lover bore her from the plain; • Thrice happy they, the wise, contented poor; Yet still lier crook and bloating flock remain :

Froin lust of wealth, and dread of death, fccure! Oft as she went she backward turn'd her view, They tempt no du Tarts, and no griefs they hnd; And bade that crook and bleating flock adieu, Poaceriles the day, where reafon rules the mind. Fair happy maid! to other scenes remove;

“Sad was the hour, and luckle, was the day, To richer scenes of golden pow'r and love! "When first from Schiraz' walls I bunt my Go leave the simple pipe, and shepherd's ftrain; . way!

With love delight thee, and with Abbas reign. "O haplois youth ! for she thy love bath won, • Be cv'ry youth like royal Abbas mov'd, "The tender Zara, will be molt undone!

• Andev'ry Georgian maid like Abra lov'd!'. Big fuell'd my heart, and own'd the pow’rful Yet, iidst the blaze of courts, the fix'd her love • maid,

On the cool fountain, or the shady grove; • When fast the dropp'd her tears, and thus she still, ivith the shepherd's innocence, her mind

To the sweet valc' and How'ry mead inclin'd:

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And oft as Spring renew'd the plains with flow'rs, | Far fy the swains, like us, in deep despair ;
Breath'd his foft gales, and led the fragrant hours; And Ícave to rufian bands their ficecy care.
With sure return the fought the sylvan scene,

SECANDER.
The breezy mountains, and the forests green. Unhappy land! whose bleilings tempt the sword;
Her maids around her mov'd, a dutecus band ! In vain, unheard, thou call it ihy Persian lord!
Each bore a crook all-rural in her hand :

In vain thou court'st hiin, helpless, to thine aid,
Some simple lay of flocks and herds they sung; To fhield the thepherd, and protect the maid !
With joy the mountain and the forest rung. Far off, in thoughtless indolence resign'd,
• Be ev'ry youth like royal Abbas mov'd,

Soft dreams of love and pleasure foothe his mind :
• And ev'ry Georgian maid like Abra loy'd !' Midst fair fultanas lost in idle joy,
And oft the royal lover left the care

No wars alarm him, and no fears annoy.
And thorns of state, attendant on the fair;
Oft to the shades and low-roof'd cots retir'd,

Yet these green hills, in summer's sultry heat,
Or sought the vale where first his heart was fir'd: Have lent the monarch oft a cool retreat.
A rufict mantle, like a swain, he wore;

Sweet to the fight is Zabra's flow'ry plain,
And thought of crowns and busy courts no more.

And once by maids and theplerds lov'd in vain!
• Be ev'ry youth like royal Abbas movid,
• And ev'ry Georgian maid like Abra lov'd!' | By Sargis' banks, or Irwan's fhady grove;

No more the virgins shall delight to love
Bleft was the life that royal Abbas led :

On Tarkie's mountain catch the cooling gale,
Sweet was his love, and innocent his bed,

Or breathe the swects of Aly's flow'ry vale; What if in wcalth the noble maid excel;

Fair scenes! but, ah! no more with peace poffest
The Simple thepherd girl can love as well.

With cafe alluring and with plenty bleft.
Let those who rule on Persia's jewell’d throne

No more the shepherds whit’ning tents appear,
Be fam'd for love, and gentlest love alone;

Nor the kind products of a bourteous year; Or wreathe, like Abbas, full of fair renown,

No more the date, with snowy blossoms crown'd; The lover's myrtle with the warrior's crown.

But Ruin spreads her baleful fires around. « O happy days!' the maids around her fay;

SE CANDER. * O halte, profuse of blessings, hafte away!

In vain Circassia boasts her spicy groves,
• Be ev'ry youth like royal Abbas mov'd,
And ey'ry Georgian maid like Abra lov’d!' In vain the boasts her fairest of the fair,

For ever fam'd for pure and happy loves :
ECLOGUE IV.

Their eyes bluc languith, and their golden hair.'
Agib and Secander; or, the Fugitives,

Those eyes in tears their fruitless grief must iend;
Tholc hairs the Tartar's cruel hand Thall rend.

