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When pregnant time brought forth this new

Then cease, ye sons of harmony, to mourn; At first we saw thee gently smile

Since Damon never can return.
On the young birth, and thy sweet voice a while See, see! he mounts, and cleaves the liquid way,
Sung a fost charm to marcial rage;

Bright choirs of angels, on the wing
But foon the lion wak'd again,

For the new guest's arrival stay, And stretch'd his opening claws, and shook his And hymns of triumph sing. grisly mane.

They bear him to the happy fears above,
Soon was the year of triumphs past; Scats of ecernal harmony and love;
And Janus, ushering in apew,

Where artful Purcell went before.
With backward look did pompous scenes review; Cease then, ye fons of music, cease to mourn :
But his fore-face with frowns was overcast;

Your Damon never will return,
He saw the gathering stornis of war,

No, never, never more!
And bid his priests aluud, his iron gates unbar.

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But heaven its hero can no longer spare,
To mix in our tumultuons broils below;

Yet suffer'd his foresceing care,
Those bolts of vengeance to prepare,

Which other hands shall throw;
That glory to a mighty queen remains,

To triumph o'er the extinguish'd loe;
She shall supply the thundercr's place;
As Pallas, from th' ethereal plains,

Warr'd on the giants impious race,
And laid their huge demolish'd works in fmoky

ruins low.
Then Anne's shall rival grcat Eliza's reign;
And William's genius, with a grateful smile,

Look down, and bless this happy ifle; And peace, restor'd, shall wear her olive crown




At dead of night, when mortals lose
Their various cares in soft repose,
Theard a knocking at my door:
Who's that, said i, at ihis late hour
Diftnobs my reft ? --It fubb’d and cry'd,
And thus in mournful tone reply'd.

poor unhappy child an 1,
" That's come to beg your charity;
“ Pray let me in !--You need not fear;
" I mean no harm, I vow and swear;
" But, wet and cold, crave shelter here;
“ Betray'd by night, and led astray,
« I've loft-alas! I've lost my way.

Mov'd with this litele tale of fate,
I took a lamp, and op'd the gate!
When see! a naked boy before
The threshold ; at his back he wore
A pair of wings, and by his side
A crooked bow and quiver ty'd.
“ My pretty angel! come, said I,
• Come to the fire, and do not cry!"
I ftrok'd his neck and shoulders bare,
And squeez'd the water from his hair ;
Then chaf'd his little hands in mine,
And cheer'd him with a draught of wine.
Recover'd thus says he, “I'd know,
" Whether she rain has spoil'd ny bow;
" Let's try”-then shot me with a dart.
The venon throbb’d, did ache and smart,
As if a bee had ftung my heart.
“ Are these your thanks, ungrateful child,
" Are these your thanks?”. th' impostor smil'd;

Farewell, my loving hot, says he ;
" All's well; my bow's unhurt, I fee;
" But what a wretch I've made of thee!


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APOLLO, god of sounds and verse,
Pathetic airs and moving thoughts inspire !

Whilst we thy Damon's praile rchearse :
Damon himself could animate the lyre.

Apollo, god of pounds and verse,
Pathetic airs and moving thoughts inspire!
Look down! and warm the long with thy celeltial



Ah, lovely youth! when thou wert here, Thyself a young Apollo did appear;

Young as that god, so ficet a grace,

Such blooming fragrance in thy face;
So soft thy air, thy vilage so ferene,
That harmony ev'n in thy look was seen.

But when thou didst th' obedient strings

And join in confort thy niclodious hand,
Ev'n fate itself, such wondrous strains to hear,

Fate had been charn’d, had fate an ear.
But what docs music's fkill avail?
When Orpheus did his loss deplore,

Trees bow'd attentive to his tale ; [roar;
Hofh'd were the winds, wild bcalls forgot to

But dear Eurydice came back no more. 7 " Vicem gerit illa Tonantis ;" the motto on her Majesty's Coronation Medals,

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but vows,

His perfed furm all other youths surpası'd; Her veil dropp'd off vehind. Deep of the flood
Charms such as her's no eattern beauty grac'd. The monster drank, and, satiate, to the wood
Near ncighbourhood the first acquaintance drew, Recurning, found the garment as ic lay,
An early promise of the love t'ensue. [kind, And, torn with bloudy feet, difpers'd it in her
Time nurs'd the growing flame; had fate been

The nuptial rices their faithful hands had join'd; Belated Pyramus arriv'd, and found
But, with vain threats, fürbidding parents ftrove The mark of favage feet zli:ng the fandy ground:
To check the joy; they could not check the love. All pale he turn'd; but soon as he beheld
Each captive heart consumes is like desire;

