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Refolv'd to find fome fault, before unspy'd, 5 And disappointed, if but fatisfy'd.

Love pierc'd the vaffal heart, that durft rebel, And, where a judge was meant, a victim fell: On those dear eyes, with fweet perdition gay, I gaz'd, at once, my pride and foul away; All o'er I felt the luscious poison run,

And, in a look, the hafty conqueft won.

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Thus the fond moth around the taper plays, And sports and flutters near the treach❜rous blaze; Ravish'd with joy, he wings his eager flight, 15 Nor dreams of ruin in so clear a light;

He tempts his fate, and courts a glorious doom, A bright deftruction, and a fhining tomb.

RETIREMENT.

ΑΝ ODE.

BY THOMAS WARTON THE ELDER.

I.

ON beds of daifies idly laid,
The willow waving o'er my head,
Now morning on the bending ftem
Hangs the round, and glittering gem;
Lull'd by the lapse of yonder spring, 5
Of nature's various charms I fing:
Ambition, pride, and pomp adieu!
For what has Joy to do with you?

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II.

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Joy, rofe-lipt Dryad, loves to dwell In funny field, or moffy cell, Delights on echoing hills to hear The reaper's fong, or lowing fteer, Or view with ten-fold plenty fpread The crowded corn-field, blooming mead; While beauty, health, and innocence, Tranfport the eye, the foul, the fenfe.

III.

Not fresco'd roofs, not beds of state,
Not guards that round a monarch wait,
Not crowds of flatterers can scare

From loftieft courts intruding Care: 20
Midst odours, fplendors, banquets, wine,
Whilft minstrels found, while tapers shine,
In fable ftole fad Care will come,
And darken the gay drawing-room.

IV.

Nymphs of the groves, in green array'd,
Conduct me to your thickest shade, 26
Deep in the bofom of the vale,
Where haunts the lonesome nightingale ;
Where Contemplation, maid divine,
Leans against some aged pine,

Wrapt in stedfast thought profound,
Her eyes fix'd stedfaft on the ground.

V.

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O virtue's nurfe! retired queen,
By faints alone and hermits seen,
Beyond vain mortals' wishes wife, 35
Teach me St. James's to defpife;

For what are crowded courts, but schools
For fops, or hofpitals for fools?
Where flaves and madmen, young and old,
Meet to adore fome calf of gold.

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This marble rock with hollow-tinkling waves;
Who wont'st in fecret folitude to dwell,
On coral beds beneath thy fapphire cell;
Whofe virgin-pow'r can break the magic charm,
Whofe look the black enchanter's hand difarm; 6
Whom fwains in neighb'ring vales to fing delight,
Kind guardian of their flocks from blasting sprite;
Permit me, goddess, from thy filver lake,
With cooling draught my glowing thirst to flake!
So, when thou bath'ft, may no rude fatyr's eye,
From fome deep brake, thy naked beauties spy:
May no chill blast the ivied oak invade,
That o'er thy cavern waves his folemn shade,

AN

AMERICAN LOVE-ODE.

TAKEN FROM THE SECOND VOLUME OF MONTAGNE'S ESSAYS.

BY THE SAME.

I.

STAY, ftay, thou lovely, fearful snake,
Nor hide thee in yon darksome brake:
But let me oft thy charms review,
Thy glittering scales, and golden hue ;
From these a chaplet shall be wove,

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the youth I dearest love.

II.

Then ages hence, when thou no more
Shalt creep along the funny fhore,
Thy copy'd beauties fhall be feen;
Thy red and azure, mix'd with green,
In mimic folds thou shalt display:
Stay, lovely, fearful adder, stay.

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