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Then let her fate your kind attention raise, But when you aid her song, and deign to nod, Whose perfect charms were but her second praise: She spreads a bolder wing, and feels the present Beanty and Virtue your protection claim;

So the Cumaan prophetess was dumb, (god. Give tears to Beauty, give to Virtue fame. Blind to the knowledge of events to come;

But when Apollo in her breast abode,
She heav'd, she swellid, she felt the rushing god :

Then accents more than mortal from her broke;

And what the god inspir'd, the priestess spoke. WHO CORRECTED MY VERSES. Ire'er my humble Muse melodious sings, 'Tis when you animate and tune her strings;

MONSIEUR MAYNARD IMITATED. If e'er she mounts, 'tis when you prune her wings.

You, like the Sun, your glorious beams display,
Deal to the darkest orb a friendly ray,

And clothe it with the lustre of the day.

Wulle past its noon the lamp of life declines, Mean was the piece, unelegantly wrought, The colours faint, irregular the draught ;

And age my vital flame invades;

Paint, and more faint, as it descends, it shines, But your cominanding touch, your nicer art,

And hastes, alas! to set in shades.
Rais d every stroke, and brighten'd every part.
So, when Luke drew the rudiments of man,

Then some kind power shall guide my ghost to An angel finish'd what the saint began;

Where, seated by Elysian springs, (glades, His wondrous pencil, dipt in heavenly dyes,

Fam'd Addison attunes to patriot shades Gave beauty to the face, and lightning to the eyes.

His lyre, and Albion's glory sings. Confus'd it lay, a rough unpolish'd mass; There round, majestic shades, and heroes' forms, You gave the royal stamp, and made it pass : Will throng to learn what pilot guides, Hence er'n Deformity a Beauty grew; [by you; Watchful, Britannia's helm through factious storins, She pleas'd, she charm'd, but pleas'd and charm’d And curbs the murmuring rebel tides. Though, like Prometheus, I the image frame,

I tell how Townshend treads the glorious path You give the life, and bring the heavenly flame.

That leads the great to deathless fame, Thus when the Nile diffus'd his watery train

And dwell at large on spotless Engl sh faith,
In streams of plenty o'er the fruitful plain;

While Walpole is the favourite tbeme.
Unshapen forms, the refuse of the flood,
Issued imperfect from the teeming muid;

How, nobly rising in their country's cause,
But the great source and parent of the day

The stedfast arbiters of right,

Exalt the just and good, to guard her laws,
Fashion'd the creature, and inform'd the clay.

And call forth Merit into light.
Weak of herself, my Muse forbears her flight,
Views her own lowness, and Parnassus' height; A loud applause around the echoing coast

Of all the pleas'd Elysium tlies.

But, friend, what piace had you, replies some VARIATION.

When merit 'was the way to risc? (ghost, Then let her fate your just attention raise,

What deanery, or prebend, thive, declare?
Whose perfeet graces were but second praise.

Good Heavens! unable to reply,
How like a stupid idiot I should stare!

An answer, good my lord, supply.
“To nobler themes thy Muse triumphant soars,
Mounts thro' the tracts of air, and Heaven explores.
Say, has some seraph tun'd thy sacred lyre,
Or deign'd to touch thy hallow'd lips with fire?

For sure such sounds exalt th' immortal string,
As Heaven approves, and raptur'd angels sing.


peace, and social joy, Medusa flies, Ah! how I listen, while the mortal lay

And loves to hear the storm of anger rise; Lifts me from Earth above the solar way!

Thus hags and witches hate the smiles of day, Ah! how I look with scorn on pompous crowns,

Sport in loud thunder, and in tempests play.
And pity monarchs on their splendid thrones,
While, thou my guide, I trace all Nature's laws,
By just gradations, to the sovereign cause !
Pleas'd I survey how varying schemes unite,

Worlds with the atoms, angels with the mite,

Sillia, with uncontested sway,
And end in God, high thron'd above all height,
Who sees, as Lord of all, with equal eye,

Like Rome's fam'd tyrant reigns ;

Beholds adoring crowds obey,
Now a proud tyrant perish, then a fly.
Methinks / view the patriarch's ladder rise,

And heroes proud to wear ber chains :
Its base on Earth, its summit in the skies :

Yet stoops, like him, to every prize,
Fach wondrous step by glorious angels trod,

Busy to murder beaux and flies.
And Heaven unfolding to the throne of God, She aims at every trifling heart,
Pe this thy praise! I haunt the lovely bower, Attends each flatterer's voivs ;
Sport by the spring, or paint the blooming flower. And, like a picture drawn uith 'ut,
Nor dares the Muse attempt an arduous height, &c. A look on all that gaze bestows.


