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Poor girl (says Cælia) say no more ;
For shou'd the swain but one adore,
That (pite which broke his chains before,

Wou'd break the other's heart.

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MY days have been so wond'rous free,

The little birds chat fiy
With careless eale from tree to tree,

Were but as bleit as I.
Aík gliding waters, if a tear

Of mind increas'd their stream 1
Or ask the flying gales, if e'er

I lent one sigh to them?
But now my former days retire,

And I'm by beauty caught,
The tender chains of' sweet desire

Are fix'd upon my tiought.
Ye nightingales, ye twisting pines !

Ye Twains that haunt the grove!
Ye gentle echoes, breezy winds !

Ye close retreats of love!
With all of nature, all of art,

Alift the deas design ;
O teach a young, unpractis'd heart,

To inake my Nancy mine.
The very thought of change I hate,'

As much as of despair ;
Nor ever covet to be great,

Unless it be for her. 'Tis true, the passion in my mind

Is mix'd with soft distress; Yet while the fair I love is kind,

I cannot with it less.

Wanton (miles, and airy play,
Conspir'd to make the scene be gay;
Love pair'd the birds through all the grure,
And N rure bid them ling to Love,
Sittinghopping, Autr'ring, fing,
And p.y their tribute frim the wing,
To fledge the charts that wily lye,
And ye: unfeather d wait to fly.

'Tis thui, when spring renews the blood,
They meet in ev'ry trembling wood,
And thrice they make the plumes agree,
And ev'ry dart they mount with three,
And ev'ry dont can boatt a kind,
Which suits each proper turn of mind.

From the tou 'ring Eagle's plume
The gen’rous hearts accept their doom ;
Shot by the peacock's painted eye
The vin ind airy I vers dye :
For careful dames and frug! men,
The shafts are speckled by the hen.

and parrots deck the darts,
When pratiling wns the painting hearts;
When from the voice the pufiions spring,
The warbling firch affords a wing:
Together, by the fparrow itung,
Down fall the wanton and the young :
And fedeld by geeft the weapons fly,
When others love they know not why.

All this (as late I chanc'd tu rove)
I learn'd in yonder waving grove.
And see, says Love, (who call'd me near)
How much I deal with Nature here,
How both support a proper part,
She gives the feather, i che dart :
Then cease for fuuls averse to figh,
If Nature cross ye, lo do I;
My weapon there unfeather'd fies,
And shakes and shuffles through the skies.
But if the mutual charms I find
By which the links you mind to mind,
They wing my ibarts, I poize the darts,
And strike from both, through both your hearts.

ANACREONTICK.

WHEN spring came on with fresh delight,

To cheer the soul, and charm the light, While easy breezes, roler rain, And warmer suns salute the plain; 'Twas in yonder piny grove, That Na-ure went to meet with Love.

Green was her robe, and green her wreath,
Where e'er the trod, 'twas green beneath ;
Where e'er she turn'd, the pulses beat
With new recruits of genial heat ;
And in her train the birds appear,
To match for all the coming year.

Rais'd on a bank, where dailies grew,
And vi'iets intermix'd a blue,
She finds the boy she went to find;
A thousand plealures wait behind,
Alide, a thousand arrows lye,
But all unfeather'd wait to fiy.

When they met, the dame and boys
Dancing graces, idle joy,

ANACREONTIC. GAY Bacchus liking Eftcourt's wine,

A noble meal bespoke us ;
And for the guests that were to dine,

Brought Comus, Love, and Jocus.
The Gud near Cupid drew his chair,

Near Comus, Jocus placid;
For wine makes Love forgot its care,

And inirth exalts a feast.
The more to please the sprightly God,

Each sweet engaging grace
Put on some cloaths to come abroad,

And took a waiter's place.
Then Cupid nam'd at every glass

A lady of the sky;
While Bacchus swore he'd drink the lafs,

And bad it bumper high.
Fat Comus toft his Brimmers o'er,

And always got the mout;
Jocus took care to fill him more,

When er bc mint the toast.