Che crimier'd verture scatter'd o'er che field,
The more conceal'd, the fiercer rag'd the fire. One night, he cry'd, two lovers shall destroy!
Soft looks, the filent eloquence of eyes,

She worthy to have liv'd long years of joy,
And secret signs, secure from household spies, But mine's the forfeit life; uphappy maid !
Exchange their thoughts; the common wall, berwas I that slew thee, I th' appointment made;

To places full of death thy innocence betray'd,
Each parted house, retain'd a chink, unseen And came not first myself - hither hatte,
For ages past. The lovers soon espy'd

Ye lions all, that roam this rocky waste !
This fniall defect, for love is eagle-ey'd,

Tear niy devoted entrails, gnaw, divide,
And in soft whispers soon the passage try'd. And gorge your famine in my open'd lide!
Safe went the murmur'd rounds, and every day Bue cowards call for death!—Thus having spoke,
A thousand amorous blandishments convey; The fatal garnient from the ground he took,
And oftin, as they stood on either side,

And bore it to the tree; ardent he kiss'd,
To catch by turns the flitsing voice, they cry'd, And bath'd in flowing tears the well-known veft ;
Why, envious wall, ah! why dost thou destroy Now take a second stain, the lover said,
The lovers hopes, and why forbid the joy? While from his fide he snatch'd his sharpen'd blade,
How mould we bless thee, would't thou yield to And drove it in his groin; then from the wound

Withdrew the steel, and taggering fell to ground: And, opening, let us rush into each other's arms? As when, a conduit broke, the freams shoot high, At least, if that's too much, afford a space

Starting in fudden fountains through the sky, To meeting lips, nor shall we fight the grace;

So spouts the living strean, and sprinkled o'er We owe to the chis freedoni to complain,

The tree's fair berries with a crimifon

fore, Aod breathe our rews,

alas ! in vain, While, fapp'd in purple floods, the conscious root Thus having faid, when evening callid to reft, Transmits the stain of murder to the fruit. 7 he faithful pair on either side imprent

The fair, who fear'd to disappoint her love,
An interceptori kiss, then bade good-night; Yet trembling with thc fright, forsuck the grove,
But when th' ensuing dawn had put to flight And sought the youth, inpatient to rclate
The stars, and Phæbus, rising from his bed, Her new adventure, and th' avoided fate.
Drank up the dews, and dry'd the flowery mead, She saw the vary'd tree had luft its white,
Again they meet, in fighs again disclore

And doubting food if that could be the right,
Their grief, and last this bold design proposa; Nor doubted long; for now her eyes bcheld
That, in the dead of night, both would deceive A dying person 1purn the sanguine field.
Thcir keepers, and the house and city leave; Aghart the fiarted back, and fhook with pain,
And leít, escap'd, without the walls they stray As using breezes curl the trembling main.
In pathless fields, and wander from the way, She gaz'd awhile entranc'ı; but when the found
At Ninus' tomb their meeting they agree,

It was her lover weltering on the ground,
Beneath the shady covert of the tree;

She heat her lovely brcast, and core her hair, The tree well known near a cool fountain grew, Claip'd the dear corple, and, frantic in despair, And bore fair mulberries of snowy hue.

Kits'd his cold face, lupply'd a briny flood The project pleas'ı ; the sun's unwelcome light To the wide wound, and mingled tears with blood. (That slowly seem'd to move, and lack his Say, Pyramus, oh say, what chance fevere flight)

[fable right;

Has fracch'd chee from my armis ?--
Sunk in the feas; from the fame suas arose the 'Tis thy own Thisbe calls, look up and hear!
When, stealing through the dark, the crafty fair At Thife's name he litis his dying eyes,
Unlock'd the door, and gain'd the open air; And, having secn her, clos'd them up, and dies.
Love gave her courage; unperceiv'd she went,

But when she knew the bloody veil, and ipy'd
Wrapp'd in a veil, and reach'd the monunient. The ivory scabbard enipey by his side,
Theu fa: bencath th' appointed tree al ne ;

Ah! wretched youth, laid the, by love betray'd
But, by the glimmering of the shining moon, Thy hapless hand guided the fatal blade.
She fac not long, before from far the spy'd

Wčak as I am, I boast as Itrong a love;
A lioness approach the fountain-fide;

For such a deed, this hand as bold thail prove,
fierce was her glare, her soamy paws in bloed I'll fillow thoe to death; the world shall call
Of Naughter': bulis besmear'd, and soul with food; Thisbe the cause, and partner of thy fall;
For recking from the prey, the favage catre, And ev'n in death, which could alone disjoin
To drown her thirst within the neighbouring Our persons, yet in death thou Malt be nine.
Affrighted Thishe, rrembling at the fight, [Arcam. But hear, in both cur dames, this dying prayera
Pled ou a darksome den, but in her fight le asetched parents of a wretched pair!