0! may the power who lovers rules,

They wed—but, fancy grown less warming, Grant rather scorn, than hope with fools.

Next morn, he thinks the bride less charming : Mistaken nymph! the crowds that gaze

He says, nay swears, My wife grows old in Ad re thee int shame;

One single month ;' then falls to scolding, Unguarded beauty is disgrace,

“ What, madam, gadding every day! And coxcomus, when they praise, defame. Up to your room ! there stitch, or pray !" 0! fly suck brutes in human shapes,

Such proves the marriage-state! but for all Nor, like th’Egyptians, worship apes.

These truths, you'll wed, and scom the moral.



1730. While Delia shines at Hurlothrumbo,

Calentem And darts her sprightly eye at some beau;

Debitâ sparges lacrymâ favillam Then, close behind her fan retiring,

Vatis amici.

Ses through the sticks whole crowds admiring:
You sip your melancholy co-ffy,

As when the King of Peace, and Lord of Love,
And at the name of man, cry, " () phy!”

Sends down some brighter angel from above, Or, when the noisy rapper thunders,

Pleas'd with the beauties of the heavenly guest, Say coldly~" Sure the fellow blunders !"

Awhile we view him in full glory drest; Unseen! though peer on peer approaches : But he, impatient from his Heaven to stay, " James, I'm abroad!--but learn the coaches." Soon disappears, and wings his airy way; As some young pleader, when his purse is

So didst thou vanish, eager to appear, Unfill'd through want of controversies,

And shine triumphant in thy native sphere. Attends, until the chinks are fill'd all,

Yet had'st thou all that Virtue can bestow, Th' assizes, Westminster, and Guildhall:

All, the good practise, and the learned know;
While, graver lawyers keep their house, and Such holy rapture, as not warms, but fires,
Collect the guineas by the thousand :

While the soul seems retiring, or retires;
Or as some tradesmen, through show-glasses, Such transports as those saints in vision share,
Fixpose their wares to each that passes;

Who know not whether they are rapt through air,
Toys of no use! high-priz'd commodities

Or bring down Heaven to meet them in a prayer. Bought to no end ! estates in oddities !

Oh! early lost ! yet stedfast to survey Others, with like advantage, drive at

Envy, Disease, and Death, without dismay; Their gain, from store-houses in private:

Serene, the sting of pain 8 thy thoughts beguile, Thus Delia shines in places general,

And make affictions, objects of a smile. Is never missing where the men are all ;

So the fam'd patriarch, on his couch of stone, Goes ev'n to church with godly airs,

Enjoy'd bright visions from th' eternal throne. To meet good company at prayers;

Thus wean'd from Earth, where Pleasure scarce Where she devoutly plays her fan,

can please, Looks up to Heaven, but thinks on man.

Thy woes but hasten'd thee to Heaven and peace: You sit at home ; enjoy your cousin',

As angry winds, when loud the tempest roars, While hearts are offer'd by the dozen :

More swiftly speed the vessel to the shores.
Oh! born above your sex to rise,

Oh! may these lays a lasting lustre shed
With youth, wealth, beauty, titles-wise ! O'er thy dark urn, like lamps that grace the dead !

0! lady bright, did ne'er you märk yet, Strong were thy thoughts, yet Reason bore the sway; In country fair, or country market,

Humble, yet learn'd; though innocent, yet gay: A beau, whose eloquence might charm ye, So pure of heart, that thou might'st safely show Enlisting soldiers for the army?

Thy inmost bosom to thy bagest foe: He flatters every well-built youth,

Careless of wealth, thy bliss a calm retreat,
And tells him every thing but-truth.

Far from the insults of the scornful great ;
He cries, “ Good friend, I'm glad I hap'd in Thence looking with disdain on proudest things,
Your company, you'll make a captain !"

Thou deemed’st mean the pageantry of kings;
He lists--but finds these gaudy shows

Who build their pride on trappings of a throne,
Soon chang'd to surly looks, and blows:

A painted ribband, or a glittering stone,
'Tis now, “ March, rascal! what, «l' ye grumble?" Uselessly bright! 'Twas thine the soul to raise
Thwack goes the cane!“. I'll make you humble," To nobler objects, such as angel's praise !
Such weddings are: and I resemble 'em,

To live, to mortals' empty fame, a foe;
Almost in all points, to this emblem.

