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Mere dreams of feign'd fantastic
So the dearest joys of loving, But the disease of idle hours;
Which scarce heaven can go beyond,
We'll be every day iinproving.
You more fair, and I more fond.
I more fair, and you more fond,
ON ONE WHO DIED DISCOVERING HER But I, a wretched human creature,
SOME vex their souls with jealous pain,
While others sigh for cold disdain; Am almost dying with desire,
Love's various flaves we daily see! With eager wishes, ardent thoughts,
Yet happy all, compar'd with me. Prone to commit love's wildest faults !
Of all mankind, I lov'd the best And (as we are on Sundays told
A nymph fo far above the rest, The lusty patriarch did of old)
That we outshin'd the blest above, Would force a blessing from those charms,
In beauty flie, and I in love.
And therefore they who could not bear
And left me wretched here below.
All other fate I could have borde,
And ev'n endur'd her
But oh! thus all at once to find
What heart can hold ! if yet I live,
'Tis but to show how much I grieve. BRIGHT and blooming as the spring,
Universal love inspiring;
ON LUCINDA'S DEATH.
COME all ye doleful, dismal cafes,
And all those stings the jealous find :
No language, nothing can express,
That praises would but niake her less.
And fair as womankind can be ;
Yot cold to all the world but me.
idle boys admire us blindly,
Are inconstant, wild, and bold; And your using me so kindly
Is a proof you are not old.
With thy pleasing voice and fashion,
With thy humour and thy youth, Cheer my soul, and crown my passion :
Oh! reward my love and truth, ,
TO A LADY
RETIRING INTO A MONASTERY
With thy careful arts to cover
That which fools will count a fault,
Each af art first, and then both together.
Folded in each other's arms, Love and Nature's chicfelt bleling
In the still increaling charns.
Weat breast but your's can hold the double fire
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335 Leis seems the faith that mountains can remove, There I and sorrow for a while could part, Than this which triumphs over youth and love. Sleep closid my eyes, and easd a fighing heart.
But shall fome threatening priest divide as two? But here too soon a wretched lover found That worse than that could all his curses do? In deepest griefs that leep can ne'er be found; Thus with a fright some have relign'd their breath, with strange furprise my troubled fancy brings And poorly dy'd, only for fear of death.
Odd ancick hapes of wild unbeard-of things; Heaven fées our paflions with indulgente still, Dismai and terrible they all appiat, And they who lov'd well, can do nothing ill. My soul was ih ok with an unusual fear, While to us nothing but ourselves is dear,
But as when visions glad the eyes of saints, Should the world frown, yet whac have we to fear? and kind relief attends derout complaints, Fame, wealth, and power, those high-priz'd gifts of Some beauccous aogel in bright charms will Line, fate,
And spread a glory scurd, that's all divise; The low concerns of a less happy state,
Just such a bright and beauteous form appears, Are far bencath us : fortune's self may take The monsters vanish, and with them my fears. Her aim at us, yet no impression make;
The fairelt share was then before me brought, Let worldings ask her help, or fear her harms; That eyes e'er faw, or fancy ever thought; We can lie safe, lock'd in each other's arnis, How weak are words to the w such excellence, Like the bleit saints, eternal raptures know, Which er'a confounds the foul, as well as fenfe! And light those storms that vainly rest below: And, while our eyes transporting pleasure and,
Yet this, all this you are resolv'd to quit; It stops not here, but ftrikes the fory mind. I see my ruin, and I must submit;
Some angel speaks her praise; no hunza congues But think, O think, before you prove unkind, But with its utmost are mult do he: wrong. How loft a wretch you leave forlorn behind. The caly wonan that has power to kill,
Malignant envy, mir'd with hate ard fear, And yet is good enough to want the will; Revenge for wrongs too burdensome to bear, Who needs no fofi al uring words repeat Ev'n zeal itself, from whence all mischiefs 1pring, Nor study'd looks of languihing deceit. Have never done so barbarous a thing.
Fantastic beauty, always in the wrong, With such a fate the heavens decreed to per Still thinks some pride mult to its p. wer belong; Armida once, thoogh of the fairer sex;
An air affueted, and an haughty orien, Rinaldo she had charin'd with so much art,
Something that seems to say, I would be fcen. Hers was his power, his person, and his heart : But of all womankind this only flie, Honour's high thoughts no more his mind could Full of its charms, and from its frailty free,
Deförres some nobler. mufe her fame to raise, She footh'd his rage, and curn'd it all to love : By making the whole fes belide her pyramid of When straight a gust of fierce devotion blows, She, ihe appear'd the source of all my joys, (praise And in a moment all her joys o'erthrows :
The deareft care that all my thought eniploys : The poor Armida tears her golden hair,
Gently he look'd, as when I left her lat, Matchless til now, for love or for despair.