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Let in one urn our ashes be confin'd,

Thus passing by, thy arm fall hurl around Whom mutual love and the same fate have join'd. Ten thousand fircs, ten thousand hearts shali And thou, fair tree, beneath whose friendly shade,

wound. One lifeless lover is already laid,

This is thy practice, love, and this thy gain; And soon shall cover two; for ever wear

From this thou canst not, if thou would'st, refrain; Death's fable hue, and purple berries bear!

Since ev'n thy presence, with prolific heat, She said, and plunges in her breast the sword, Does reach the heart, and active flames create. Yet warm, and reeking from its flaughter'd lord. From conquer'd India, so the * jovial god, Relenting heaven allows her last request,

Drawn o'er the plains by harness'd tigers, rode. And pity touch'd their mournful parents breast. Then fince, great love, I take a willing place The fruit, when ripe, a purple dye retains i

Amidst thy spoils, the sacred show to grace;
And in onc urn are plac'd their dear remains. O cease to wound, and let thy fatal store

Of piercing shafts be spent on me no more.
No more, too powerful in my charmer's eyes,

Tormene a slave, that for her beauty dies;

Or look in smiles from thence, and I shall be

A flave no longer, but a god, like thee. IN IMITATION 5E OVID, AMORUM, LIB. I. ELEG. 2.


Tell me, fome god, whence does this change

Why gentle sleep forsakes my weary eyes?
Why, turning often, all the tedious night
In pain I lie, and watch the springing light ?-
What cruel dæmon haunts my tortur'd mind?
Sure, if ’ewere love, I should th' invader find;
Unless disguis'd he lurks, the crafty boy,
With silent arts ingenious to destroy.
Alas! 'tis soom'tis fix'd the secret dart;
I feel the tyrant ravaging my heart. .
Then, shall I yield; or th’infant flame oppose ?
I yield !-Resistance would increase my woes:
For struggling slaves a sharper doom sustain,
Than such as stoop obedient to the chain.
I own thy power, almighty love! I'm thine;
With pinion'd hands behold me here resign!
Let this submission then my life obtain ;
Small praise 'will be, if thus unarm'd I'm flain.
Go, join thy mother's doves; with myrtle braid

thy hair;
The god of war himself a chariot shall prepare;
Then thou triumphant through the shouting

Sbalt ride, and move with art the willing birds
While captive youths and maids, in folemn state,
Adorn the scene, and on thy triumph wait.
There I, a later conquest of thy bow,
In chains will follow too; and as I go,
To pitying eyes the new-made wound will show,
Next, all that dare love's sovereign power defy,
In fetters bound, inglorious shall pass by;
All shall submit to thec-Th' appiauding crowd
Shall list their hands, and sing thy praise aloud.
Soft looks shall in thy equipage appear,
With amorous play, mistake, and jealous scar.
Be this thy guard, great love! be this thy train;
Since these extend o'er men and gods thy reign;
But robb’d of these, thy power is weak and vain.
From heaven thy mother shall thy pomp survey,
And, smiling, scatter fragrant showers of roses in

thy way;
Whilst thou, array'd in thy unrival'd pride,
On golden wheels, all gold thyself, shalt ride :
Thy spreading wings shall richest diamonda

And gems shall Sparkle in thy lovely hair,

Co21E, my muse, a Venus draw;
Not the same the Grecians saw,
By the fam'd Apcllcs wrought,
Beauteous offspring of his thought.
No fantastic goddess mine,
Fiction far the does outshinc.

Queen of fancy! hither bring
On ihy gaudy-feather'd wing
All the beauties of the spring.
Like the bee's industrious pains
To colle& his gollen gains,
So from every flower and plant
Gather first th’immortal paint.
Fetch me lilies, fetch me roses,
Daisies, violets, cowslip-Fosies,
Amaranthus, parrot pride,
Woodhines, pinks, and what beside
Does th' cmbroider'd meads adorn;
Where the fawns and fatyrs play
In the merry month of May.
Steal the blush of opening morn;
Borrow Cynthia's silver white,
When the fincs at noon of night,
Free from clouds to veil her light.
Judo's bird his rail shall spread,
Iris' bow its colnur shed,
All to deck this charming piece,
Far furpassing ancient Greece.

