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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.
Bright choirs of angels, on the wing
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,
Where artful Purcell went before.
Your Damon never will return,
No, never, never more!
ANACREON, ODE III.
But heaven its hero can no longer spare,
Yet suffer'd his foresceing care,
Which other hands shall throw;
To triumph o'er the extinguish'd loe;
Warr'd on the giants impious race,
Look down, and bless this happy ifle; And peace, restor'd, shall wear her olive crown
ODE ON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND.
At dead of night, when mortals lose
poor unhappy child an 1,
Mov'd with this litele tale of fate,
Farewell, my loving hot, says he ;
APOLLO, god of sounds and verse,
Whilst we thy Damon's praile rchearse :
Apollo, god of pounds and verse,
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;
Fate had been charn’d, had fate an ear.
Trees bow'd attentive to his tale ; [roar;
But dear Eurydice came back no more. 7 " Vicem gerit illa Tonantis ;" the motto on her Majesty's Coronation Medals,
Che crimier'd verture scatter'd o'er che field,
She worthy to have liv'd long years of joy,
To places full of death thy innocence betray'd,
Ye lions all, that roam this rocky waste !
Tear niy devoted entrails, gnaw, divide,
And bore it to the tree; ardent he kiss'd,
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,
And doubting food if that could be the right,
It was her lover weltering on the ground,
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)
Has fracch'd chee from my armis ?--
But when she knew the bloody veil, and ipy'd
Ah! wretched youth, laid the, by love betray'd
Wčak as I am, I boast as Itrong a love;
For such a deed, this hand as bold thail prove,
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;
Of piercing shafts be spent on me no more.
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
Co21E, my muse, a Venus draw;
Queen of fancy! hither bring
First her graceful stature show,
Next, in comely order trace
Foolish muse! what hast thou done?
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
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.
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.
ON THE FRIENDSHIP OF
The lovely warriors that in bright array
Thy power support, and propagate thy sway.
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,
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,
Screra, by good-humour doubly fair,
The bloom of ripening fruits, the innocence of
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.
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