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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 disguise or art,
Ah Myra! if true love's your price,
Behold it in my heart.
Tt e fyrens, once deluded, vainly charm'd,
Like foldiers so in battle we succeed,
Tone, tune thy lyre, begin my muse,
Transmit immortal down to feme?
Myra is Venus and Diana too,
Then sing, my múse, let Myra be our theme.
Where everlasting sun does shinc;
Ye gods! wherever I shall be,
AT A REVIEW OF THE GUARD'S IN HYDE-PARR.
Let meaner beauties conquer lingly still,
Nature indulgent, provident and kind,
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,
In courts and cities, could you fee And laughs to see my torments dever end.
How well the wanton fools agree; So up the steepy hill, with pain,
Were all the curtains drawn, you'd find The weighty stone is roli'd in vain,
Not one, perhaps, but who is kind. Which baving touch'd the top, recoils,
Minerva, naked from above,
With Venus and the wise of Jove,
Yet this was the whom poets name
Goddess of chastity and fame.
Penelope, her lord away,
Then down they take the stubborn bow,
Thus twenty cheerful winters past, How various are the torments I endure!
She's yet immortaliz'd for chaste. Cruel estate of doubt! Ah, Myra, try
Smile Myra, then, reward my flante,
And be as much fecure of fame;
By my own matchless love inspir’d;
So will I sing, such wonders.write,
That when th' astonish'd world shall cite THOUGHTFUL nights, and restless waking,
A nymph of spotless worth and fame, Oh, the pains that we endure !
Myra shall be th' immortal name. Broken faith, unkind forsaking,
Ever doubting, never sure.
SONG TO MYRA.
FORSAKEN of my kindly stars,
Within this melancholy grove Still complaining, and defending,
I waste my days and nights in tears, Both to love, yet not agree;
A victim to ingrateful love. Fears tormenting, passion rending,
The happy still untimely end, Oh! the pangs of jealousy:
Deach Aies from grief, or why should ? From such painful ways of living,
So many hours in forrow spend, Ah: how sweet could love be free!
Wishing, alas! in vain to die? Still presenting, still receiving,
Ye powers, take pity of my pain,
This, only this is my desire;
Or let me with this figh expire.
When wilt thou break, my stubborn heart?
O death! how flow to take my part ! Those lips for smiling were delign'd;
Whatever I pursue, denies,
Death, death itself, like Myra, flies.
Love and despair, like twins, poffeft
At the same fatal birth mỳ breast; Each thing has its appointed right,
No hope could be, her scorn was all
That to my destin'd lot could fall.
I thought, alas! that love could dwell
Like plants, that kindly heat require,
To be maintain'd by constant fire.
That without hope, 'twould die as soon, Since neither love nor sense o fpain,
A little hope--but I have none : Nor force of reason can persuade,
On air the poor camelions thrive, Then let example be obcy'd.
Deny'd e'en that, ny love can live.