First her graceful stature show,
Not too tall, nor yet too low.
Fat se must not be, nor lean;
Let'her shape be straight and clean ;
Small her waist, and, thence increas'd,
Gently swells her rising breast.

Next, in comely order trace
All the glories of her face.
Paint her neck of ivory,
Smiling checks and forehead high,
Ruby lips, and sparkling eyes,
Whence refiftlels lightning flies.

Foolish muse! what hast thou done?
Scarce th' outlincs arc yet begun,

+ Bacchus.

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PO E M S. Ere thy pencil's thrown afide!

(As beauty's anddels once a wound sustain'd, 'Tis no matter, love reply'd ;

Not from her son, but from at mortal's hand) (Love's unlucky god stood by)

Alteria too forgets her sprightly charms, At one struke behold how I

And drooping lies within her Phæbe's arms. Will th' unfinish'd draught fupply.

Thus in romantic histories we read Smiling then he took his dart,

of tournaments by some great prince decreed, And drew her picture in my


Where two companion knights cheir lances wield
With matchless force, and win, from all, the field;
Till one, o'erheated in the course, retires,

And feels within his veins a fever's fires;

His grieving friend his laurels throw's away,

mourns the dear-bought triumphs of the day. LET Phoebus his late happiness rehearse,

So strict's the union of this tender pair, And grace Barn. Elms with never-dying verse ! What heaven decrees for one, they both must share. Smooth was the Thames, his waters sleeping lay, Like nieeting rivers, in one stream they flow, Unwak'd by winds that o'er the surface play; And no divided joys or surrows know. When th' early god, arising from the east,

Not the bright || twins, preferr'd in heaven to Disclos'd the golden dawn, with blushes drest. .

shine, First in the stream his own bright form he secs, Fair Leda's fons, in such a Icague could join. But brighter forms shine through the neighbour- One foul, as fables tell, by turns supply'd ing trees.

That heavenly pair, by turns they liv'd and dy'd : He speeds the rising day, and sheds his light But these have Tworn a matchless synı pathy, Redoubled on the grove, to gain a nearer fight. They'll live together, or together die. Not with more fpeed his Daphne he pursu'd,

When Heaven did at Asteria's birth bestow Nor fair Leucothoe with such pleasure view'd ; Those lavish chains, with which she wounds us so, Five dazzling nymphs in graceful pomp appear: To form her glorious mind, it did inspire He thinks his Daphne and Leucothoe here,

A double portion of th' æthereal fire, Join'd with that heavenly three, who on mount Ide That half might afterward be thence convey'd, Descending once the prize of beaty try'd.

To animate that other lovely maid. Ye verdant elms, that to'vering grace this grove, Thus native instinct does their hearts combine, Be sacred still wo beauty and to love!

It knots too close for furtune to untwine. No thunder break, nor lightning glare between

So India boasts a tree, that spreads around Your twisted boughs, but such as then was seen.

Its amorous boughs, which bending reach the The grateful fun will cvery morning rise

ground, Propitious here, faluting from the skies

Where taking ront again, the branches raise Your lofty tops, indulg'd with swecrest air,

A second tree to meet its fond embrace ; And every spring your loffes he'll repair;

Then side by side the friendly neighbours thrive, Nor his own laurels more shall be his care.

Fed by one fap, and in each other live.

of Phoebe's health we need not send to know How nature strives with her invading foe, What symptoms good or ill each day arise;

We read those changes in Alteria's eyes.
PHCBE AND ASTERIA; Thus in some crystal fountain you may spy

The face of heaven, and the reflected sky,

See what black clouds arisc, when tempests lower THE SICKNESS OF THE FORMER.

And gathering mifts portend a falling shower,

And when the sun breaks out, with conquering An altar raise to friendship's holy flame,

ray Inscrib'd with Phæbe's and Arteria's name!

To chase the darkness, and restore the day. Around it mingled in a folemn band,

Such be thy fate, bright maid! from this decline Let Phæbc's lovers, and Afteria's stand,

Arise renew'd thy charms, and doubly shine! With fervent vows t'attend the sacrifice;

And as that dawning planet was addrest While rich perfumes from melted gums arise,

With offer'd incense by th' adoring east, To bribe for Phæbe's health the partial skies.

So we'll with songs thy glad recovery greet, Forbid it, love, that sickly blasts consume

The muse hall lay her presents at thy feet; The flower of beauty in its tender bloom !

With open arms, Asteria shall receive Shall she so soon to her own heaven retire,

The deareft pledge propitious Heaven can give. Who gave fo oft, yet never felt thy fire ?

