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Presuming longer to refilt
To gold and title you relent,
Love throws in vain his dart.
Let glittering fools in courts be great ;
For pay, let armies move;
Beauty should have no other bait
But gentle vows, and love.
I'll tell her the next time, said I,
If on those endless charms you lay
The value that's their due,
(die. A thousand worlds too few.
Without disguife or art,
Ah Myra! if true love's your price,
Behold it in my heart.
Tune, tune thy lyre, begin my muse,
Ty'd to the mast, UlyíTes sail'd unharm’d;
When Myra fings, we seek th' enchanting sound, And Hemus too, as when th' enchanting voice And bless the notes that do so sweeply wound. Of tunelul Orpheus charm'd the grove,
What music needs must dwell upon that tongue, Taught oaks to dance, and made the cedars tove. Whose speech is tuneful as another's song! Nor Venus, nor Diana will we name;
Such harmony! such wit ! a face so fair!
So niany pointed arrows who can bcar?
Who from her wit, or from her beauty fies,
If with her voice she overtakes him, dies.
Like soldiers so in battle we succeed,
Condemd'd to perish by the slaughtering gun: Plucking but here and there and only take The choiceft flow'rs with which fobie nymph is crown'd.
MYRA. İn framing Myra so divinely fair,
AT A REVIEW OF THE GUARDS IN HYDE-PARR. Nature has taken the fanie fare ; All that is lovely, noble, good, we see,
Let meaner beauties conquer fingly still, All, beauteous Myra, all bound up in thee.
But haughty Myra will by thousands kill; Where Myra is, there is the queen of love, Through armed ranks triumphantly the drives, Th' Arcadian pastures, and th' Idalian grove. And with one glance commands a thousand lives : Let Myra dance, so charming is her mien,
The trembling heroes, nor refilt, nor fly,
But at the head of all their squadrons die.
NATURE indulgent, provident and kind,
In all things that excel, fome use design'd;
The first (did Myra not dispute that right) Myra shall still be lov'd, and still ador'd by me. Sends from above ten thousand blessings down,
Nor is he fet fo high for show alone,
His beams reviving with auspicious fire,
Freely we all enjoy what all admire :
Are plac'd to help, not enterrain the sight :
Plants, fruits, and flowers the fertile fields produce, To vex a icnder heart
Not for vain ornament, but wholesome use;
PO M S. Health they restore, and nourishment they give,
Phæbus laments for Hyacinthus dead, We fee with pleasure, but we taste to live. And Juno jealous, storms at Ganymed.
Then think not, Myra, that thy form was meant Return, my muse, and close that odious scene, More to create desire, than to content ;
Nor stain thy verse with images unclean; Would the just gods so many charms provide Of beauty sing, her shining progress view, Only to gratify a mortal's pride ?
From clime to clime the dazzling light pursue, Would they have form'd thee so above thy ses, Tell how the goddess spread, and how in empire Only to play the tyrant, and to vex?
grew. 'Tis impious pleasure to delight in harm,
Let others govern, or defend the state, And beauty should be kind, as well as charm. Plead at the bar, or manage a debate,
In lofty arts and sciences excel,
Or in proud domes employ their boasted kill, THE PROGRESS OF BEAUTY.
To marble, and to brass such features give,
The metal and the stone may seein to live;
Describe the stars, and planetary way,
Still wand'ring in love's sweet delicious mize, The lover's toil she gratefully repaid,
To fing the triumphs of some heavenly face, Promiscuous blessings to her slaves allign'd,
Of lovely dames, who with a smile or frowa And caught the world that beauty should be kind. Subdue the proud, the suppliant lover crown. Learn by this pattern, all ye fair, to charm, From Venus down to Myra bring thy song, Bright be your beams, but without scorching warm. To thee alone such tender casks belong.
Helen was next from Greece to Phrygia brought, From Greece to Afric beauty takes her flight, With much expence of blood and empire fought : And ripens with her near approach to light: Beauty and love the noblest cause afford,
Frown not, ye fair, to hear of swarthy dames, That can try valour, or employ the sword. With radiant eyes, that take unerring ainis; Nor men alone incited by her charms,
Beauty to no complexion is confin'd, But heaven's concern'd, and all the gods take arme. Is of all colours, and by none defin'd; The happy Trojan gloriously possest,
Jewels that shine, in gold or Glver fet, Enjoys the dame, and leaves to fatc thc reft.
As precious and as sparkling are in jet.
Here Cleopatra, with a liberal heart,
The firit who gave recruited llaves to know The fierce defires, distractions, and despairs That the rich pearl was of more use chan show, Of tortur'd men, while beauty was confin'd, Who with high meats, or a luxurious draught, Resolv'd to multiply the charning kind.
Kept love for ever fowing, and full fraughi.