AGI B.
IN fair Circassia, whcrc, to love inclin'd, Ye Georgian fwains, that piteous learn from far
Each twain was blest, for ev'ry maid was kind; Circatiia's ruin, and the wafie of war;
At that stiil hour when awful midnight reigns, Some weightier arms than crooks and staffs pre-
And none but wretches haunt the twilight plains; pare,
What time the moon had hung her lamp on high, To field your harveít, and difend your fair;
And pass'd in radiance thro' the cloudlets sky; The Turk and Tartar like designs pursue,
Sad o'er the dews two brother thepherds filed, Fix'd to destroy, and steadfast to undo.
Where 'wild'ring fear and defp'rate forrow led : Wild as his land, in native desarts bred,
Fast as they prets’d their flight, behind them lay By lust incited, or by malice led,
Wide ravag'd plains, and valleys stole away. The villain Arab, as he prowls for prey,
Along the mountain's bending fide they ran; Oft marks with biood and wasting flames the way;
Till, faint and weak, Secandcr thus began: Yet none lo crucl as the Tartar foc,
SE CANDER.

To death inur'd, and nurs'd in scenes of woe.
Oh stay thee, Agib; for my fect deny,

He said ; when loud along the vale was heard No longer friendly to my life, to fly.

A thriller shriek, and ncarer fires appcard : Friend of my heart, oh turn thce, and survcy, Thaifrighted shepherds, thro' the dews of night, Trace our fad fight thro' all its length of way! Widco'er the moonlight hills rencw'd their fight. And first review that long-extended plain, And yon wide

groves, already pafs'd with pain !
Yon ragged cliff, whose dang'rous path we tried !
And, lalt, this lofty mountain's weary fide! $ 94. The Splendid Shilling. J. PHILLIPS.

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Weak as thou art, yct haplefs must thou know

*: Things unattempted yet in prose or thyme ;"
The toils of Aight, or some feverer woc!

A Shilling, Breeches, and Chimeras dire.
Still as I haste, the Tartar shouts behind,
And thricks and forrows load the ladd’ning wind; HAPPY the man, who, void of cares and strife,
In rage of heart, with ruin in his hand,

In hilken or in leathern purse retains
Hc blasts our harvests, and deforms our land. A Splendid Shilling. He nor hcars with pain
Yon citron grove, whence first in fear we came, New oysters cried, nor sighs for cheerful ale:
Props its fair honours to the cong’ring flame ; But with his friends, when nightly mifts arile,

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TO Juniper's Magype, or Town Hall ®, repairs ; This caitiff eyes your steps aloof; and oft Where, mindful of the nymph whole wanton eye Lies perdue in a nook or gloomy cave, Transfix'd his soul, and kindled amorous flames, Prompt to enchant fome inadvertent wretch Chloe or Phillis, hc each circling glass

With his unhallow'd touch. So (poets ling) Wilheth her health, and joy, and cqual love. Grimalkin, to domestic verinin fworn Meanwhile he smokes, and lauglis at merry tale, An everlasting toe, with watchful eye Or pun ambiguous, or conundrum quaint. Lics nightly brooding o'er a chinky gap, But I, whom griping penury surrounds, Protending her fell claws, to thoughtleis mice And hunger, sure attendant upon want

Sure ruin. So her difenrbowelld web With scanty offals, and small acid tiff,

Arachne in a hall or kitchen spreads, (Wretched repaft!) my mcagre corse sustain: Obvious to vagrant flies: she secret stands Then solitary walk, or doze at home

Within her woven cell; the humming prey, In garret vile, and with a warming puff Regardless of their fare, rush on the toils Regale chill'd fingers ; or, from tube as black Inextricable, nor will aught avail As winter chimney, or well-polith'd jet, Their arts, or arms, or thapes of lovely hue; Exhale Mundungus, ill-perfuming scent; The aip insidious, and the buzzing drone, Not blacker tube, nor of a shorter size,

And butterfly, proud of expanded wings Smokes Cambro-Briton (vers’d in pedigree, Difrinet with gold, entangled in her snares, Sprung from Cadwallader and Arthur, kings Ufeleis resistance make: with eager triles, Full famous in romaniic tale) when he

Se tow'ring fies to her expected fpoils; O'er many a craggy hill and barren cliff, Then with evenom'di jaws the vital blood Upon a cargo of furii Ceftrian cheese,

Drinks of reluctant fots, and to her cave High overthadowing rides, with a design Their bulky carcases triumphant drags. To vend his wares, or at th’ Arvonian inart, So pass my days. But when nocturnal shades Or Maridunun, or the ancient town

This world en "cope, and th’inclement air, Yclep'd Brechinia, or where Vaga's stream Persuades men to repel benumbing frosts Encircles Ariconium, fruitful foil!