Fann'd by those winds, your friendship’s generous Who late at fplendid feasts fo graceful shone,

fire By pleasing smiles and numerous conquests known;

Shall burn more bright, and to such heights aspire, Where, 'midst the brightest nymphs, thc bore the The wondering world fhall think you from above prize

Come down to teach how happy angels love. From all from all but her Asteria's eyes. Behold the maid, who then secure repellid

+ Diomedes. The shafts of love, by fainting fickness quell'd! i Caltor and Pollux.




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The lovely warriors that in bright array

Thy power support, and propagate thy sway.
Then say, what beauteous general wilt thou choose,

To lead the fair brigade against thy rebel soes ? Fave of Dorinda's conquest brought

Behold the god advance in comely pride, The god of her charms to view;

Arm'd with his bow, his quiver by his fide; To wound th' unwary maid he thought,

Inferior Cupids on their master wait; [ftate. But soon became her conquest too.

He finiles well pleas'd, and waves his wings in

His little hands imperial trophies bear, He dropt, half drawn, his feeble bow,

And laurel wreaths to grace th' elected fair. He look'd, he rav'd, and fighing pin'd;

Hyde-park the scene for the review he nam'd, And with's in vain he had been now,

Hyde-park for pleasure and for beauty fam'd, As painters failely draw him, blind.

Where, oft from western kies the god of light

Sees new-arising suns, than his more brighe; Disarm'd, he to his mother flies;

Then sets in blushes, and conveys his fire Help, Venus, help, thy wretched fon!

To distant lauds, that more his beams require. Who now will pay us sacrifice!

And now the charming candidates appear For love himself's, alas! undone.

Behold Britannia's vidor graces there,

Who vindicate their country's ancient claim To Cupid now no lover's prayer

To Love's pre-eminence, and beauty's fame. Shall be address’d in suppliant sighs;

Some, who, at Anna's court, in honour rais'd, My darts are gone, but oh beware,

Adorn birth - nights, by crowding nations prais'd; Ford mortals, of Dorinda's eyes.

Preserv'd in Kneller's pidures ever young,
In strains immortal by the muses sung.

Around the ring th' illustrious rivals move,

And teach to love himself the power of love.

Scarce, though a god, he can with safety gaze Around your couch whilst fighing lovers view Oo glory so profuse, such mingled rays; Wir, beauty, goodness, suffering all in you; For love liad eyes on this important day, So niournful is the scene, 'tis hard to tell

And Venus from his forehead took the blinding Which face betrays the fick, or who is well. They feel not their own pains, while your's they Here Mira pass'd, and fix'd his wandering viw, share,

Her perfect shape distinguished praises drew; Worse tortur'd now, than lately by despair. Tall, beauteous, and majeslic to che sight, Tor bleeding veins a like relief is found,

She led the train, and sparkled in the light. (eyes,
When iron red hot by burning stops the wound. There Steila clainis the wreath, and pleads her
Grant, Heaven, they cry, this moment our desire, By which each day fome new adorer dies,
To see her well, though we the best expire.

Screra, by good-humour doubly fair,
With native sweetness charms, and smiling air.
While Flora's youthful years and looks display

The bloom of ripening fruits, the innocence of

The opening sweets that months of pleasure bring,

The dawn of love, and life's indulgent spring. Ye Swains, whom radiant beauty moves,

'Iwere endless to describe the various daros, O music's art with sounds divinc,

With which the fair are arm'd to conquer hearts. Think how thc rapturous charm improves,

Whatever can the ravish'd soul inspire Where two such gifts celestial join;

With tender thoaghts, and animate delire,

All arts and virtues mingled in the train; Where Cupid's bow, and Phæbus' lyre,

And long the lovely rivals Nrove in vain, In the same powerful hand are found;

While Cupid unresolu'd fill search'd around the Where lovely eyes inflame desire,

plain. While trembling notes are taught to wound. O! could I find, said love, the phenix she,

In whom at once the several charms agree; Inquire not who's the matchless fair,

That phenix the the laurel crown should have, That can this double death beftow;

And love himseif with pride become her slave. If young Harmonia's strains you hear,

He scarce had spoke, when see-Harmonia Or view her eyes, too well you'll know.

Chance brought her there, and not defire of fame;
Unknowing of the choice, cill she beheld

The god approach to crown her in the field.

Th’ unwilling niaid, with wondrous medesty,

Disclaim'd her right, and put the laurel by : COPID, survey thy ibining train around

Warm blushes on her tender cheeks arise, Of farourite nymphs, for conquest most renown'd; And double softgels beautify'd her eyes





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