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He levels blindly, yet the mark does hit;
0, do not blame me, Delia! if I press And owes the victory to chance, not wit.
So much, and with impatience, for redress. But let him conquer ere one blow be struck: My ponderous griefs no ease my soul allow ; I'd not bc Mævius, to have Mævius's luck. For they are next t'intolerable now : Proud of my fate, I would not change my chains How shall I then support them, when they For all the trophies purring Mævius gains ;
grow But rather still live Delia's slave, than be
To an excess, to a distracting woe? Like Mævius Gilly, and like Mævius free.
Since you're endow'd with a celeitial mind. But he is happy, loves the common road; Relieve like Heaven, and like the gods be kind, And, pack-horse like, jogs on beneath his load. Did you perceive the torments I endure, If Phyllis peevith or unkind does prove,
Which you first caus’d, and you alone can cure, It ne'er disturbs his grave mechanic love.
They would your virgin fouì to pity move, A little joy his languid flame contents,
And pity may at last be chang'd to love. And makes him ealy under all events.
Some Twains, I own, impose upon the fair,
And lead the incautious maid into a snare;
And do not punish others crimes with me.
If there's so many of our sex untrue, And with such raptures fills the lover's breast, Yours should more kindly use the faithful few; That saints in paradise are scarce more bleft. 'Though innocence too oft incurs the fate But I lament my miseries in vain ;
Of guilt, and clears itself sometimes too late. For Delia hears me, pitiless, complain.
Your nature is to tenderness inclin'd; Suppole Mhe pities, and believes me true,
And why to me, to me alone unkind? What satisfaction can from thence accrue,
A common love, by other persons shewn, Unless her pity makes her love me too ?
Meets with a full return; but mine has none : Perhaps she loves ('uis but perhaps, I fear,
Nay, scarce believ'd, though some deceit as free For that's a blefling can't be bought too dear) As angels flames can for archangels be. If she has scrupies that oppose her will,
A paflion feign'd, at no repulse is griev'd, I mult, alas! be miserable lill.
And values little if it be n't receiv'd : Though, if the loves, those scruples soon will Ay But love sincere resents the smallest scorn, Before the reasoning of the Deity :
And the unkindness does in secret mourn. For, where Love enters, he will rule alone,
Sometimes I please myself, and think you are Aad suffer no copartner in his throne;
Too good to make me wretched by despair : And those false arguments that would repel
That tenderness, which in your soul is plac'd, His high injunctions, teach us lo rebel.
Will move you to compalliou sure at last. What method can poor Screphon then pro But when I come to take a second view pound,
Of my own merits, I despond of you : To cure the bleeding of his faral wound,
For what can Delia, beauteous Delia, see, he, who guided the vexatious dart,
To raise in her the leat eteem for me :
But if a love of the subliniert kind
If all has real value that's divine,
prayers for her thou lov'st, refign thy breath, You pity, but you may despise me too. And bless the minute gives thee easc and death. Still i am wretched, if no more you give :
Here paus'd the Twain—when Delia driving by The starving orphan can't on pity live :
Or he consumes, and, though much pity'd, dies. Where Strophun, wrapp'd in silent forrow, lay: My tornients still do with my passion grow : As soon as he perceiv'd the beauteous maid,
The more I love, the more I undergo. He rose to meet her, and thus, trembling, said : But suffer me no longer to remain When humble fuppliants would the gods ap
Beneath the pressure of so vast a pain. peale,
My wound requires some fpeedy remedy : And in severe afflictions beg for ense,
Delays are fatal, when defpair is nigh. With constant importunity they sue,
Much I've endur'd, much more than I can tell; And their petitions every day renew;
Too much, indeed, for one that loves so well. Grow still more earnest as they are deny'd,
When will the end of all my forrows be? Nos (ne well-weigh'd expedient leave untry'd,
Can you not love? I'm sure you pity me. 'Till Heaven those bleflings they enjoy'd before
But if I must new misesies fustain, Not only does return, but gives then more.
And be condemo'd to more and tronger pain,
find in you
I'll not accuse you, fince my fate is such;
Each feature, emolous of pleasing moft, I please eno litrde, and I love son much.
Does juftly fome peculiar sweetness boait : Strephon, no more, the blushing Delia said, And her composure's of so fine a frame, Excuse the conduct of a timorous maid;
Pride cannot hope to mend, nor Envy blame, Now I'm convinc'd your love's sublime and true, When the immortal Beauties of the kies Such as I always wish'd
Contended naked for the golden prize,
View both thote nymphis whon other (Maia The youth, encompass'd with a joy to bright,
adore, Had hardly strength to bear the vast delight. You'll value charming Delia ftill the more. By too sublime an ecstaly poffett,
Dorinda's mien 's majestic, but her mind He trembled, gaz'd, and clalp'd her to his breast; Is to revenge and peevithness inclin'd : Ador'd the nymph that did his pain remove,
Myrtilla 'o fair; and yet Myrtilla's proud: Yow'd endless truth and everlasting love.