And pity human joy, and human woe!
While courtship lasts, 'tis, “ Dear,” 'tis, “ Madam! To view ev'n splendid Vice with generous hate;
The sweetest creature sure since Adam!

In life unblemish'd, and in death sedate !
Had I the years of a Methusalem,

Then Couscience, shining with a lenient ray, How in my charmer's praise I'd use all 'em ! Dawn'd o'er thy soul, and promis'd endless day. Oh! take me to thy arms, my beauty !

So from the setting orb of Phæbus fly, I doat, adore the very shoe-tye !"

Beams of calm light, and glitter to the sky.

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Where now, oh! where shall I true friendship find | And fearless marks the comet's dreadful blaze, Among the treacherous race of base mankind While monarchs quake, and trembling nations gazei Whom, whom consult in all th' uncertain ways Or holds deep converse with the mighty dead, Of various life, sincere to blame, or praise ! Champions of Virtue, who for Virtue bled ? O! friend! O! falling in thy strength of years, Or joins in concert with angelic choirs, Warm from the melting soul receive these tears! Where hymning seraphs sound their golden lyres, O! Woods ! O! Wilds? O! every bowery Shade! Where raptur'd sain's unfading crowns inwreath, So often vocal by his music made,

Triumphant o'er the World, o'er Sin, and Death?
Now other sounds-far other sounds return, ()! may the thought his friend's devotion raise !
And o'er his hearse with all your Echoes mourn !0! may he imitate, as well as praise!
Yet dare we grieve that soon the paths he trod Awake, my heavy soul! and upward fly,
To Heaven, and left vain man for saints and God? Speak to the saint, and meet him in the sky,
Thus in the theatre the scenes unfold

And ask the certain way to rise as high.
A thousand wonders, glorious to behold;
And here, or there, as the machine extends,
A hero rises, or a god descends :
But soon the momentary pleasure flies,

Swift vanishes the god, or hero dies
Where were ye, Muses, by what fountain side,


PREFIX your name to the following poem, as a What river sporting, when your favourite dy'd ? monument of the long and sincere friendship I He knew by verse to chain the headlong floods, have borne you : I am sensible you are too good a Silence loud winds, or charm attentive woods; judge of poetry to approve it ; however, it will be Nor deign'd but to high themes to tune the string, a testimony of my respect: You conferred obligaTo such as Heaven might hear, and angels sing; tions upon me very early in life, almost as soon Unlike those bards, who, uninform'd to play, as I was capable of receiving them : May these Grate on their jarring pipes a flashy lay :

verses on Death long survive my own! and remain Each line display'd united strength and ease,

a memorial of our friendship, and my gratitude, Form'd, like his manners, to instruct and please.

when I am no more. So herbs of balmy excellence produce

WILLIAM BROOME. A blooming flower and salutary juice : And while each plant a smiling grace reveals, Usefully gay! at once it charins, and heals. Transcend ev'n after death, ye great, in show;

A POEM ON DEATH. Lend pomp to ashes, and be vain in woe;

Τις οίδεν εί το ζήν μέν έστι κασθανείν, Hire substitutes to mourn with formal cries,

Το κατθανείν δε ζην;

Eurip. And bribe unwilling drops from venal eyes; While here sincerity of grief appears,

OH! for Elijah's car, to wing my way Silence that speaks, and Eloquence in tears ! O'er the dark gulph of Death to endless day! While, tir'd of life, we but consent to live A thousand ways, alas! frail mortals lead To show the world how really we grieve !

To her dire den, and dreadful all to tread ! As some fond sire, whose only son lies dead,

See! in the horrours of yon house of woes, All lost to comfort makes the dust his bed, Troops of all maladies the fiend enclose! Hangs o'er his urn, with frantic grief deplores, High on a trophy rais'd of human bones, And bathes his clay-cold cheek with oopious showers; Swords, spears, and arrows, and sepulchral stones, Such heart-felt pangs on thy sad bier attend; In horrid state she reigns ! attendant ills Companion ! brother ! all in one--my friend! Besiege her throne, and when she frowns, she kills! Unless the soul a wound eternal bears,

Thro' the thick gloom the torch red-gleaming burns Sighs are but air ; but common water, tears : O’er shrouds, and sable palls, and mouldering urns; The proud, relentless, weep in state, and show While flowing stoles, black plumes, and scutcheons Not sorrow, but magnificence of woe.