They call'd and drank at every touch ;

He fill'd, and drank again ;
And if the Gods can take too much,

'Tis Guid, they did so then.
Gay Pacchus little Cupid ftung,

By reck'ping his deceits ;
Ana Cupid mock'd his stammering tongue,

With all his itagg’ring gaits :
And jocus drollid on Comus' ways,

And tales without a jeit ;
While Comus callid his witty plays

But waggeries at best.
Such talk foon set them all at odds ;

And, had i Homer's pen,
I'd ling ye, how they drunk like Gods,

And how they fought like men.
To part the fray, the graces fly,

Who make them foon agrce ;
Nay had the furies felves been nigh,

They still were three co three.
Bacchus appeas'd, rais'J Cupid up,

And gave him back his bow ; But kept fome darts to ftir the cup,

Where fack and sugar flow. Jocus took Comus' rofy crown,

And gayly wore the prize,
And thrice, in mirth, he puth'd him down,

As thrice, he strove to rise.
Then Cupid fought the myrtle grove,

Where Venus did recline;
And Venus close embracing Love,

They join'd to rail at wine.
And Comus loudly curling wit,

Rollid off to some retreat,
Where boon companions gravely fit

In fat unwieldy state.
Bacchus and focus, ftill behind,

For one fresh glass prepare ;
They kiss, and are exceeding kind,

And vow to be fincere.
But part in time, whoever hear

This our instructive song ;
For though such friendships may be dear,

They can't continue long.

Yet spite of all that nature did
To make has uncouth form forbid,

This creature dar'd to love..
He felt the charms of Edith's eyes,
Nor wanted hope to gain the prize,

Cou'd ladies look within ; But one Sir Topaz dressid with art, And, if a {hape could win a heart,

He had a shape to win. Edwin (if right I read my fong) With slighted paffion pac'd along

All in the moony light : 'Twas near an old enchanted couit, Where sportive fairies made resort

To revel out the night. His heart was drear, his hope was cross'd, 'I'was late, 'twas far, the path was loft

That reach'd the neighbour-town; With weary heps he quits the ihades, Resolv'd the sparkling dome the treads,

And drops his limbs adown.
But scant he lays him on the floor,
When hollow winds remove the door,

A trembling rocks the ground:
And (well I ween to count aright)
At once an hundred tapers light

On all the walls around.
Now founding tongues affail his ear,
Now founding feet approachen near,

And now the sounds encrease :
And from the corner where he lay
He sees a train profusely gay

Come prankling o'er the places
But (trust me gentles !) never yet
Was dight a masquing halt so neat,

Or half so rich before :
The country lent the sweet perfumes, ,
The sea the pearl, the ky the plumes,

The town its filken sture.
Now whilst he gaz'd, a gallant drest
In flaunting robes above the rest,

With awful accent sy'd ;
What mortal of a wretched mind,
Whose fight infect the balmy wind,

Has here presum'd to hide ?
At this the swain, whose vent'rous foul
No fears of magick art controul,

Advanc'd in open light;
" Nor have I cause of dread, he said,
" Who view, by no presumption led,

" Your revels of the night. “ 'Twas grief, for scorn of faithful love, " Which made my steps unweeting rose,

“ Amid the nightly dew." 'Tis well, the gallant crys again, We fairies never injure men

Who dare to tell us true.
Exalt thy love-dejected heart,
Be mine the task, or e'er we part,

To make thee grief resign;
Now take the pleasure of thy chaunce,
Whilft I with Mab my partner daunce,

Be little Mable thine.

A FAIR Y TALE:

In the ancient English Style.
IN Britain's ise and Arthur's days;
When midnight fairies daunc'd the maze,

Liv'd Edwio of the green ;
Edwin, I wis, a gentle youth,
Endow'd with courage, sense and truth,

Tho' badly shap'd he been.
His mountain back mote well be said
To measure heighth against his head,

And lift itself above ;

He spoke, and all a sudden there
Light music foats in wanion air :

The monarch leads the queen a
The reft their fairie part'ners found ;
And Mable trimly tript the ground

With Edwin of the green. The dauncing past, the board was laid, And liker such a feast was made

As heart and lip defire,
Witho:iten hands the dishes fly,
The glatles with a wish come nigh,

And with a wish retire.
But now to please the fairie king,
Full ev'ry deal they laugh and fing,

And antick feats devise ;
Some wind and tumble like an ape,
And other-some transmute their fhapo

In Edwin's wond'ring eyes.
"Till one at lat that Robin hight,
(Renown’d for pinching maids by night)

Has hent him up aloof;
And full against the beam he flung
Where by the back the youth he hung

To sprawl unneath the roof. From thence, « reverse my charm, he crysa.. “ And let it fairly now suffice

The gambol has been shown." But Oberon answers with a smile, Content thee Edwin for a while,

The vantage is thine own.
Here ended all the phantome-play ;
They smelt the fresh approach of day,