Chloe has wit; but noisy, vain, and leui:
But in my Delia all endowments meet,
All that can praise and admiration move,
All that the wilest and the bravest lore.
Iv all discourses fhe's appesite and gas,
And ne'er wants fomer hing pertinent to say; All men have follies, which they blindly trac: for, if the subject 's of a fericas kind, Through the dark turnings of a dubious maze: Her thoughts are manly, and her sense refin 3; But happy those, why, by a prudent care, But if divertive, her expresion 's fit, Retreat betimes froni the fallacious snare,
Good language, join'd with inoffentive wit; The eldest sons of Wildoni were not free So cautious always, that the ne'er affords From the same failure you condemn in me : An idle thought the charity of words. They lov’d, and, by that glorious paflion led, The vices common to her sex can find Forgot what Plato and themselves had faid. No room, ev’n in the suburbs of her mind; Love triumph'd o'er those dull, pedantic rules, Concluding wisely ihe 's in danger still, They had collected from the wrangling schoola; From the niere neighbourhood of induitrious i.. And made them to his noble fway submit, Therefore at distance keeps the subtle foe, In spite of all their learning, art, and wit.
Whole near approach would formidable grow; Their grave, starch'd morals then unuseful provid: While the unwary virgin is undone, These dusty characters he foon remov'd;
And meets the misery which she ought to fee. For, when his shining squadrons came in view, Her wit is penetrating, clear, and gay; Their boasted reason murmur'd, and withdrew; But let crue judgment and right reason fway; Unable to oppose their mighty force
Modeftly bold, and quick to apprehend; With phlegmatic resolves, and dry discourse. Prompe in replies, bot caurious to offend. If, as the wisest of the wife have err'd,
Her darts are keen, but level'd with such care, T go astray, and am condemn'd unheard,
They ne'er fall short, and feldon fly too far: My faults you tou severely reprehend,
For wien she rallies, 'tis with so much ast, More like a rigid cenfor than a iriend.
Ve blufa with pleasure, and with rapture (au". Love is the monarch passion of the mind,
0, Celadun! you would my flame aj prone, Knows tio fuperior, by po laws confin'd,
Did you but hear her talk of love. But triumphs till, impatient of controul, That tender paflion to her fancy brings O'er all the proud endowments of the loul. The prettiest nocions, and the softest things;
You own'd my Delia, friend, divinely fair, Which are by her fo movingly expreft, When in the buu her native beautics were; 'They fill with ecstasy my threbbing breaft. Your praise did then her early charnus confess, T'is then the charms of eloquence impart Yet you'd perfuade me to adore her less.
Their native glories unimprov'd by art : You but the non-age of her beauty saw,
By what she says I measure things above, But inight from thence sublime ideas draw, And guess the language of seraphic love. And what the is, by what she was, conclude; To the cool boson of a peaceful frade, For now the governs those the then fubdu'd. By some wild beech or lofty poplar made,
Her aspect noble and mature is grown, When evening comes, we fecretly repair And every charm in its full vigour known. To breathe in private, and unbend our care: There we may wondering view, diftin@ly writ, And while our flocks in fruitful pastures leed, The lines of goodness, and the marks of wit : Some well-defign'd, iatrudive poem reati
Where useful morals, with fost numbers join'd, That the dark treasury of times contains
A glorious day, will finish all my pains :
(When truth 's conspicuous, we need not (wcar; The florid fuffian of a rhyming spark,
Oatho will suppose a diffidence in you, Whose random arrow pe'er comes near the mark, That I am false, my flame fi&titious too) Can't on her judgment be impos'd, and pafs Were I condemn’d by Face's inperial power, For standard gold, when 'tis but gilded brass. Ne'er to return to your embraces more, Oft in the walks of an adjacent grove,
I'd scorn whate'er the busy world could give; Where first we mutually engag'd to love,
'Twould be the worst of miseries to live :
And lody'd again within my Delia's arms;
Then would my joys ascend to that degree, Perhaps a matter of debate might be,
Could angels envy, they would envy me. Were the degrees of my affection !efs
Ost, as I wander in a filent shade, Than burning martyrs to the gods express. When bold vexations would my soul invade, In you I've all I can desire below,
I banish the rough thought, and none pursue,
mind. Like sovercign antidotes, all cares remove;
Retir'd foniecimes into a lonely grove,
When, in a masculine enıbrace, I prest Forsook Oenone, and his rural sports,
The lovely Delia to my heaving breast ! For dangerous greatness and tumultuous courts; Then I remember, and with valt delight, Yet Fate should fill offer its power in vain; The kind expressions of the parting night: For what is power to fuch an humble swain ? Methought the sun too quick return'd again, I would not leave my Delia, leave my fair, And day teeni'd nc'er impertinent till then. Though half the globe should be assign'd my share. Strong and contracted was our cager bliss, And would you have me, friend, reflect again, An
age of pleasure in each generous kils : Become the bafest and the worst of men ? Years of delight in moments we compriz’d; 0, do not urge me, Celadon, forbear;
And heaven itself was there epitoniz'd. I cannot leave her, she's too charming fair!
