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Unable to satisfy the covetous Temper of Neæra, On his falling in love with Nezera.

he intends to make a Campaign, and try, if FARES AREWELL hat liberty our fathers gave, poflible, to forget her. In vain they gave, their sons receiv'd in vain :

DIEU, ye walls, that guarri my cruel fair, 1 faw Neæra, and her instant llave,

No more I'll fit in roly fetters bound, Though born a Briton, hugg'd the servile chain. My limbs have learnt the weight of arms to bear,

My rousing spirits feel the trumpet's found, Her ulage well repays my coward heart, Meadly she triumphs in her lover's shame, Few are the maids that now on merit (mile, No healing joy relieves his constant smart, On spoil and war is bent this iron aye : No smile of love rewards the loss of fame. Yet pain and death attend on war and spoil,

Unsated vengeance and remorseless rage. Oh, that to feel these killing pangs no morc,

To purchase spoil, even love itself is fold, On Scythian hills I lay a senseless stone,

Her lover's heart is lease Ncara's care, Was fix'd a rock amidst the watery roar,

And I through war must leek deteited gold, And in the vast Atlantic stood alone.

Not for myself, but for my venal fair : Adieu, ye Mases, or my passion aid,

That while she bends beneath the weight of dress, Why should I loiter by your idle spring ? The stiffen'd robe may spoil her easy inien; My humble voice would move one only maid, And art mistaken make her beauty less, And the contemas the trifles which I sing. While still it hides fome graces better seen. I do not alk the lofey Epic strain,

But if such toys can win her lovely smile, Nor strive to paint the wonders of the sphere;

Hers be the wealth of Tagus' golden sand, I only fing one cruel maid tu gain,

Hers the bright gems that glow in India's foil, Adieu, ye Mufes, if he will not hear.

Hers the black fons of Afric's sultry land.

To please her eye let every loom contend, Ne more in useless inpocence I'll pine,

For her be rifled Ocean's pearly bed. Since guilty presents win the greedy fair,

But where, alas! would idle fancy tend, I'll tear its honours from the broken fhrine,

And footh with dreams a youthful poet's head? But chiefly thine, O Venus ! will I tear.

Let others buy the cold unloring maid, Deceiv'd by thee, I lov'd a beauteous maid, In forc'd embraces act the tyrant's part, Who beuds on sordid gold her low desires: While I their selfith luxury upbraid, Nor worth nor paslion can her heart persuade, And scorn die person where I doubt the heart. But Love must act what Avarice requires.

Thus warm’d hy pride, I think I love no more, Unwise who first, the charm of nature lost,

And hide in threats the weaknels of my mind; With Tyrian purple soil'd the snowy sheep;

In vain,-though Reason Ay the hated door, Uowiser still who seas and mountains crost,

Yet Love, the coward Love, ftill lags behind,
To dig the rock, and search the pearly deep;
These costly toys our filly fair' surprise,
The hining follies cheat their feeble light,

Their hearts secure in trifles, love despise,
Tis vain to court them, but more vain to write.

He upbraids and threatens the Avarice of Neera,

and resolves to quit her. Why did the gods conceal the little mind, And earthly thoughts beneath a heavenly face; And gollen torrents stream from every part, Forget the worth that dignifics mankind, That craving bosom still would heave for more, Yet smooth and polith to each outward grace? Not all the gods could satisfy thy heart. Hence all the blame that Love and Venus bear, But may thy folly, which can thus disdain Hence pleasure short, and anguish ever long,

My honest love, the mighty wrong repay, Hence tears and fighs, and hence the pee vish fair, May in dnight fire involve thy fordid gaia, The froward lover-hence this angry long.

And on the thining heaps of rapine prey;


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May all the youths, like me, by love deceivid,

Not quench the ruin, but applaud the doom;
And, when thon dy'st, may not one heart be

The lover is at first introduced speaking to his griev'd,

Servant, he afterwarus addresles himfelf to his May not one tear bedew the lonely tomb.

