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"Unlov'd, unloving, 'twas his fate to bleed;
HEN thy beauty appears
In its graces and airs,
All bright as an Angel new dropt from the sky; At distance I gaze and am aw'd by my fears,
So ftrangely you dazzle my eye!
But when without art,
Your kind thoughts you impart,
When your love runs in blushes thro' every vein; When it darts from your eyes, when it pants in
Then I know you're a woman again.
There's a paffion and pride
In our fex, fhe reply'd,
And thus, might I gratify:both, I would do: Still an Angel appear to each lover befide, But still be a woman to you.
HYRSIS, a young and am'rous fwain, Saw two, the Beauties of the plain; Who both his heart fubdue:
Gay Cælia's eyes were dazzling fair,
With fofter magick drew.
He haunts the ftream, he haunts the grove, Lives in a fond romance of love,
And feems for each to die; 'Till each a little spiteful grown, Sabina, Cælia's shape ran down, And the Sabina's eye.
Their envy made the fhepherd find
No more he haunts the grove or ftream,
Ah Cælia! fly Sabina cry'd,
Tho' neither love, we're both deny'd ;
Now to support the sex's pride,
Let either fix the dart.
Poor girl, fays Cælia, fay no more;
That spite which broke his chains before,
Y days have been so wond'rous free,
With careless eafe from tree to tree.
Were but as bless'd as I.
Afk gliding waters, if a tear,
Of mine increas'd their ftream?
Or ask the flying gales, if e'er
I lent one figh to them?
But now my former days retire,
And I'm by beauty caught,
The tender chains of sweet defire
Are fix'd upon my thought.
Ye nightingales, ye twisting pines!
Ye fwains that haunt the grove!
O teach a young, unpractis'd heart,
To make my Nancy mine.
The very thought of change I hate,
Nor ever covet to be great,
'Tis true, the paffion in my mind
HEN fpring came on with fresh delight,
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, Where-e'er fhe trod, 'twas green beneath.