But, when the glories of the castern light Should I your counsel in this case pursue,
O'erflow'd the iwinkiing tapers of the night; You might suspect me for a villain too :
Farewell, niy Delia, O farewell ! faid I, For sure that perjur'd wretch can never prove
The utmost period of my time is nigh :
And wretched Strephon is compellid away.
Forfake these fields, fortake my Delia too;
No change of fortune ihall for ever move
The settled base of my inimorial love. As those who hope hereafter heaven to share; And must my Strephon, miult niy faithful swaiti. A rigorous exile here can calmly bear,
Be forc'd you cry'd, to a remoter plain! And, with collected spirits, undergo
The darling of my foul so toon remov'd! The sad varicty of pain below;
The only valu'd, and the best belov'd! Yet, with intense reflections, antedate
Though ocher (wains to me themselves ad tressid, 'The mighty raptures of a furure fate;
Strephon was fill distinguish'd from the rest : While the bright prospect of approaching joy Flat and insipid all their courtship feeni'd; Creates a bless no trouble can destroy:
Little themselves, their pasions lufs eítcem'd: So, though I'm toss'd by giddy Fortune's hand, For my averfion with their flames increas'd, Ev'n to the confines of my native land;
And none but Surephon partial Delia pleas'd. Where I can hear the stormy ocean roar,
Though I'm depriv'd of my kind thepherd's fights And break its waves apon the foaming shore : Joy of the day, and blesing of the night; 'Though from my Delia banith'd ; all that's deat, Yet will you, Streplion, will you love me flill? That's good, or beautiful, or charming here: However, fatter me, and lay you will. Yet flattering hopes encourage me to live, For, should you entertain a rival love; And tell me Face will kinder mioutes give; Should you unkind to nus, or faithless prove; VOL. VI.
No mortal e'er could half in wretched be: Nor will I envy those ill judging swaing
( What they enjoy's the refute of the plains Your beauty, nymph, said I, my faith secures ; II, for
my Thare of happiness below,
A PASTORAL ESSAY
DEATH OF QUEEN MARY.
Beneath a mournful cypress shade he found
Cornelia weeping on the dewy ground. Iut seem at best indifferent to me,
Amaz'd, with eager haste he ran to know Who none but you with admiration fee.
The fatal cause of her intemperate woe;
In these loft words his tender care expreft:
While I was wandering on the neighbouring plain?
What fad misfortune makes Cofmelia weep! As Adam, by an injur'd Maker driven
Speak, that I may prevent thy grief's increase, From Eden': groves, the vicinage of heaven;
Partake thy sorrows, or restore thy peace. Compell'd to wander, and oblig'd to bear
cos ELIA. 'The harsh impressions of a ruder air ;
Do you not hear from far that mourrful bell? With mighty sorrow, and with weeping eyes,
'Tis for I cannot the fad tidings tell. Jook'd back, and mourn'd the loss of paradise :
Oh, whither are my fain:ing fpirits fled; With a concern like his did I review
'Tis for Cælestia--Sirephin, Oh-She's dead! My native plains, my charming Delia too ; The brightest nymph, the princes of the plain, For I left paradise in leaving you.
By an untimely dait, untimely ilain. If, as I walk, a pleasant shade 1 find,
STREPHON. It brings your fair idea to my mind :
Dead! 'Tis impossible! She cannot dic: Such was the happy place, I, sighing, say,
She's too divine, too much a
deity: Where I and Delia, lovely Delia, lay;
l'is a false rumour fome ill (wains have fpread, When first I did my tender thoughts impast,
Who wish, perhaps, the good Cæleftia dead. sind made a graveful present of my heart.
co so LIẢ. Or, if my friend, in his apartnient, thews
Ah! no; the truth in every face appears; Some piece of Van Dyck's, or of Angelo's,
For every face you nieer 's o'crflown with tears In which the artill has, with wond'rous care,
Trembling, and pale, I ran through all the plus, ) escrib'd the face of one exeeeding fair ;
From flock to flock, and afk'd of every swain, '7 hough, at first fight, it may my paflion raise,
But cach (carce listing his dejected head, nd every feature I admire and praise ;
Cry'd Oh, Cofmelia! Oh, Celestia's dead! Der fil, methinks, upon a second view,
STREPHON. ?f'is not so beautifal, fo fair as you.