Miffress, and at last there is a supposed Inter

view between them.
But the deserving, tender, generous maid,
Whore only car is her poor lover's mind,

VITH wine, more wine, deceive thy mafer's
Though ru'bless are may bid her beauty fade,
In cvery friend to love, a friend shall find : Till creeping funber footh his troubled breaft,
And, when the lamp of life will burn no more,

Letni a whilper stir the filent air,
When dead she seems as in a gentle sleep,

if hupless love a while content to rest.
The pitying neighbour shall her lofs deplore,

Unioward guards befet mv Cyrthia's doors, And round the bier aflemblod lovers wecp:

And cruel lorhsth' in prison'd fair conceal, With flowery garlands ea h revolving year,

Niay lighenmgs blast whom love in vain implores

, Shall firew the grave where love and softness rest,

And Jove's own thunder rive thufc bolts of fter!
Then home retiring, drop the pious tear,

Ah, gentle door, attend my humble call,
And bid the turf lie caly on her breaft.

Nor let thy founding hinge our thefts betray,
So all my curles far from thee ihall fall,
We angry lovers mean not half we lay.
Remember now the flowery wreaths I gave,
When firit I tild thee of my bold desires,

Northou, O Cynthi, fcar the watchfullave,

Verius will favour what herself inspires.

Sheguides the youth who see not where they treadh To his friend, written under the confinement of Shefiews the virgin how to turn the door, a long Indifpofition,

Softly to steal from off her filent bed,

And not a step betray her on the floor. HILF. calm you fit beneath your sacred The fearleis lover wants no beam of light, snade,

The roliber !.nows him, nor obftruéts his way, And lose in pleasing thought the summer-day,

Sacred he wanders through the pathiefs night,
Or tempt the wish of some unpractis'd maid, Belongs to Venus, and can never fray.
Whose heart at once inclines and fears to firay: I fiore the chilling wind and beating rain,
The sprightly vigour of my youth is fled,

Nor heed cold watchings on the dewy grund,
Lonely and sick, on death is all my thought, If all the fardhaps I for love luftain,
Oh, spare, Perlephone, this guiltless head, With love's victoriousjoys at lait be crown'd:
Love, too much love, is all thy luppliant's fault. With lud leg ítep let none our blifs surp ize,
No virgin's easy faith i e'er betray'd,

Or check the freedom of secure delight-
My tongue ne'er boalled of a feign'd embrace ; Rail man beware, and thut thy curious eyes
No poisons in the cup havel convey'd,


angry Venus Inatih their guilty tighi. Nor veil'd deftruction with a friendly face: But should's thou fee, th’important secret hiday, No secret horrors gnaw this quict breaft,

Though question’d by the powers of earth an This pious hand ne'er robb d the facred fane,

heaven, I ne'er disturb’d the gods' eternal rest

The prating tongue shall love's revenge abide, With curius lcud, - but oft have pray'd in vain. Still lue for grace, and never be forgiven. No sealth of tinie has thieu'd my flowing hair, A wizard-dame, the lover's ancient friend,

With magic charm has deuft thy husband's car, Nor age yet bent nie with his iron hand

At her command i saw the itars defiend,
Ah! why so soon the tender bloflom tear!

sind winged lightnings stop in mid carcer.
Ere autumn yet the ripen'd fruit demand?
Ye gods, whoe'er in gloomy shades below, I saw her tanp, and cleave the folid ground,
Now slowly tread your melancholy round; While ghailly spectres round 175 wildly roam;

iw them hi arken to be! potent sound,
Now wandering view the paleful rivers flow,
And musing hearken to their folemn sound; Till, Lar'd at day, they fought their dreary hone

At her command the vigorous summer pines,
Oh, let me still enjoy th' chearful day,

And wintery clouds obscure the hopeful year;
Till, many years unheeded o'er me rollid,
Pleas'd in my age, I trifle life away,

At her it rong bidding, gloomy winter hics,
And tell how much we lov’d, ere I


old. And vernal costs on the ľnows appear.
But you, who now, with festive garlands crown'd, She gave these charms, which I on thee beltow,
In chace of pleasure the gay moments spend, They dim the eye, and dull the jealous mind,
By quick enjoyment heal love's pleasing wound, For me they make a husband nothing know,
And grieve for nothing but your absent friend. For me, and only me, they make him blind:

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But what did most this faithful heart Surprize, The scorching heats I'd carelessly defpife,
She boasted that her kill could let it free;

Nor heed the blisters on my tender hand;
This faithful heart the boalted freedoin flies; The great Apollo wore the fanie ciluile,
How could it venture to abandon thee?