An idle pomp around the silent dead: (spread Thus in the fountain, from the sculptor's hands, -Unaw'd by power, in common heap she fings With imitated life, an image stands ;

The scrips of beggars, and the crowns of kings : From rocky entrails, through his stony eyes, Here gales of sighs, instead of breezes, blow, The mimic tears in streams incessant rise :

And streams of tears for ever murmuring flow : Unconscious! while aloft the waters flow,

The mournful yew with solemn horrour waves The gazers' wonder, and a public show.

His baleful branches, saddening even the graves : Ye hallow'd Domes, his frequent visits tell; Around all birds obscene loud-screeming fly, Thou Court, where God himself delights to dwell; Clang their black wings, and shriek along the sky: Thou mystic Table, and thou holy Peast,

The ground perverse, tho' bare and barren, breeds How often have ye seen the sacred guest !. All poisons, foes to life, and noxious weeds; How oft his soul with heavenly manna fed! But, blasted frequent by th' unwholesome sky, His faith enliven'd, while his sin lay dead ! Dead fall the birds, the very poisons die. While listening angels heard such raptures rise, Full in the entrance of the dreadful doors, As, when they hymn th’Almighty, charm the skies ! Old-age, half vanish'd to a ghost, deplores : But where, now where, without the body's aid, Propp'd on his crutch, he drags with many a groan New to the Heavens, subsists thy gentle shade? The load of life, yet dreads to lay it down. Glides it beyond our gross imperfect sky,

There, downward driving an unnumber'd band, Pleas'd, high o'er stars, from world to world, to fly! Intemperance and Disease walk hand in hand :

These, Torment, whirling with remorseless sway • Mr. Fenton intended to write upon moral subjects. A scourge of iron, lashes on the way.

There frantic Anger, prone to wild extremes, Impair'd by labour, and by ease undone, Grasps an ensanguin'd sword, and Heaven blas- Commenc'd in tears, and ended in a groan! There heart-sick Agony distorted stands, (phemes. Ev'n while I write, the transient now is past, Writhes his convulsive limbs, and wrings his hands. And Death more near, this sentence than the There Sorrow droops his ever pensive head,

last! And Care still tosses on his iron bed :

As some weak isthmus seas from seas divides, Or, musing, fastens on the ground his eye, Bcat by rude waves, and sapp'd by rushing tides, With folded arms; with every breath a sigh.

Torn from its base, no more their fury bears, Hydrops unwieldly wallows in a flood;

At once they close, at once it disappears : And Murther rages, reil with human blood, Such, such is life! the mark of misery plac'd With Fever, Fainine, and affictive Pain,

Between two worlds, the future and the past; Plague, Pestilence, and War, a dismal train! To Time, to Sickness, and to Death, a prey, These, and a thousand more, the fiend surround, It sinks, the frail possession of a day! Shrieks pierce the air, and groaps to groans re- As some fond boy, in sport, along the shore sound.

Builds from the sands a fabric of an hour; 0! Heavens! is this the passage to the skies

Proud of his spacious walls, and stately rooms, That man must tread, when man, your favourite, He styles the mimic cells imperial domes; Oh! for Elijah's car to wing my way [dies? The little monarch swells with fancy'd sway, O'er the dark gulph of Death to endless day! Till some wind rising puffs the dome away :

Confounded at the sight, my spirits fled, So the poor reptile, man! an heir of woe, My eyes rain'd tears, my very heart was dead! The lord of earth and ocean, swells in show; I wail'd the lot of man, that all would shun, He plants, he builds, aloft the walls arise! And all must bear that breathe beneath the Sun. The noble plan he finishes, and dies.

When lo! an heavenly form, divinely fair, Swept from the Earth, he shares the coinmon fate; Shoots from the starry vault through fields of air; His sole distinction now, to rot in state! And, swifter than on wings of lightning driven,

Thus busy to no end till out of breath,
At once seems here and there, in Earth and Hea-Tir'd we lie down, and close up all in death. (led
A dazzling brightness in refulgent streamis: (ven! Then blest the man whom gracious Heaven has
Flows from his locks inwreath'd with sunny beams : Through life's blind mazes to th' immortal dead!
His roseate cheeks the bloom of Heaven display, Who, safely landed on the blissful shore,
And from his eyes dart glories, more than day:

Nor human folly feels nor frailty more!
A robe, of light condens'd, around him shone, 0! Death, thou cure of all our idle strife!
And his loins glitter'd with a starry zone:

End of the gay, or serious farce of life!
And while the listening Winds lay hush'd to hear, Wish of the just, and refuge of th’ opprest!
Thus spoke the vision, amiably severe !