Each in his turn present the conquer'd ball; Hence follow'd arts, while each employ'd his care Those dreadful eagles that had fac'd the light in new productions to delight the fair
From pole to pole, fall dazzled at her light: To bright Aspasia Socrates retir'd,
Nor was her deach less glorious than her life, His wisdom grew but as his love inspir'd;
A constant mistress, and a faithful wife; Those rocks and oaks which such emotious felt, Her dying truth some generous tears would cost, Were cruel maids whom Orpheus taught to melt; Had not her fate li inspir'd the world well lost; Music, and songs, and every way to move
With secret pride the ravish'd muses view The ravish'd heart, were seeds and plants of love. The image of that death which Dryden drew. The gods, entic'd hy so divine a birth,
Pleas'd in such happy clinates, wariu and brighi, Descend from heaven to this new heaven on earth; Love for some ages reveld with delight; Thy wit, o Mercury's no desence from love; The partial moors ia gallantry rcfinid, Nor Mars, thy target; nor thy thunder, Jove. Invent new arts to make their charmers kind; The mad immortals in a thousand shapes,
Sce in the lists, by golden barriers bound, Range the wide globe; some yield, fonie suffer In warlike ranks they wait the the trumpet's rapes,
found Invaded, or deceiv'd, not one escapes.
Some love-device is wrought on every sword, The wife, though a bright goddess, thus gives And every ribbon bears some mystic word. place
As when we see the winged winds engage, To mortal concubines of fresh embrace;
Mounted on courfers, foaming flame and rage, By such examples were we taught to see
Rustling from every quarter of the sky, The life and foul of love, is sweet variety.
North, east, and west, in airy swiftness vic; In those first times, ere charnsing womankind One cloud repuls'd, new combatants prepare Reform'd their pleasures, polishing the mind, To meet as fierce, and form a thundering war: Rude were their revels, and obscene cheir joys,
| All fur Love; 0", The World well Lon; written hier The broils of drunkards, and the Inft of boys; Dryden.
So when the trumpet founding, gives the sign, As eager flames with opposition pent,
As a fierce torrent bounded on his race,
From the loud palace to the silent grove,
Thus flourish'd love, and beauty reign'd in state, Then Waller in immortal verse proclaims
Thy beauty, Sidney *, like Achilles' sword,
Refiftless, stands upon as sure record ;
The fiercest hero, and the brightest dame,
And now, my muse, a nobler flighc prepare, And with bright nymphis the distant sun sup- | And sing so loud that heaven and earth may bear. plies;
Behold from Italy an awful ray
Of heavenly light illuminates the day,
And here she fixes her imperial light.
What though the fullen fates refuse to shine,
Our gallant kings, of whom large annals prove The clouds shall fiy before the dazzling light,
Thou who has never yet put on disguise
To flatter faction, or descend to vice;
Let no vain fear thy generous ardor tame,
But stand ercet, and found as loud as fame.
Paffes o'er lawns and meadows till it gains
Si me favourite spot, and fixing there, remains :
A deathless name, thine shall for ever live;
Invok'd where e'er the British lion roars,
Extended as the seas that gird the Yritish Mores.
If such their fame who gave these rights divine Pliæbus cnjoy'd the goddess of the sea,
Alcides had Omphale, James has Thee.
To lie but at whole feet more glory brings
Secure of empire in that beauteous breast,
Who would not give their crowns to be so blest?
What chance attends on every worldly state? With Charles he wanders, and for Charles he As when the skies were fack'd, the conquer'd gods mourns,
Compellid from heaven, forlook their bleft abodes; But O! how fierce the joy when Charles recurns! Wandering in woods, they hid from den to den,
And fough their safety in the shapes of mien, * The Conqueft of Granada ; written by Dryden.
As when the winds with kindling flames conspire,
The blaze increases, as they fan the fire;
the name vi Sacharilla.
So thick the volley, and the wouod so sure,
No fight can save, no remedy can cure. If riven by the thunderbolt of Jove,
Yet * dawning in her infancy of light,
Born to fulfil the glories of her line,
Fain would my muse to Cecilt bend her fight, But cease, my muse, thy colours are coo faint, But curns astonish'd from the dazzling light, Hide with a veil those griefs which nope can Nor dares attempt to climb the feepy flight. paint;
O Kneller! like thy pidures were my soog, This sun is set. But fee in bright array
Clear like chy paint, and like tky pencil strong; What hofts of heavenly light recruit the day. These matchless beauties should recorded be. Love, in a thining galaxy, appears
Immortal in my verse, as in thy gallery S.