Like me subdued to love's supreme command.
No healing herbs could footh their mafter's pain,
The art of phyfic loft, and use lefslay,

To Peneus fream, and Tempe’s ihady plaini,

He drove his herds beneath the moon tide ray: He adjures Delia to pity him, by their Friendship | Oft with a blearing lamb in either arm, with Cælia, who was lately dead. His ? luthing Sister saw him pace along;

Ofe would his voice the silent valley charm, HOUSANDS would seek the lasting peace of | Till lowing oxen broke the tender long. death,

Where are his triumphs? where his warlike toil ? And in that harbour (hun the storm of care,

Where by his darts the crifted Pithon lain? Officious hope ftill holds the feeting breath, Where are his Delphi? his delightful ille? She teils them till,-To-morrow will be fuit. The God himself is grown a cortige Twain. she tells them, Delia, I shall thee obtain,

0, Ceres! in your golden fields no more, But can I listen to her syren song,

With Harvest's cheurful pomp my fair detain,-Who seven flow months have dragg'diny painful | Think what for loft Proserpina you hore, chain,

And in a mother's anguish icel n'y pain. Solong thy lover, and despis'd so long?

Our wifer fathers left their fields uníown, By all the joys thy dearest Cælia gave,

Their food was acorns, love their sole employ, Lct not her once-lov'd friend unpitied burn;

They met, they lik'd, they staid but till alone, So may her ashes find a peaceful grave,

Ind in each valley snatch'd the honest joy. And feep uninjur'd in their sacred urn.

No wakeful guard, no doors to stop defire, To ter ! first avow'd my timorous flame,

Tirice happy times! But, oh. I !ondly rave, She nurs'd my hopes, and taught me how to sue, | Lead me to Delia, all her

eyes inspire
She still would piry what the wife night blame, Ill do.--I'll plough, or dig as Delia's llave.
And feel for weakntis which she never knew :
Ab, do not grieve the dear lamented fhade,
That hovering round us all my sufferings hears,

She is my Saint,--to her my prayer; are made,
With oft repeated gists of flowers and lears : He despairs that he mali ever porTess Delia.
To her fad tomb at midnight I retire,

H, what avails thy lover's pious care ? dod lonely ficting by the filene lone', I te!l it all the griefs my wrongs inspire, Nor wealth nor greatness was his idle prayer, The marble image seems to hear my nioan : For thee alone he pray'd, thee hop'd to gain : Thy friend's palc ghost hall vex thy sleepless bed, with thee I hop'd to walle the pleasing day, And stand before thee all in virgin white; Till in thy armsan age oljoy was pat, That ruthless botom will disturb the dead, Thun, old with love, intentiyly decay," And call forth pity from eternal night :

And on thy bosom gently breathe my Jast. Cease, cruel man, the mournful theme forbear, I scorn the Lydian river's golden wave, Though much thou suffea, to thyself complain : And all the vulgar charms of human life, Ah, to rccal the sad remembrance (pare,

I only ask to live my Delia's lavé,
One tear from her, is more than all my pain. And, when I long have serv'd her, call her wife :

I only ask, of her I love poffent,
To fink, o'ercome with blits, in fase repose,

To strain her yielding beauties to my breait,

And lils her wearico eye-lids till they close.
On Delia's being in the Country, where he sup- Airend, gay Venus, parent of delire;

Attend, O Juno! with thy sober car, poses the Itays to see the Harveft.

This one fond with, if you refule to hear,

Oh, let me with this ligh of love expire. TOW

Dull are the hearts that still in town remain, Venas herself attends on Delia there,

And Cupid Sports amid the fylvan train.

He has lost Delia.
Oh, with what joy, my Delia to behold,
I'd press the spade, or wield the mighty prong,


And rob a lover of his weeping fair, mold,

Hard was the man, but harder, in my mind, And patient goad the loitering oz along: The lover still, who died not of despair : Vol. V.



A in vain,

Guide the now plough-fhare thro the unborn Hwho could firft ewo gentle hearts unbind,

With mean disguise !et others nature hide, What I demand, perhaps her heart defires,
And mimic virtue with the paint of art,

But virgin fears her nicer tongue reltrain;
I fcorn the cheat of realon's foolish pride, The secret thought, which blushing love inspires,
And boast the grateful weakness of my heart. The conscious eye can ull as well explain.
The more I think, the more I feel my pain,
And learn the more each heavenly charni to prize;
While fools tno light for paffion, fase remain,
And dull sensation keeps the Aupid wise.

