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If the fome other youth commend,
Though I was once his fondeft friend,
Tell me, my heart, if this be love?
When she is abfent, I no more
Delight in all that pleas'd before,
When, fond of power, of beauty vain,
SO N G.
Written in the Year 1733
HE heavy hours are almost past That part my love and me: My longing eyes may hope at last Their only wish to fee.
But how, my Delia, will you meet
Will love in all your pulfes beat,
Thus, Delia, thus I paint the fcene,
And try what yet remains between
But, if the dream that fooths my mind
If I am doom'd at length to find
But grant me here the flattering bliss,
DAMON AND DELIA.
IN IMITATION OF HORACE AND LYDIA.
Written in the Year 1732.
ELL me, my Delia, tell me why
Firft tell me, Damon, why to-day
At Belvidera's feet you lay?
Why with fuch warmth her charms you prais'd,
And every trifling beauty rais'd,
As if you meant to let me fee
Unkind! my falsehood to upbraid,
When your own orders I obey'd;
You bid me try, by this deceit,
The notice of the world to cheat,
The fecret of our mutual flame.
Damon, your prudence I confefs,
With too much art your court you
Ah! ceafe thus idly to moleft
Though well I might your truth distrust,
O D E,
IN IMITATION OF PASTOR FIDO.
("O primavera gioventu dėl anno.")
PARENT of blooming flowers and gay defires,
Youth of the tender year, delightful Spring,.
At whofe approach, infpir'd with equal fires,
Again doft thou return, but not with thee
Thy faded charms, which Winter fnatch'd away,
But, ah! no more shall hapless I be gay,
Or know the vernal joys that have been mine.
Though linnets fing, though flowers adorn the green, Though on their wings foft Zephyrs fragrance bear; Harsh is the mufic, joyless is the scene,
The odour faint: for Delia is not there.