When first the lèiz'd my heart, and held it fart : Who is not mov'd while the fad nymph rom When, if ny rows, alas! pre made too late, plains ?
I saw my doom cable pot from her, bui fate. Yet you now act what Tasso only feigos:
With pity then the eas'd my raging paio, And after all our vows, our aghs, our tears, And her kind eyes could scarce from tears refrain: My banith'd sorrows, and your conquer'd fears; Why, gentle swain, said the, why do fe grieve So many doubts, so many dangers, paft,
In words I thould not hear, much less believe? Visions of zeal must vanquish me at last.
I gaze on that which is a fault to mind, Thus, in great Homer's war, throughout the And ought to fly the danger which I find; field
Of faile mankind though you may be the best, Some hero still made all things mortal yield; Ye all have robb'd poor women of their relt. But when a god once took the vanquish'd fide, I see your pain, and see it too with grief, The wesk prevail'd, and the vitorious dy'd. Because I would, yet iuit not, give relicf.
Thus, for a turband's fake, as well as yours,
My scrupulous foul divided pain endures;
Guilty, alas? to both: for inos I do
Tou niuch for him, yet not enough for you. Written during a Sea Voyage, when fent to som nund Give over then, give over, hapless Twain, tbe Forces for tbe Relief of Tangier.
A paffion moving, but a paffion vain :
Not chance nor time shall ever change my thought WITHIN the filent Shades of soft repose,
'Tis better much to die, than do a faalt. Where fancy's boundless fream for ever flows; Oh, worse than ever! Is it then my doom Where the infracchis'd soul ac case cap play, Just to see heaven, where I must never come? Tir'd with the toillonie bufiness of the day; Your soft compaffion, if not something more; Where princes gladly reft their weary heads, Yet I remain as wretched as before, And change uncały thrones for dowry beds; The wind indeed is fair, but ah! no fight of hore. M'here seeming joys delude despairng minds; Farewell, too scrupulous fair one; oh, farewell; And where ev'o jealousy fame quitt tiods; What cormeots I endure, 30 tongue cau cell:
Thank heaven, my fate transports me now where I, Yet decency requires the wonted caros
She all the while may be another's wife : (bed,
I Aung nie at his feet, his robes would kiss, For though I blush at this last guilty breath, And cry'l--Ev'n our base world is just in this; I can endure that better than your death.
Amiast our censures, love we gently blame, Tormenting kindness: barbarous reprieve ! And love sometimes preserves a female fame. Condemo'd to die, and yet compellid to live! What'cie less strong can woman's will restrain ?
This tender suene my dream repeated o'er, When honour checks, and conscienee pleads in Just as it pafs'd in real truth before.
vain; Methought I then fell grovelling to the ground, When parents' threats, and friends' persuasions fail, Till, on a sudden rais'd, I wondering found When interest and anibition scarce prevail, A strange appearance all in taintless white; To bound that sex when nothing else can move, His form gave reverence, and his face delight, They'll live reserv'd, to please the man they love! Goodness and greatness in his eyes were seen,
The spirit then reply'd to all I said, Gencle his look, and affable his mien.
She may be kind, but not till thou art dead; A kind y notice of me thus he took
Bervail thy memory, beniçan thy fate : " What mean these flowing eyes, this ghastly Then she will love, when 'tis, alas! too late : look:
Of all thy pains she will hu pity have,
Amaz'd, I wak'd in haste,
All trembling at my doom; Behold a wretch whom cruel fate has found,
Dreams oft' repeat adventures past,
And tell our ills to come.
HELEN TO PARIS.
All this I knew, (the form divine reply'd) And did but alk to have thy temper try'd,
When loose epifles violate chaste eyes, Which prove sincere. Of both I know the mind; She half confents, who silently denies; She is too scrupulons, and thou too kind :
How dares a liranger, with designs so vain, But since thy fatal love's fir ever fix’d,
Marriage and hospitable rights profane? Whatever time or absence come betwixt ;
Was it for this your fate did shelter find Since thy fond heart ev'n her disdain prefers From swelling seas and every faithless wind? To others' love, I'll fomething soften hers: (For though a distant country brought you forih, Else in the search of virtue she may stray:
Your use here was equal to your worth.) Well-meaning mortals should not lose their way. Does this deserve to be rewarded so? She now indeed fins on the faler fide,
Did you come here a stranger, or a foe! For hearts too loose are never to be tgid;
Your partial judgnient may perhaps complain, Bui no extrenies are either good or wise,
And think me barbarous for my just disdain; And in the millt alone true virtue lies.
