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ILI.

If the fome other youth commend,

Though I was once his fondeft friend,
His inftant enemy I prove :

Tell me, my heart, if this be love?

IV.

When she is abfent, I no more

Delight in all that pleas'd before,
The cleareft fpring, or fhadieft grove:
Tell me, my heart, if this be love?

V.

When, fond of power, of beauty vain,
Her nets she spread for every swain,
I ftrove to hate, but vainly ftrove:
Tell me, my heart, if this be love?

T

SO N G.

Written in the Year 1733

I.

HE heavy hours are almost past That part my love and me: My longing eyes may hope at last Their only wish to fee.

II.

But how, my Delia, will you meet
The man you've loft so long?

Will love in all your pulfes beat,
And tremble on your tongue ?

III. Will

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Thus, Delia, thus I paint the fcene,
When shortly we shall meet ;

And try what yet remains between
Of loitering time to cheat.

V.

But, if the dream that fooths my mind
Shall falfe and groundless prove;

If I am doom'd at length to find
You have forgot to love:

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But grant me here the flattering bliss,
To die, and think you mine.

DAMON

DAMON AND DELIA.

IN IMITATION OF HORACE AND LYDIA.

TE

Written in the Year 1732.

DAMON.

ELL me, my Delia, tell me why
My kindeft, fondest looks you fly?
What means this cloud upon your brow?
Have I offended? Tell me how!-
Some change has happen'd in your heart,
Some rival there has ftol'n a part;
Reason these fears may difapprove :
But yet I fear, because I love.

DELIA.

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
Your flattery is not all for me?
Alas! too well your fex I knew,
Nor was fo weak to think you true.

DAMON.

Unkind! my falsehood to upbraid,

When your own orders I obey'd;

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You bid me try, by this deceit,

The notice of the world to cheat,
And hide, beneath another name,

The fecret of our mutual flame.

DELIA.

Damon, your prudence I confefs,
But let me wish it had been lefs;
Too well the Lover's part you play'd,

made;

With too much art your court you
Had it been only art, your eyes
Would not have join'd in the disguise.

DAMON.

Ah! ceafe thus idly to moleft
With groundless fears thy virgin breast.
While thus at fancied wrongs you grieve,
To me a real pain you give.

DELIA.

Though well I might your truth distrust,
My foolish heart believes you juft:
Reason this faith may disapprove;
But I believe, because I love.

ODE,

O D E,

IN IMITATION OF PASTOR FIDO.

("O primavera gioventu dėl anno.")
Written Abroad in 1729.

Τ.

PARENT of blooming flowers and gay defires,

Youth of the tender year, delightful Spring,.

At whofe approach, infpir'd with equal fires,
The amorous Nightingale and Poet fing!

II.

Again doft thou return, but not with thee
Return the fmiling hours I once poffeft;
Bleffings thou bring'ft to others, but to me
The fad remembrance that I once was bleft.

III.

Thy faded charms, which Winter fnatch'd away,
Renew'd in all their former luftre fhine;

But, ah! no more shall hapless I be gay,

Or know the vernal joys that have been mine.

IV.

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.

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