E L E G Y XI. Sad is my day, and sad my lingering night, Against Lovers going to War, in which he philoWhen, wrapt in filent grief, I weep alone, Sophically prefers Love and Delia to the nore D lia is lost, and all my past delight

serious Vanities of the Wor.d. Is now the source of unuvailing moan. Where is the wit that height-n'd beauty's charms / THf man who sharpen’d first the warlike feel,

How fe'l and deadly was his iron heali, Where is the face thar fed my longing eyes?

He gave the wound encountering nat.ons fcel, Where is the shape that might have bles my

arms? And death grew ftringer by his fatal art : Where arı tho e hopes relentless Fate denies ? Yet not from steel de bate and battle rose, When spent with endless grif I die at last,

"Tis gold o'erturns the even scale of life, Lelia may come, and see niy poor remains,

Nature is free to all, and none were focs, Oh, Delia! after such an absence past,

Till partial luxury began the strife. Canit thou still love, and not forget my pains ? Let spoil and victory adorn the bold, Wilt thou in tears thy lover's corse attend,

While linglorious neither hope nor fcar, With eyes averted light the folemn pyre,

Perish the thirst of honour, thirst of gold, Till all around the doleful flames ascend,

Ere for my absence Delia lose a tear : Then, slowly sinking, by degrees expire ? Why should the lover quit his pleasing home, To footh the hovering foul, be thine the carc,

In search of danger on some foreign ground; With plaintive cries to lead the mournful band,

Far from his weeping fair ungrateful roam, In fable weeds the golden vafe to bear,

And risk in every stroke a double wound? And cull ny ashes with thy trembling hand! Ah, bitter far, beneath the spreading shade, Panchaia’s odours be their costly feast,

With chearful friends to drain the sprightly bowl, And all the pride of Ali's fragrant year;

Tosing the beauties of my darling maid,
Give then the treasures of the farthest last, And on the sweet iclea feast my soul:
And, what is fill more precious, give thy tear. Then full of love to all her charms retire,
Dying for thee, there is in death a pride, And fold her blushing to my eager breast,
Let all the world thy hapless lover know,

Till, quite v'ercome with softness, with defore, No filent urn the noble pallion hide,

Like me she pants, she faints, and finks to rest. But dceply graven thus my sufferings show : Here lies a youth, borne down with love and care, He could not long his Delia's lof abide, Joy leit his bolom with the parting fair,

And when he durft no longer hope, he dy'd.”

To Delis.

This folemin leagu did firi: our pallion bingo

Thou, only thou, canst pleate thy lover's cyes,

Thy voice alone can footh his truubied mind. On Delia's Birth-day.

Oh, that thy charms were only fair to me, HIS day, whiih Saw my D-lia's beauty rise, Dilplease all others, and secure my reft,

Shall more than all ous facred days be bles, No need of envy,- let me happy be, The world eramour'd of her lovely eyes,

į litele care that oth rs know me b et. Shall grow as good and gentle as her lireast.

With thee in gloomy deserts let me dwe'l, By all our guarded lighs, and hid desires,

Where never human footstep mark'd the ground Oh, may our guiltless love be Bill the fame! Thou, ight of life, all darkriess can expei, I burn, and ; lory in the ; leasing fires,

And seem a world with folitude around. If Delia's beauty share the mutual fume.

I say too much--my heed oss words restore, Thou happy genius of her natal hour,

My tongue undoes me in this loving hour; Accept her incense, if her thought be kind; Thou know''t thy strength, and thence insulting But let her court in vain thy angry power,

more, If all our vows pre blotted from her mind. Will make me feel the weight of all thy power: And thou, O Venus, hear my righteous prayer, Whare'ir lfelthy slave I will remain, Or bind the shepherdess, or loose the fwain, Nor fly the burden I am form’d to ear, Yet rather guard them..oth with equal care, In chains Ili fit me down at Venus fane And let them dic together in thy chain : She knows my wrongs, and will rogard my prayer.





For her I'll yoke my oxen to the plough,

In gloomy forests tend my lonely flock; Me imagines himself married to Delia, and that For her a goat-herd climb the mountain's brow,

content xvith cach other, they are retired into And Deep extended on the naked rock : the Country.

Ah, what avails to press the stately bed,

And far from her 'midst tasteless grandeur weep,
ET others boast their hcaps of Mining gold,
And view their fields, with waving plenty And, while they murmur, strive in vain to sleep?