Ill-bred then let me be, but not unchaste, When marriage-vows unite an equal pair,
Nor my clear fame with any spot defac'd.
Nor has my love made any coxcomb vain.
What hope had you to gain a queen like me? While he can never fail to find her there,
Because a hero forc'd me once away, And therefore less excus'd to range elsewhere. Am I thought fit to be a second prey ? Yet this fhe ought to suffer, and fubmit :
Had I heen won, I had deserv'd your blame, But when no longer for each other fit,
But sure my part was nothing but the shame; If usage base shall just refenthient move,
Yet the base theft to him no fruit did bear,
Rude force might some unwilling kisses gain, 'Tis mean, not just, to wear a rival's chains. But that was all he ever could obtain,
357 You on such terms would ne'er have let me go; For oh! your face has such peculiar charms, Were he like you, we had noc parted fo.
That who can hold from flying in your arors! Untouch'd the youth restor'd me to my friends, But what I ne'er can have without cffence, And modest usage made me some amends.
May fonie blest maid possess with innocence. Tis virtue to repent a vicious deed :
Pleasure niay tempt, but virtue more ihould move; Did he repent, that Paris might succeed?
Oh! learn of me to want the thing you love. Sure 'ris fome fate that sets me above wrongs. What you desire is sought by all mankind; Yet still exposes me to busy tongues.
As you have eyes, so others are not blind : I'll not complain, for who's displeas'd with love, Like you they fec, like you my charms adore; If it sincere, discreet, and constant prove? They wish not less, but you dare venture more. But that I fear not that I think you base, Oh! had you then upon our coats been brought, Or doubt the blooming beauties of my face; My virgin love when thousand rivals fought, But all your fex is subjed to deceive,
You had I feen, you should have had my voice, And ours, alas ! too willing to believe.
Nor could my husband justly blame my choicę. Yet others yield, and love o'ercomes the best For both our hopes, alas ! you came too late, But why should I not shine above the rest ? Another now is master of my fate; Fair Leda's story seems at first to be
More to my wish I could have liv'd with you, A fit example ready found for me :
And yet my present lot can undergo. But she was couzen'd by a borrow'd shape, Cease to folicit a weak woman's will, And under harmless feathers felt a rape :
And urge not her you love to so niuch ill; If I'fhould yield, what reason could i use?
But let me live contented as I may By what mistake the loving crime excuse?
And make not my unipotced fame your prey: Her fault was in her powerful lover luft;
Some right your claini, since naked to your eyes But of what Jupiter have I to boast?
Three goddeffes disputed beauty's prize: Though you to heroes and to kings succeed, One offer'd valour, i'o her crowns; but she Our fainous race does no addition need;
Obtain'd her cause, who smiling promis'd me. And great alliances byt useless prove
But, fisit, I ain not of belief ro light, fight : To one that springs herself from mighty Jove. To think such nymphs would thew you such a Go then, and boast in some less haughty place Yet, granting this, the other part is seign'd, Your Phrygian blood, and Priam's ancient race; A bribe so mean your fentence had not guin'd. Which I would show I valued, if I durst;
With parcial eyes I should myself regard, You are the fifth from Jove, but I the first. To think that Venus made me her reward; The crown of Troy is powerful, I confess, I humbly am content svith human praise, But I have reason to think ours no less.
A goddess's applause would envy raise ;)
But be it as you say; for 'tis confeít,
That I suspect it ought not to displease,
One joy I have, that I had Venus' vrice; Yourself fhall be the dear, the only cause;
A greater yet, that you confirm d her choice; Either my honour l'll to death maintain,
That proffer'd laurels, promis d sovereignty,
Am I your empire then, and your renown?
Ev'n while I write, my fearful conscious eyes Sometimes you'd figh, sometimes disorder'd stand, Look often back, misdoubting a surprise ; And with unusual ardour press my hand ; For now the rumour fpreads among the crowd, Contrive just after me to take the glass,
At court in whispers, but in town aloud.
ate'er you hear them fy: Which oft I fear'd I did not mind alonc,
To leave off loving were your better way;
More freedom gives, but does not all afford:
Then kissing me, he said, I recommend could not but be sensible of this.
