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While attracted swell the waves,
Emerging from their inmost caves.
When to sweet founds your steps you suit,
And weave the minuet to the lute,
Heav'ns! how you glide !---her neck---her chest---
Does she move, or does fhe reft?
As those roguish eyes advance,
Let me catch their side-long glance,
Soon---or they'll elude my sight,
Quick as light’ning, and as bright.
Thus the bashful Pleiad cheats
The gazer's eye, and still retreats,
Then peeps agen---then skulks unseen,
Veild behind the azure skreen.
Like the ever-toying dove,
Smile immensity of love ;
Be Venus in each outward part,
And wear the vestal in your heart.
When I ask a kiss, or so---
Grant it with a begging no,
And let each rose that decks your
face Blush afsent to my embrace.
Escend, descend, ye sweet Aonian maids,
Leave the Parnaslian shades,
The joyful Hymeneal sing,
And to a lovelier Belle
Than fiction e'er devis’d, or eloquence can tell,
Your vocal tributes bring.
And you, ye winged choristers, that fly
In all the pensile gardens of the sky,
Chant thro' th' enameld grove,
Stretch from the trembling twigs your little throats,
With all the wild variety of artless notes,
But let each note be love.
Fragrant Flora, queen of May,
All bedight with garlands gay,
Where in the smooth-shaven green
The spangled cowslips variegate the scene,
And the rivulet between,
Whispers, murmurs, fings,
As it stops, or falls, or springs ;
There spread a sofa of thy foftest flowers,
There let the bridegroom stay,
There let him hate the light, and curse the day,
And dun the tardy hours.
But see the bride---she comes with silent pace,
Full of majesty and love ;
Not with a nobler grace
Look'd the imperial wife of Jove,
When erst ineffably she shone
In Venus' irresistible, inchanting zone.
Phæbus, great god of verse, the nymph observe,
Observe her well;
Then touch each sweetly-trem'lous nerve
Of thy resounding shell :
Her like huntress-Dian paint,
Modest, but without restraint ;
From Pallas take her decent pace,
With Venus sweeten all her face,
From the Zephyrs steal her sighs,
From thyself her sun-bright eyes;
Then baffled, thou shalt see,
That as did Daphne thee,
Her charms thy genius' force shall Ay,
And by no soft persuasive sounds be brib'd
To come within Invention's narrow eye ;
But all indignant shun its grasp, and scorn to be describ’d
Now see the bridegroom rise,
Oh! how impatient are his joys !
Bring me zephyrs to depaint his voice,
But light’ning for his eyes.
He leaps, he springs, he flies into her arms,
With joy intense,
Feeds ev'ry sense,
And sultanates o'er all her charms.
Oh! had I Virgil's comprehensive strain,
Or sung like Pope, without a word in vain,
Then should I hope my numbers might contain,
Egregious nymph, thy boundless happiness,
How arduous to express !
Such may it last to all eternity :
And may thy Lord with thee,
Like two coeval pines in Ida's grove,
That interweave their verdant arms in love,
Each mutual office chearfully perform,
And share alike the sunshine, and the storm;
And ever, as you fourish hand in hand,
Both shade the shepherd and adorn the land,
Together with each growing year arise,
Indissolubly link’d, and climb at last the skies.
To E THE LINDA, On her doing my Verses the honour of wearing them in her bosom.
Appy verses! that were prest
In fair Ethelinda's breast!
Happy muse, that didit embrace
The sweet, the heav'nly-fragrant place!
Tell me, is the omen true,
Shall the bard arrive there too?
Oft thro' my eyes my soul has flown,
And wanton'd on that ivory throne :
There with extatic transport burn'd,
And thought it was to heav'n return'd.
Tell me, is the omen true,
Shall the body follow too?
When first at nature's early birth,
Heav’n sent a man upon the earth,
Ev'n Eden was more fruitful found,
When Adam came to till the ground :
Shall then those breasts be fair in vain,
And only rise to fall again?