COUNTESS OF NEWBURGH,
Infifting earnefly to be told who I meant by Myra. Villiers * for wisdom and deep judgment fam'd, Witu Myra's charms, and my extreme despair, Of a high race, victorious beauty brings
Long had my muse amaz'd the reader's ear. To grace our courts, and captivate our kings. My friends, with pity, heard the mournful sound,
With what delight my muse to Sandwich flies ! And all inquir'd from whence the fatal wound; Whose wit is piercing as her sparkling eyes : Th' astonish'd world beheld an endless fame, Ah! how she mounts, and spreads her airy wings, Ne'er to be quench'd, unknowing whence it cane : And tunes her voice, when the of Ormond lings! So scatter'd fire from scorch'd Vesuvius flies, Of radiant Ormond, only fit co bę
Unknown the source from whence those flames The successor of beauteous Ossory.
arise : Richmond's a title, that but nam'd, implies Ægyptian Nile fo.spreads its waters round, Majestic graces, aná victorio.is eyes :
O'erflowing far and near, its head unfound. Fair Villiers first, then haughty Stuart came,
Myra herself, touch'd with the moving song, And Brudenel now no less adorns the pame. Would needs be told to whom those plaiots beDorset already is immortal made
long; In Prior's verse, nor needs a second aid.
My timorous corigue not daring to confess,
Impatient of excuft, the urges still,
If filent, I am threaten'd with her hate;
She smiles--the goddess smiles and I grow bold. Hyde, Venus is; the graces are Kildare,
My vows to Myra, all were meant to thee, Soft and delicious as a southern Iky,
The praise, the love, the matchless constancy. Are Dashwood's smiles; when Darnley + frowns 'Twas thus of old, when all th' inimortal dames
W'ere grac'd by poets, each with several yames; Careless S, but yet fecure of conquest still,
For Venus, Cyiherea was invok'd ; Lu'scn unaiming, never fails to kill;
Altars for Pallas, to Tritonia Smok'd. Guildless of pride to captivate, or thine,
Such names were theirs; and thou the most divine, Bright without art, the wounds without deligo : Moft lov'd of heav'nly beauties~Myra's thine. But Wyndham like a tyrant throws the dart, And takes a cruel pleasure in the smart, Proud of the ravage that her beauties make,
So calm, and fo ferene, but now,
What means this change on Myra's brow?
Her anguisti love now glows and burns
Then chills and shakes, and the cold fit returns. The praise of never-fading Mazarine ; The poet || and his theme, in spite of time,
Mock'd with deluding looks and (miles, For ever young, enjoy an endless prime.
When on her pity I deperd, * Counters of Orkney.
* Lady Molyneux. Lady Catharine Darnley, Duchess of Buckingham. + Lady Ranelagh. Lady Gower.
The Gallery of Beauties in Hampton-Court, drawo dy U Monlieur Sc. Evremo85.
Sir Godfrey knellen
My airy hope she soon beguiles, And laughs to see my torments dever end. So
up the steepy hill, with pain, The weighty stone is roli'd in vain, Which baving touch'd the top, recoils, And leaves the lab'rer to renew his toils.
TO MYRA. Lost in a labyrinth of doubts and joys, Whom now her smiles reviv'd, her score destroys : She will, and she will not, she grants, denies, Confents, retracts, advances, and then flies, Approving, and rejeding in a breath, Now proff'ring mercy, now presenting death. Thus hoping, thus despairing, never sure, How various are the torments I endure! Cruel estate of doubt! Ah, Myra, try Once to resolve-or let me live, or die.
In courts and cities, could you fee
Minerva, naked from above,
Penelope, her lord away,
Smile Myra, then, reward my flante,
SONG TO MYRA.
THOUGHTFUL nights, and restless waking,
Oh, the pains that we endure ! Broken faith, unkind forsaking,
Ever doubting, never sure. Hopes deceiving, vain endeavours,
What a race has love to run!
Ev'ry, ev'ry way undene.
Both to love, yet not agree;
Oh! the pangs of jealousy: From such painful ways of living,
Ah: how sweet could love be free! Still presenting, still receiving,
Fierce, iminortal ecstasy.
FORSAKEN of my kindly stars,
Within this melancholy grove
A victim to ingrateful love.
Deach Aies from grief, or why should ? So many hours in forrow spend,
Wishing, alas! in vain to die?
This, only this is my desire;
Or let me with this figh expire.
SONG TO MYRA. W47 should a heart so render, break?
O Myra' give its anguish ease; The use of beaucy you mistake,
Not meant to vex, but please. Those lips for smiling were delign'd;
That borom in be prest ; Your eyes to languish, and look kind; For amorous arıns, your
bus arıns, your waist. Each thing has its appointed right,
Establish'd by the pow'rs above, The fun to give us warmth, and light,
Myra to kindle love.
When wilt thou break, my stubborn heart? O death! how flow to take my part ! Whatever I pursue, denies, Death, death itself, like Myra, flies. Love and despair, like twins, poffeft At the same fatal birth mỳ breast; No hope could be, her scorn was all That to my destin'd lot could fall. I thought, alas! that love could dwell But in warm climes, where no snow fell; Like plants, that kindly heat require, To be maintain'd by constant fire. That without hope, 'twould die as soon, A little hope--but I have none : On air the poor camelions thrive, Deny'd e'en that, ny love can live.
TO MYRA. SINCE truth and constancy are vain, Since neither love nor sense o fpain, Nor force of reason can persuade, Then let example be obcy'd.