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EAUTY! thou wild fantastic ape,
Who dost in every country change thy shape !
Thou Babel, which confound'st the eye
Who haft no certain What, nor Where; But vary'st still, and doft thyself declare
Inconstant, as thy she-professors are.
Beauty ! Love's scene and masquerade,
Which light or base we find, when we
For, though thy being be but show,
Beauty! thou active, passive ill!
Beauty! whose flames but meteors are,
Who dar'ft not thine own home descry, Pretending to dwell richly in the eye, When thou, alas ! dost in the fancy lie.
Beauty! whose conquests still are made O'er hearts by cowards kept, or else betray'd ; Weak victor! who thyself destroy'd must be When Sickness storms, or Time besieges thee !
Thou ’unwholesome thaw to frozen age ! Thou strong wine, which youth's fever dost enrage!
Thou tyrant, which leav'st no man free ! Thou subtle thief, from whom nought safe can be ! Thou murderer, which haft kill'd, and devil, which
would'st damn me!
THE PART IN G.
S men in Greenland left beheld the sun
From their horizon run,
And thought upon the sad half- -year Of cold and darkness they must suffer there : So on my parting mistress did I look;
With such swoln eyes my farewell took ;
Ah, my fair star! said I; Ah, those blest lands to which bright Thou doft fly! In vain the men of learning comfort me,
And say I 'm in a warm degree ;
Say what they please, I say and swear 'Tis beyond eighty' at least, if you 're not here. It is, it is; I tremble with the frost,
And know that I the day have lost;
And those wild things which men they call, I find to be but bears or foxes all,
Return, Return, return, gay planet of mine East,
Of all that shines thou much the beft!
And, as thou now descend'st to sea,
So truly art the sun to me,
Add one more likeness (which I'm sure you can) And let me and my sun beget a man!
HERE, take my likeness with you, whild 'tis so ;
The next fun's rising will behold
The man who did this picture draw,
If you upon this shadow smile,
And absence so much alter me,
And your bright looks awake it,
And hear it breathe a figh or two ;
My My rival-image will be then thought bleft,
And laugh at me as difpoffeft;
Wilt rather send again for me,
No, wretched heart! swell till
break. She cannot love me if she would ; And, to say truth, 'twere pity that she should.
No; to the grave thy sorrows bear ;
As silent as they will be there :
So handsomely the thing contrive,
So perish, that her killing thee
'Tis nobler much for me, that I
This will look justly, and become
The censuring world will ne'er refrain
From judging men by thunder Nain.
So bold to ask her to make me,
I will not ; 'tis a milder fate
And yet this death of mine, I fear,
When, found in every other part,
For the last tempest of my death
Shall figh out that too with my breath.
Some pity and fome envy me;
THE MONOPOL Y. HAT mines of sulphur in my breast do lie,
That feed th' eternal burnings of my heart ! Not Ætna flames more fierce or constantly, The founding shop of Vulcan's smoky art :
Vulcan his top has placed there,
And Cupid's forge is set-up here.
Ah, cruel God! and why to me
Gave you this čurst monopoly ?