Something was meant by that ill-broodie) If I converse with those whom moft admit
croak To have a ready, gay, vivácious, wit;
of the prophetic raven from the nak, They want f nie amiable, moving grace,
Which itraie by lightning was in divers broke. some turn of fancy that my Delia has :
Blit we our mischief ich, buí re we fee; for ten good thoughts ainongit the crowd they Sciz'd and o’erwhe'ın'd de once with musi y. Meninis ten thousand are in pertinent. (vent, but other shepherds, that are prone to rango,
Since then we have no crophies to beltow, Wit eucii caprice, their giddy humours change :
No pompous things to make a glorious fnew 'They!. in variety less jor: receive,
(For all the tribute a poor swain can bring, ihan you alone are capable to give.
in rural numbers, is to myuru and find
cos IE LIA.
Let us, benea:h the gloomy shade, rehearse Such mutual fames, fo equally divine,
His could not seem the greater, her's the less; Cælestia dead! then 'ris in vain to live;
Both were immense, for both were in excess. What 's all the comfort that the plains can give ;
STREPIOX. Since the, by whose bright influence alone
Oh, godlike princess! Oh, thrice happy fivains! Our foeks increas'd, and we rejoic'd, is gone; Whilft she presided o'er the fruitful plains ! Since the, who round such beams of goodoess Whilft the, for ever ravish'd from our eyes, spread,
To mingle with the kia Ired of the skies. As gave new life to every swain, is dead. Did for your peace her conttant thoughts employ ;
The nymph's good angel, and the ihepherd's joy ! In vain we with for the delightful spring; What joys can flowery May or April bring,
All that was noble beautify'd her mind; When the, for whom the spacious plains were There wisdom sat, with solid reason juil'd: spread,
There too did piery and greatness wait; With early flowers and cheerful greens, is dead ? Meekness on grandeur, modefty on Itate : In vain did courtly Damon warm the earth, Humble amidst the splendori of a throne; To give to summer fruits a winter birth;
Plac'd above all, and yet despising none. In vain we autumn wait, which crowns the fields And when a crown was forc'al on her by fate, With wealthy crops, and various plenty yields ; She with some pains submitted to be great. Since that fair nymph, for whom the boundless ftore
Her pious soul with emulation strove Of nature was preserv'd, is now no more. To gain the mighty Pan's important love:
To whose mysterious rites she always canie,
The duties of religion seem'd to be
Virtue unmix'd, without the least allay,
Pure as the light of a celestial ray,
Commanded all the motions of the soul
Her foes she pity'd, not desir'd their blood;
Nay, all affron is so unconcernd she bore, Let ours ascend upon a stronger wing ;
(Maugre that violent temptation, power) And, while we do the lofty numbers join,
As if the thought it vulgar to resent, Her name will make the harmony divine. Or wilh'd forgiveness their worlt punishment. Raise then thy tuneful voice ; and be the song Swect as her temper, as her virtue strong.
Next mighty Pan, was her illustrious lord, STREPHON.
His high vicegerent, sacredly ador'd : When her great lord to foreign wars was gone, Him with such piety and zeal the lov'd, And left Cælestia here to rule alone;
The noble passion every hour improv'd: With how serene a brow, how void of fear, Till it ascended to that glorious heigh, When storms arose, did she the vessel steer! 'Twas next (if only next) to infinite. And when the raging of the waves did cease,
This made her su entire a duty pay,
And niet his withes with as prompt a zeal
C05 ME LIA.
Mature for heaven, the fatal mandate cam , Impatient to reward, but low to draw
With a chariot of cth real flame ; 'Th' avenging sword of necessary law :
lo which, Elijah-like, she pals’d the spheres; Like Heaven, she took no picasure to destroy ; Brought joy to heaver, bus left the world in With grief she punish'd, and the fav'd with joy.
Methinks I see her va the plains of light,
All glorious, all incomparaviy bright ! She met her hero with a full delire;
While the ima stal minds around her gaze But chafie as light, and vigorous as fire : On the exceilive fplendur uf her ray> ;