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To spurn the shepherd's fimple reeds
And paint heroic ancient deeds,
Record old ARTHUR's magic tale,
And EDWARD, fierce in fable mail.
Sing royal BRUTUS' lawless doom,
And brave BONDUCA, fcourge of Rome;
Great PENDRAGON's fair-branched line,
Stern ARVIRAGE, and old LOCRINE.

O ever to fweet Poefie, Let me live true votary!

She shall lead me by the hand,

Queen of foft fimiles and folace bland!

She from her facred ftores shall shed

Ambrofial flow'rets o'er

my

head:

She fhall be my blooming bride,
With her as years fucceffive glide,
I'll ever hold fweet dalliance,
Enwrapt as in fome magic trance.

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I.

S late I ftrove LUCILLA's lip to kiss,
She with difcurtefee reprov'd my will;
Doft thou, she said, affect so pleasant bliss,
A fimple shepherd, and a lofell vile ?
Not Fancy's hand should join my courtly lip
To thine, as I myself were fast asleep.

II.

As thus fhe fpake, full proud and boafting laffe,
And as a peacocke pearke, in dalliance

She bragly turned her ungentle face,
And all difdaining ey'd my shape askaunce:
But I did blush, with grief and shame yblent,
Like morning rofe with hoary dewe besprent.

III.

Tell me, my fellows all, am I not fair ?
Has fell enchantrefs blasted all my charms?
Whilom mine head was fleek with treffed hayre,
My laughing eyne did shoot out love's alarms :
E'en KATE did deemen me the fairest swain,
When erft I won this girdle on the plain.

IV.

My lip with vermil was embellifhed,
My bagpipes notes loud and delicious were,
The milk-white lilly, and the rose so red,
Did on my face depeinten lively cheere,
My voice as foote as mounting larke did shrill.
My look was blythe as MARG'RET's at the mill.

V.

But fhe forfooth, more fair than MADGE or KATE,
A dainty maid, did deign not fhepherd's love;
Nor wift what THENOT told us fwains of late;
That VENUS fought a shepherd in a grove;
Nor that a heav'nly God who PHOEBUS height,
To tend his flock with fhepherds did delight.

VI.

Ah! 'tis that VENUS with accurit defpight,
That all my dolour, and my fhame has made!
Nor does remembrance of her own delight,
For me one drop of pity fweet perfuade?
Aye hence the glowing rapture may she miss,
Like me be fcorn'd, nor ever taste a kiss!

INSCRIBED

ON A BEAUTIFUL

GROTTO NEAR THE WATER.

THE

I.

HE Graces fought in yonder ftream,
To cool the fervid day,

When love's malicious godhead came,

And ftole their robes away.

II.

Proud of the theft, the little god

Their robes bade DELIA wear;

While they afham'd to ftir abroad,
Remain all naked here.

LOVE ELEGY.

BY MR. SMALLET.

I.

Here now are all my flatt'ring dreams of joy!

W MONIMIA, my reft;

MONIMIA, give my foul her wonted reft ;Since first thy beauty fix'd my roving eye, Heart-gnawing cares corrode my penfive breast!

II.

Let happy lovers fly where pleasures call,
With feftive fongs beguile the fleeting hour;
Lead Beauty thro' the mazes of the ball,
Or prefs her wanton in love's roseate bow'r.

III.

For me, no more I'il range th' empurpled mead, Where fhepherds pipe, and virgins dance around? Nor wander thro' the woodbine's fragrant shade, To hear the mufic of the grove refound.

IV,

I'll feek fome lonely church, or dreary hall, Where fancy paints the glimm'ring taper blue, Where damps hang mould'ring on the ivy'd wall, And fheeted ghofts drink up the midnight dew;

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