Where Poverty, and where ev'n kings find rest! Vain man! wouldst thou escape the common

Safe froin the frowns of power! calm, thoughtful To live, to suffer, die, and be forgot? [lot,

And the rude insults of the scornful great! (hate! Look back on ancient times, primeval years,

The grave is sacred! wrath and malice dread All, all are past! a mighty void appears! To violate its peace, and wrong the dead : Heroes, and kings, those gods of Earth, whose fame But Life, thy name is Woe! to Death we fly Aw'd half the nations, now are but a name! To grow immortal l-into life we die! The great in arts or arms, the wise, the just, Then wisely Heaven in silence has confin'd Mix with the meanest in congenial dust!

The happier dead, lest none should stay behind. Ev'n saints and prophets the same paths have trod, What though the path be dark that must be trod, Ambassadors of Heaven, and friends of God! Though man be blotted from the works of God, And thou, wouldst thou the general sentence fly? Though the four winds his scattered atoms bear Moses is dead! thy Saviour deign'd to die!

To Earth's extremes, thro' all th' expanse of air ; Mortal, in all thy acts regard thy end ! [friend : 1 Yet bursting glorious from the silent clay, Live well, the time thou liv'st, and Death's thy He mounts triumphant to eternal day. Then curb each rebel thought against the Sky,

So, when the Sun rolls down th' ethereal plain, And die resign'd, O! Man ordain'd to die!" Extinct his splendours in the whelming main, He added not, but spread his wings in flight,

A transient vight earth, air, and heaven invades, And vanish'd instant in a blaze of light.

Eclips'd in horrours of surrounding shades ;
Abash'd, asham'd, I cry, “ Eternal Power,

But soon, emerging with a fresher ray,
I yield ! I wait resign'd th' appointed hour! He starts exultant, and renews the day.
Man, foolish man, no more thy soul deceive!
To die, is but the surest way to live:
When age we ask, we ask it in our wrong,
And pray our time of suffering may be long;

The nauseous draught, and dregs of life to drain,
And feel infirmity, and length of pain!


eyes with floods of tears o'erflow, What art thou, Life, that we should court thy My boso heaves with constant woe; stay?

Those eyes, which thy unkindness swells;
A breath, one single gasp must puff away! That bosom, where thy image dwells;
A short-liv'd flower, that with the day must fade! How could I hope so weak a fame
A flecting vapour, and an empty shade!

Could ever warn that matchless dame,
A stream, that silently but swiftly glide's

When none Elysiuin must be sold, To meet Eternity's immeasur'd tides!

Without a radiant bough of gold? A being, lost alike by pain or joy!

"Tis hers, in spheres to shine; A fly can kill it, or a worin destroy,

At distance to admire, is mine:

Doom'd, like th' enamour'd youth', to groan

I'd then inform you of your Celia's cares, For a new goddess form'd of stone.

And try the eloquence of female tears ; While thus I spoke, Love's gentle power Fearless I'd pass where Desolation reigns, Descended from th' ethereal bower;

Tread the wild waste, or burning Libyan plains : A quiver at his shoulder hung,

Or where the North his furious pinions tries, A shaft he grasp'd, and bow unstrung.

And howling hurricanes embroil the skies ! All natare own'd the genial god,

Should all the monsters in Getulia bred And the Spring Aourish'd where he trod :

Oppose the passage of a tender maid; My heart, no stranger to the guest,

Dauntless, if Damon calls, his Cælia speeds Flutter'd, and labour'd in my breast;

Through all the monsters that Getulia breeds! When, with a smile that kindles joy

Bold was Bonduca, and her arrows ilew Evin in the gods, began the boy :

Swift and unerring from the twanging yew: “ How vain these tears! is man decreed, By Love inspir'd, I'll teach the shaft to fly; By being abject, to succeed?

For thee I'd conquer, or at least would die ! Hop'st thou by meagre looks to move?

If o'er the dreary Caucasus you go, Are women frighten'd into love?