With leatantwines,and crackling blaze of wood; Whence flow nećtarious wines, that well may vie Me, lonely fitting, nor tre glimmering light With Mallic, Setin, or renown'd Falern. Of make-weighi candie, nor the joycus taik

Thus, while my joyleis minutes tedious flow, Of loving fricods, delights ; diftiefs 'd, forlorn, With looks demure, and silent pace, a Dun, Amidst ihe horrors of ihe tedious night, Horrible monster! hated by gods and meu, Darkling I figii, and feed with difinal thoughts To my aërial citadel ascends :

My anxious mind; or sometimes mournful veria With vocal hcel thrice thund'ring at my gates, Indite, a d fing of gruves and myrtle shades, With hideous accent thrice he calls; I know Or dup'rate la'y near a purling stream, The voice ill-boding, and the folemn found. Or lover pendent on a willow-ilee. What should I do or whither turn: Amaz'd, Mianwhile I labour with eternal drought, Confounded, to the dark recess I fiy

And reftless wish, and rave; my parched throat Of wood-hole; straight my bristling hairs erect Finds no relief, nor heavy cyes repofc : Thro' ludden fcar; a chilly sweat bedews But if a slumber haply does invade My shudd'ring limbs, and (wonderful to tell !) My weary lim!ı, my fancy's thill awake, My tongue forgets her faculty of speech; Thoughtful of drink, and eager, in a dream, So horrible he iceins! His faded brow

Tipples imaginary pous cf aic, Entrench'd with many a frown, and conick beard, In vain : awake, I find the settled thirst And spreading band, admir’d by modern faints, Still g`awing, and the pleasant phantom curse. Disastrous acts forebode ; in his right hand Thus do í live, from pleafure quite debarrd, Long scrolls of paper solemnly waves, Nor taíto the fruits that the sun's genial rays With characters and figures uiro infcribid, Mature-john-apple, nor the downy peach, Grievous to mortal eyes (ye gods, avert Vor walnut in rough-furrow'd coat fecure, Such plagues from righteous men!). Behind him Nor medlar fruit delicious in decay. Another monster, nct unlike himself, [Italks Afflictions great! yet greater still remain : Sullen of aspect, by the vulgar callid

My galligatkins, that have long with food A Catchpole, whose polluted hands the gods The winter's fury, and encroaching frotts, With force incredible, and magic charms, By time {ubducd (what will not time subdue:) Erst have endued ; if he his ample paim A horrid chasin disclose, with orifice Should haply on ill-fated shoulder lay

Wide, discontinuous; at which the winds, Of debtor, straight his body, to the touch Eurus and Auster, and the dreadful force Obsequious (as whilom knights were wont), Of Boreas, that congeals the Cronian waves, To foine enchanted castle is convey'd,

Tumultuous enter with dire chilling blasts,
Where gates impregnable, and coercive chains, Portending agues. Thus a well-fraught shipa
In durance strict detain him; till, in form Long fail'd secure, or thro' th’Ægean deep,
Of money, Pallas fets the captive free.

Or the Ionian, till cruising near
Beware, ye debtors ! when ye walk beware, The Lily bean fhore, with hideous crush
Pe circumspcct: oft with insidious ken On Scylla or Charybdis (dang’rous rocks)

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She strikes rebounding; whence the shatter'd oak / Which madness titles Happiness.
So herce a shock unable to withstand,

While the gay wretch to revels bears
Admits the fea; in at the gaping fide

The pale remains of fighs and lears ;
The crowding waves guin with impetuous rage, And seeks in crowds, like her undone,
Retiftlets, overwhelming ! Horrors fcize What only can be found in onc.
The mariners; death in their eyes appears;

But chief, mny gentle friend! remore
They ftare, they rave, they pump, they lwear, Far from thy couch seducing Love.
they pray:

Oh shun the false magician's art,
(Vain efforts!) still the batt’ring waves rufh in, Nor trust thy yet unguarded heart !
Implacable; till, deluy'd by the foam,

Charm d by his speils fair Honour fiics,
The ship links found'ring in the vast abyss. And thousand treach'rous phantoms rise;

Where Guilt, in Beauty's rav beguiles,

And Ruin lurks in Friendship’s ímiles. $ 95. An Epistle to a Lady. NUGENT.

