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No pomps like these my humble vows require;
But now nor death nor parting fhould employ
SO N G.
Written in the Year 1732.
AY, Myra, why is gentle Love
Which Pity and Esteem can move;
Which can be just and kind?
Is it, because you fear to share
The jealous doubt, the tender care,
Alas! by fome degree of woe
We every blifs must gain:
The heart can ne'er a transport know,
That never feels a pain.
Written at Mr. POPE's Houfe at Twickenham,
which he had lent to Mrs. GREVILLE.
In Auguft, 1735.
O, Thames, and tell the bufy town,
Ꮐ Not all its wealth or pride
Could tempt me from the charms that crown
Thy flowery fide, where Pope has plac'd
The Mufes' green retreat,
With every fmile of Nature grac'd,.
With every art complete.
But now, fweet Bard, thy heavenly song
Yet ftill, for beauteous Greville's fake,
Greville, whofe eyes have power to make
ONE without hope c'er lov'd the brightest fair:
To Mr. WEST, at WICKHAM *.
Written in the Year 1740.
AIR Nature's fweet fimplicity,
With elegance refin'd,
Well in thy feat, my friend, I fee,
But better in thy mind.
To both, from courts and all their state,
Eager I fly, to prove
Joys far above a Courtier's fate,
Tranquillity and Love.
See the Infcriptions in Mr. Weft's Poems.
TO MISS LUCY FORTESCUE.
ONCE, by the Mafe alone infpir'd
I fung my amorous strains :
No ferious love my bosom fir'd;
But Venus now, to punish me
TO THE SAME;
HAMMON D'S ELEGIES.
LL that of Love can be exprefs'd,
In these foft numbers fee;
But, Lucy, would you know the rest,
It must be read in me.
TO THE SAME.
O him who in an hour muft die,
Not more that trembling wretch would give,
Than I to fhorten what remains
Of that long hour which thee detains.
Oh! come to my impatient arms,
Oh! come, with all thy heavenly charms,
At once to justify and pay
The pain I feel from this delay.
TO THE SAME,
10 cafe troubled mind of anxious care,
Laft night the fecret cafket I explor'd,
Where all the letters of my abfent fair
(His richest treasure) careful Love had ftor'd:
every word a magic spell I found