And heard a cock to crow ;
The whirling wind that bore the crowd
Has clapp'd the door, and whistled loudy

To warn them all to go.
Then screaming all at once they Ay,
And all at once the tapers dye ;

Poor Edwin falls to floor;
Forlorn his state, and dark the place,
Was ever wight in like a case

Through all the land before,
But fonn as Dan Apollo rose,
Full jolly creature home he goes,

He feets his back the less;
His honeft tongue and steady mind
Had rid bim of the lump behind,

Which made him want success.
With lusty livelyhed he talks,
He seems a dancing as he walks,

His story soon took wind;
And beauteous Edith sees the youth
Endow'd with courage, sense, and truth,

Without a bunch behind.
The Atory told, Sir Topax mov'd,
(The youth of Edith erst approv'd)

To see the revel scene :
At close of eve he leaves his home,
And wends to find the ruin'd dome

All on the gloomy plain.

As there he hides, it fo befell,
The wind came ruftling down a dell,

A shaking seiz'd the wall :
Up spring the tapers as before,
The Fairies bragly toot the floor,

And musick fills the hall.

But Certes forely funk with woe
Sir Topaz sees the Elphin show,

His fpirits in him dye :
When Oberon crys, “ a man is neat,
“ A mortal paffion, cleeped fear,

“ Hangs flagging in the sky.
With that Sir Topaz (hapless youth !)
In accents fault'ring ay for ruth

Intreats them pity graunt ;
For als he been a mister wight,
Betray'd by wand’ring in the night,

To tread the circled haunt ;
“ Ah lofell vile,' at once they roar ;.
“ And little skill'd of Fairie lore,

“ Thy cause to come we know :
" Now has thy kestrell courage fell ;
" And Fairies, fince a ly you tell,

“ Are free to work thee woe."
Then Will, who bears the wispy fire
To trail the swains among the mire,

The caitive upward Aung ;
There like a tortoise in a shop
He dangled from the chamber-top,

Where whilome Edwin hung.
The revel now proceed apace,
Deffily they frisk it o'er the place,

They fit, they drink, and eat;
The time with frolick mirth beguile,
And poor Sir Topaz hangs the wbile

"Till all the rout retreat.
By this the stars began to wink,
They ikriek, they fly, the tapers fink,

And down y'drops the knight a
For never spell by Fairie laid
With Atrong enchantment bound a glade

Beyond the length of night.
Chill, dark, alone, adreed, he lay,
'Till up the welkin rose the day,

Then deem'd the dole was o'er :
But wot ye well his harder lot?
His seely back the bunch has got

Which Edwin loft before.
This tale a Sybil nurse ared;
She softly strok'd my youngling head,

And when the tale was done,
." Thus some are born, my ron (she cries)
« With base impediments to rise,

< And some are born with none.
< But virtue can itself advance
" To what the fav’rite fools of chance,

« By fortune seem'd design'd: '
" Virtue can gain the odds of fate,
“ And from itself shake off the weight

• Upon th' unworthy mind."

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His torch extinct, his quiver useless hung,

His arrows idle, and his bow unftrung.
VIGIL OF VENUS.

And yet he nymphs, beware, his eyes have charms,

And love that's naked, fill is love in arms. Written in the time of Julius Cæsar, Let those who always lov’d, now love the more.

Let those love now, who never lov'd before, and by some ascribed to Catullus.

From Venus bow'r to Delia's lodge repairs

A virgin train, complete with modest airs : Let those love now, who never lov'd before,

66 Chafte Delia! grant our fuit ! or thun the "Let those who always lov'd, now love the more.

wood, The spring, the new, the warbling spring appears,

« Nor stain this sacred lawn with savage blood. The youthful season of reviving years ;

" Venus, o Delia! if the could persuade, In spring the Loves enkindle mutual heats,

" Wou'd ask thy presence, might she ask a The feather'd nation choose their tuneful mates,

maid." The trees grow fruitful with descending rain

Here cheerful choirs for three auspicious nights And drest in diff'ring greens adorn the plain,

With songs prolong the pleasurable rites : She comes ; to-morrow beauty's empress roves

Here crouds in measures lightly-decent rove, Thro' walks that winding run within the groves ;

Or seek by pairs the covert of the grove; She twines the shooting myrtles into bow'rs,

Where meeting greens for arbours arch above, And ties their meeting tops with wreaths of Aow'rs, And mingling flowrets strew the scenes of love, Then rais'd sublimely on her easy throne

Here dancing Ceres shakes the golden sheaves :
From Nature's powerful dictates draws her own.