By marble fountains lay the pensive head,
Whom neighbouring foes in constant terror kold, Delia alone can please, anıl never tire,
And trumpets brzak their numbers, never sound :

Exceed the paint of thougrt in true delight,

With her, enjoyment wakens new desire, While calmly poor I trifle life away,

And equal rapture glows through every night : Enjoy sweet leisure by my chearful fire, Ao wanton hopes my quiet shall betray,

Reauty and worth in her alike contend, Eut, cheaply blett, I'll scorn each vain desire. To charm the fancy, and to fix the inind; With timely care l'il sow my little field,

In her my wife, my mistress, and my friend, And pant my orchard with its master's hand,

I taste the joys of tense and reason join'd. No: blush to spread the hay, the hook to wield, On her I'll gaze, when others loves are o'er, Orʻrange niy fheaves along the sunny land, And dying press her with my clay-cold hand, I late at dusk, while carelessly I roam,

Thou weep'st already, as I were no more, i mect a ftrolling kid, or bleating lanıb,

Nor can that gentle breast the thought withstand. Under my arm l'll bring the wanderer home,

Oh, when I die, my latest moments spare, And not a little chide its thoughtless dam.

Nor let thy grief with sharper torments kill,

Wound not thy cheeks, nor hurt that flowing hair, What joy to hear the tempest howl in vain, And clasp a fearful mistress to my breast?

Though I am dead, my foul shall love thee ftill. Or, luli'd to Number by the beating rain, Oh, quit the room, oh, quit the deathful bed, Secure and happy, sink at last to relt?

Or thou wilt die, so tender is thy heart;

Oh, leave me, De'ia; cre thou see me dead, Or, if the sun in flaning Leo ride,

Those wecping friends will do thy mournful part: By inady rivers indolently stray, And with my Delia, walking side by side,

Let them, extended on the decent hier, Hear how they murmur, as they glide away?

Convey the corse in melancholy state, What joy to wind along the cool retreat,

Through all the vilage spread the tender tear,

While pitying maids our wonderous loves relate: 'Toftop; and gaze on Delia as I go? To mingle fiveet discourse with kisses sweet,

EL EGY XIV. And teach my lovely scholar all I know?

To Dail. Thus peasid at heart, and not with fancy's dream, lo litat happiness I rest unknown ;

HATscenesof blissmy raptur'd fancyframid, Content with what I arn, not what I seem, I live for Delia and myself alone.

Though re::lon then my fanguine fondness blam'd,

Itull believd what flattering love inspir'd : Ah, foolish man, who thus of her possest, Could float and wander with ambition's wind, But now my wrongshave taught my humbledmind, And if his outward crappings spoke him blest,

Co dangerous blits no longer to pretend, Nis heed the fickness of his conscious mind!

In books a calm, but fix'd content to find, With her I scorn the idle breath of praise,

Safe joys, that on ourselves alone depend : Nor trust to happiness that's n it our own:

With them the gentle moments I beguile, The smile of fortune migh: fufpicion ruile,

In learned ease, and el gant delight, But here I know that I am lov'd alone.

Compare the beautics oi cach different stile,

Each various ray of wit's diffusive light: Stanhope, in wisdom as in wit divine,

Now mark the strength of Milton's lacred lines, May rise, and plead Britannia’s glorious cause,

Sense rais'u by genius, fancy rul'd hy art, With steady ruin his eager wit confine,

Where all the glory of the Godhead shines, While maniy sense the decp a tention draws.

And earliest innocence enchants the heart, Let Stanhope fpeak his listening country's wrongs. Now, fir'd by Pope and Virtue, leave the age My humble voice Hall please one partial maid; In low pursuit of self-undoing wrong, For her alene | pen ny tender song,

And race the author :hrough his moral page, Securely fitting in his friendly flade.

Whose blamelets list still answers to his long. Sianhope shall come, and grace his riral friend, li time and books my lingering pain can heal, Delia shall wonder at her noble guclt,

And reason fix its empire c'er ny heart, With blushing awe the riper fruit commend, My patriot breast a noble warmth shall feel, And for her husband's patron culi the best. And glow with love, where weakness has no part. Hers be the care of all my little train,

Thy heart, Lyttleton, shall be my guide, While I with tender indolence am blest,

Its fire shail warn me, and its worth improve;
The favourite subject of her gentle reign, Thy heart, above all envy, and all pride,
By lose alone distinguished from the rain

Firm as man's sense, and soft as woman love.


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