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THE PROGRESS OF LOVE.
IN FOUR ECLOGUES.
To Mr. POPE.
II. HOPE. To the Hon. GEORGE DODDINGTON. III. JEALOUSY. TO EDWARD WALPOLE, Efq; IV. POSSESSION. To the Right Hon. the Lord Viscount CовHAM.
UNCERTAINTY. ECLOGUE I. To Mr. POPE.
POPE, to whofe reed beneath the beachen shade, The Nymphs of Thames a pleas'd attention paid; While yet thy Mufe, content with humbler praise, Warbled in Windfor's grove her fylvan lays; Though now, fublimely borne on Homer's wing, Of glorious wars and godlike chiefs the fing: Wilt thou with me revifit once again The crystal fountain, and the flowery plain? Wilt thou, indulgent, hear my verfe relate The various changes of a lover's state; And, while each turn of paffion I purfue, Afk thy own heart if what I tell be true?
To the green margin of a lonely wood,
No fenfe of intereft could their mafter move,
But, though his voice was mute, his looks complain'd;
"Yet cruel Love, that troubler of the breast,
"Too often violates your boasted rest;
"With inbred storms disturbs your calm retreat, "And taints with bitterness each rural sweet.
"Ah luckless day! when firft with fond furprize "On Delia's face I fix'd my eager eyes! "Then in wild tumults all my foul was toft, "Then reafon, liberty, at once were loft:
"And every wish, and thought, and care, was gone,
"Then too fhe fmil'd: can fmiles our peace destroy,
"Thought could not guard, nor will reftore, thy peace:
"And footh the pain thou know'ft not how to cure, ἐσ Come, flattering Memory! and teli my heart "How kind she was, and with what pleafing art "She ftrove its fondeft wishes to obtain, "Confirm her power, and fafter bind my chain. "If on the green we danc'd, a mirthful band; To me alone fhe gave her willing hand: "Her partial tafte, if e'er I touch'd the lyre, "Still in my fong found something to admire.
"By none but her my crook with flowers was crown'd,
By none but her my brows with ivy bound:
"The world that Damon was her choice believ'd,
Coldly fhe heard, and full of fcorn withdrew, "Without one pitying glance, one sweet adieu. "The frighted hind, who fees his ripen'd corn "Up from the roots by fudden tempeks torn, "Whofe faireft hopes destroy'd and blasted lie, Feels not fo keen a pang of grief as I.
"Ah, how have I deferv'd, inhuman maid, "To have my faithful fervice thus repaid? "Were all the marks of kindnefs I receiv'd, "But dreams of joy, that charm'd me and deceiv'd? "Or did you only nurfe my growing love, "That with more pain I might your hatred prove? "Sure guilty treachery no place could find "In fuch a gentle, fuch a generous mind: "A maid brought up the woods and wilds among "Could ne'er have learnt the art of courts fo young: "No; let me rather think her anger feign'd, "Still let me hope my Delia may be gain'd;
"Twas only modefty that feem'd disdain,
When now the fetting fun more fiercely burn'd,
HOPE. ECLOGUE II.
To Mr. DODDINGTON.
[Afterwards LORD MELCOMBE REGIS.]
EAR, Doddington, the notes that shepherds fing, Like those that warbling hail the genial fpring. Nor Pan, nor Phoebus, tunes our artless reeds : From Love alone their melody proceeds.
From Love, Theocritus, on Enna's plains,
Damon no longer fought the filent shade,
“Blest be the hour, he said, that happy hour, "When first I own'd my Delia's gentle power; "Then gloomy difcontent and pining care "Forfook my breast, and left soft wishes there "Soft wishes there they left, and gay defires, "Delightful languors, and tranfporting fires.. "Where yonder limes combine to form a shade, "These eyes first gaz'd upon the charming maid ;. “There she appear'd, on that aufpicious day,
"When fwains their fportives rites to Bacchus pay :.. "She led the dance-heavens with what grace fhe
"Who could have feen her then, and not have lov'd.? "I ftrove not to refift fo fweet a flame,
"But gloried in a happy captive's name ;
"Nor would I now, could Love permit, be free,, "But leave to brutes their favage liberty.
* Mr. Doddington had written fome very pretty loveverfes, which have never been published. LYTTELT.