All to thy care, But most my Trojan friend,
I smil'd at wliat he innocently said,
Shruld I be injur'd on your Phrygian thotę. And only answer'd, You shall be obey'd.
What help of šindred could I there inplure? Propirious winds have borne him far from bence, Medea was by Jason's flattery won; Put let not tbis fecure your confidence:
may, like her, believe and be uodone. Absent he is, yet abreoc he commands:
Plain honest hearts, like mine, suspect no cheat, You know the proverb,“ Princes have long hands." Aod love contributes to its own deceit. M" fame's my burden, for the more I'm prais'd, The ships, about whose fides loud tempeits roar, Ajater ground of jealousy is rais'a :
With gentle winds were wafled from the thore. Were i lifs fair, I might have been more blest, Your teeming mother dreamt a flaming brand, Great beauty through great danger is postelt Sprung from her womb, consum'd the Trojan To leave me here, his venture was not hard, To fecond chis, old prophecies conspire, (land; Because he thought ny virtue was my guard : That Ilium shall be burnt with Grecian fire ; He fear'd niy face, but truited to my life,
Both give me fear, nor is it much allay'd, The beau:y doubted, but belier'd the wife. That Venus is oblig'd our loves to aid. You bid nie use th' occafion while I can,
For they who lost their cause, revenge will take, Put in your hands by the good easy man.
And for ore friend, two enemies you make. I would, and yet I doubt 'ewirt love and fear; Nor can I doubt, but, hould I follow you, One draws mc from you, and one briggs me cear. The (word would foon our fatal crinie pursue; Our flames are mutual, and my husband's goac: A wrong so great my husband's rage would rouse, The nights are long; I fear to lie alone;
And'niy relations would bis caule espouse. One house contains us, and weak walis divide, Vou boalt your ftrength and courage ; but, alas! And you're too presling to be long deny'd.
Your words receive small credit from your face. Let me not live, but every thing conspires Let beroes in the duney field delight, To join our loves, and yet ny fear retires. .
These limbs were fashion'd for another fight. You court with words, wlied you should force em Bid Hector fally from the walls of Troy; ploy;
A sweeter quarrel fhould your arms employ. A rape is requisite to shame-fac'd joy;
Yet fears like these should not my mind perplex, Indulgcut to the wrongs which we receise, Weré I as wise as many of my ser: Our sex can suffer what we dare not give. But time and you may bolder thoughts inspire; What have I faid! for both of us 'cwere best, And I, perhaps, may yield to your deare. Our kindling fire if each of us supprest.
You lant demand a private conference : The faith of strangers is too prone to change, These are your words, but I can guels your sense. And, like themselves, their wandering paflions Your uoripe hopes their harvest must attend : Hypsipyla and the fond Miroian maid, [racge. Be sold by me, and time may be Were both, by trusting of their guest, betray'd : This is enough to let you underland, How can I doubt that other men deceive,
For now my peo bas tir'd my tender hand;
And may hereafter better news impart,
PART OF THE STORY OF ORPHEUS.
Being - Translation out of the fourth Book of Virgil's But I with you may leave the Spartan port,
'Tis not for nothing when just heaven does frown; And fill a foreign country with my hame.
The injur'd Orpheus calls chese judgments down; In Alia what reception shall I find!
Whose spouse, avoiding to become thy prey, And what dishi nour leave in Greece behind! And all his joys at once were soatch'd away; What will your brothers, Priam, Hecuba,
The nymph, foredoom'd that fatal way to pass, Aod what will all your modest marrons fay? Spy'd not the ferpent lurking in the grass : Ev'n you, when on this action you refled,
A mournful cry the spacious valley fills. Aly future conduł jully nay fufpel;
With echoing groans from all the neighbouring And white'er fanger lands upon your coast,
The Dryades roar out in deep despair,
And with united voice bewail the fair. Conclude me, by your own example, lot. 1, from your rage, a strumpet's name shall hear,
For such a loss he fought no vain relief, While you forge: what part in it you bear :
But with his lute indulg'a the tender gricf; Yuu, my crime's author, will my crime upbraid :
Along the shore he oft would wildly stray, Deep under ground, oh! let me first be laid ! With doleful notes begin and end the day. Jou boast the porrip and plenty of your land,
At length to hell a frightful journey made, And promise all fall be at my command : Pass'd the wide-gaping gulf and dismal shade Your Trojan wealth, believe me, I despise ;
Visits the ghosts, and to that king repairs
Whose hcarl's intexible to buman prayers. ATy own poor native land has dearer tics,