But when Evanthe near the passage stood, Flung back a doubtful look, and shot the wood, "Now take," at once they cry, "thy due reward," And urg'd with erring rage, assault the bard. His corpse the sea received. The dolphins bore ('Twas all the gods would do) the corpse to shore. Methinks, I view the dead with pitying eyes, SONG. WHEN thy beauty appears, All bright as an angel new dropt from the sky; But when without art, Your kind thoughts you impart, When your love runs in blushes through every vein; When it darts from your eyes, when it pants in your heart, Then I know you're a woman again. There's a passion and pride In our sex, she replied, And thus (might I gratify both) I would do; Still an angel appear to each lover beside, But still be a woman to you. A SONG. THIRSIS, a young and amorous swain, Gay Cælia's eyes were dazzling fair, Sabina's easy shape and air With softer magic drew. He haunts the stream, he haunts the grove, Lives in a fond romance of love, And seems for each to die; Till each a little spiteful grown, Sabina Cælia's shape ran down, And she Sabina's eye. Their envy made the shepherd find No more he haunts the grove or stream, Engraves a wounded tree Ah Cælia! sly Sabina cried, Though neither love, we're both denied; Now to support the sex's pride, Let either fix the dart. Poor girl! says Cælia, say no more ; That spite which broke his chains before, SONG. My days have been so wondrous free, The little birds that fly With careless ease from tree to tree, Were but as bless'd as I. Ask gliding waters, if a tear Of mine increas'd their stream? Or ask the flying gales, if e'er But now my former days retire Ye nightingales, ye twisting pines! With all of nature, all of art, O teach a young, unpractis'd heart, |