Lo! where th'enchanted captive dreams CLARINDA, dearly lov'd, attend

Of warbling groves and purling Itreams;
The counsels of a faithful friend;

Of painted meads, of flow'rs that shed
Who, with the warmest wishes fraught, Their odours round her fragrant bed.
Feels all, at least, that friendship ought! Quick shifts the scene, the charm is lost,
But since, by ruling Heaven's design,

She wakes upon a detart coatt;
Another's fate shall influence thine;

No friendly hand to icrd its aid,
Oh may these lines for him prepare

No guardian bow'r to spread its shade;
A bliss which I would dic to thare!

Expos'd to ev'ry chilling blaft,
Man
may
for wealth or glory roam,

She treads th' in hospitable waste ;
But woman must be blest at home;

And down the drear decline of life,
To this thould all her studies tend,

Sinks a forlorn, dithonour'd wife.
This her great object and her end.

Neglect nor thou the voice of Fame,
Diftafte unmingled pleasures bring,

But, clear from crime, be free from blame !
And use can blunt Affliction's sting;

Tho' all were innocence within,
Hence perfect bliss no mortals know,

'Tis guilt to wear the garb of sin;
And few are plung'd in utter woe :

Virtue rejects the foul disguile:
While Nature, arm'd against Despair,

None mcrit prailc who praile despise,
Gives pow'r to mend, or strength to bear; Slight not, in supercilious strain,
And half the thought content may gain, Long practis'd modes, as low or vain !
Which spleen employs to purchase pain.

The world will vindicate their cause,
Trace not the fair domestic plan

And claim blind faith in Custom's laws.
From what you would, but what you can! Safer with multitudes to stray,
Nor, peevish, fpurn the scanty store,

Than tread alone a fairer way:
Because

you
think
you merit more!

To mingle with the erring throng,
Bliss ever differs in degree,

Than boldly peak ten millions w rong.
Thy share alone is meant for thee;

Beware of the relentlers train
And thou shouldst think, however small, Who forms adore, whom forms maintain !
That Ihare enough, for 'tis thy all :

Lelt prudes demure, or coxcomts loud,
Vain scorn will aggravate difiress,

Accuse thee to the partial crowd;
And only make that little less.

Foes who the laws of honour light,
Admit whatever trifies come;

A judge who measures guilt by spite.
Units compose the largest lum:

Behold the fage Aurelia stand,
Oh tell them o'er, and say how vain

Disgrace and fame at her command ;
Are those who form Ambition's train;

As if Heaven's delegate design'd,
Which swell the monarch's gorgeous state, Sole arbiter of all her kind.
And bribe to ill the guilty great!

Whether the try some favour'd piece
But thou, more blest, more wile than these, By rules devis d in ancient Grcece;
Shalt build up happiness on ease.

Or whether, modern in her flight,
Hail, sweet Content! where joy serene

She lls what Paris thinks polite :
Gilds the mild soul's unruffled scene;

For, much her talents to advance,
And, with blith Fancy's pencil wrought, She studied Greece, and travellid France;
Spreads the white web of flowing thought; There learn’d the happy art to please
Shines lovely in the cheerful face,

With all the charms of labour'd ease ;
And clothes cach charm with native grace; Thro' looks and nods, with meaning fraught,
Effusion pure of bliss sincere,

To teach what she was never taught.
A vestment for a god to wear.

By her each latent spring is seen;
Far other ornaments compose

The workings foul of secret spleen;
The garb that shrouds dissembled woes,

The guilt that skulks in fair pretence;
Picc'd out with motley dyes and forts,

Or folly veil'd in specious sense.
Freaks, whimsics, fchivals, and sports :

And much her righteous spirit grieves,
The troubled mind's fantastic dress,

When worthlessness the world deceives ;
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