Or mountains crown'd with everlasting snow, He most prevails, who nobly dares;

Where through the freezing skies in storms it pours, In love a hero, as in wars:

And brightens the dull air with shining showers, Er’n Venus may be known to yield,

Ev'n there with you I could securely rest, But 'tis when Mars disputes the field :

And dare all cold, but in my Damon's breast; Sent from a dar ng hand my dart

Or should you dwell beneath the sultry ray, Strikes deep into the fair-one's heart:

Where rising Phæbus ushers in the day, To winds and waves thy cares bequeath,

There, there I dwell! Thou Sun, exert thy fires ! A sigh is but a waste of breath..

Love, mighty Love, a fiercer tamne inspires: What though gay youth, and every grace

Or if, a pilgrim, you would pay your vows That Beauty boasts, adorn her face;

Where Jordan's streains in soft meanders flows; Yet goddesses have deign'd to wed,

I'll be a pilgrim, and my vows I'll pay And take a mortal to their bed:

Where Jordan's streams in soft meanders play. And Heaven, when gifts of incense rise,

Joy of my soul ! my every wish in one! Accepts it, though it cloud their skies.

Why must I love, when loving I'm undone? * Mark! how this Marygold conceals

Sweet are the whispers of the waving irees, Her beauty, and her bosom veils;

And murmuring waters, curling to the brecze; How from the dull embrace she flies

Sweet are soft slumbers in the shady bowers Of Phæbus, when his beams arise:

When glowing suns infest the sultry hours : But when his glory he displays,

But not the whispers of the waving trees, And darts around his fiercer rays,

Nor murmuring waters, curling to the breeze, Her charms she opens, and receives

Not sweet soft slumbers in the shady bowers, The vigorous god into her leaves."

When thou art absent whom my soul adores !

Come, let us seek, some flowery, fragrant bed!

Come, on thy bosom rest my love-sick head !
Come, drive thy flocks beneath the shady hills,

Or softly slumber by the murmuring rills!
I who was once the glory of the plain,

Ah no! he fies! that dear enchanting he! The fairest virgin of the virgin train,

Whose beauty steals my very self from me! And now (by thee, O! faithless man, betray'd!)

Yet wert thou wont the garland to prepare, A fall'n, a lost, a miserable maid.

To crown with fragrant wreaths thy Calia's hair : Ye Winds, that witness to my deep despair,

When to the lyre she tun'd the vocal lays, Receive my sighs, and waft them through the air,

Thy tongue would flatter and thine eyes speak praise: And gently breathe them to my Damon's ear!

And when smooth-gliding in the dance she mov'd, Curst, ever curst be that unlucky day,

Ask thy false bosom if it never lov'd ? When, trembling, sighing, at my feet he lay,

And still her eye some little lustre bears, (tears ! I trembled, sigh’d, and look'd my heart away!

If swains speak truth!-- though dim'd for thee with Why was he form’d, ye powers, his sex's pride,

But fade each grace! since he no longer sees *Too fatse to love, too fair to be deny'd ?

Those charms, for whom alone I wish to please! Ye heedless virgins, gaze not on his eyes;

But whence these sudden, sad presaging fears, Lovely they are, but she that gazes dies !

These rising sighs, and whence these flowing tears? Oh! Ay his voice, be deaf to all he says ;

Ah ! lest the tempets terrible alarins Charms has his voice, but charming it betrays!

Have drawn the lover from his Calia's charms, At every word, each motion of his eye,

To try the doubtful field, and shine in azure aris! A thousand Loves are born, a thousand lovers die. Ah! canst thou bear the labours of the war, Say, gentle youths, ye blest Arcadian swains,

Bend the tough bow, or dart the pointed spear? Inhabitants of these delightful plains,

Desist, fond youth ! let others glory gain, Say, by what fountain, in what rosy bower,

Seek empty honour o'er the surgy main, Reclines my charmer in the noon-tide hour!

Orsheath'd in horrid arms rush dreadful to the plain! To you, dear fugitive, where'er you stray,

Thee, shepherd, thee the pleasurable woods, Wild with despair, impatient of delay,

The painted meadows, and the crystal foods, Swift on the wings of eager Love I fly,

Claim an invite to bless their sweet abodes. Or send my soul still swifter in a sigh!

There shady bowers and syivan scenes arise,

There fountains murmur, and the spring upplies ? Polydorus who pined to death forthe love of a beautiful statue.

Flowers to delight the smell, or charm the eyes a


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