Here Bacchus revels, deck'd with viny leaves :
Let those love now, who never lov'd before, Here wit's enchan:ing God in lawrel crown d
Let those who always lov'd, now love the more.

Wakes all the ravish'd hours with filver found.
'Twas on that day which saw the teeming flood Ye fields, ye forests, own Dione's reign,
Swell round, impregnate with celestial blood;

And Delia, huntress Delia, than the plain. Wand'ring in circles stood the finny crew,

Let chole love now, who never lov'd before, The midit was left a void expanse of blue,

Let those who always lov'd, now love the more. There parent ocean work'd with having throes, Gay with the bloom of all her opening year, And dropping wet the fair Dione rose.

The queen at Hybia bids her throne appear ; Let those love now, who never lov'd before, And there presides ; and there the fav'rite bar.d Let those who always lov’d, now love the more. (Her smiling graces) thare the great command.

She paints the purple year with vary'd show, Now beauteus Hybla! dress thy flowry beds
Tips the green gem, and makes the blossom glow, with all the pride the lavish season sheds;
She makes the turgid buds receive the breeze, Now all thy colours, all thy fragrance yield,
Expand to leaves, and make the naked trees.

And rival Enna's aromatic field;
When gath'ring dumps the misty nights diffuse, To fill the presence of the gentle court
She sprinkles all the morn with balmy dews;

From ev'ry quarter rural nymphs refurt.
Bright trembling pearls depend on ev'ry fpray, From woods, from mountains, from their humble
And kept from falling, seem to fall away,

vales, A glossy freshness hence the rose receives,

From waters curling with the wanton gales. And blushes sweet through all her filken leaves ;

Pleas'd with the joyful train, the laughing queen (The drops descending through the filent night,

In circles seats them round the bank of green; While stars serenely roll their golden light,)

And “ lovely girls, (The whispers) guard your Close 'till the morn, her humid veil she holds ; Then deck'd with virgin pomp the flow'r unfolds. « My boy, tho' stript of arms, abounds in arts. Soon will the morning blush : Yet maids ! prepare, Let those love now, who never lov'd before, In rosy garlands bind your flowing hair,

Let those who always lov'd, now love the more. 'Tis Venus' plant: The blood fair Venus fhed, Let tender grass in shaded alleys spread, O'er the gay beauty pour'd immortal red;

Let early flow'rs erect their painted head.
From Love's sweet kiss, a sweet ambrosial smell To-morrow's glory be to-morrow seen,
Was taught for ever on the leaves to dwell, That day, old Æther wedded earth in green.
From gems, from Aames, from orient rays of light, The vernal father bid the spring appear,
The richest lustre makes her purple bright ;

In clouds he coupled to produce the year,
And the to-morrow weds; the sporting gale The sap descending o'er her borom ran,
Unties her zone, she bursts the verdant veil ; And all the various forts of soul began.
Thro' all her sweets the riling lover flies,

By wheels unknown to fight, by secret veins And as he breathes, her glowing fires arise.

Distilling life, the fruitful goddess reigns Let those love now, who never lov'd before, Through all the lovely realms of native day, Let those who always lov'd, now love the more. Through all the circled land, and circling sea; Now fair Dione to the myrtle grove

With fertil feed the fill'd the pervious earth, Sends the gay nymphs, and sends her tender love. And ever fix'd the mystick ways of birth. And thall they venture ? Is it safe to go?

Let those love now, who never lov'd before, While nymphs have hearts, and Cupid wears a bow Let those who always lov'd, now love the more. Yes, safely venture, 'tis his mother's will;

'Twas the the parent, to the Latian fhors He wallos unarm’d and undefigning ill,

Through various dangers Troy's remainder bore.

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She won Lavinia for her warlike son,

Pterotractas, a bacon-eater.
And winning her, the Latian enpire won.

Lychupimax, a licker of dihes.
She gave to Mars the maid whote honour'd womb Erbarichytros,' a creeper into pots.
Swell'd with the founder of immortal Rome.

Lychenor, a name from licking.
Decoy'd by Shows the Sabine Dames the led,

Troglodytes, one who runs into holes. And iaught our vig'ruus youth the means to wed. Artophagus, who feeds on bread. Hence iprung the Romans, hence the race divine,

Tyrozlyphus, a cheese scooper. Thro' which great Cæsar draws his Julian line.

Pternoglyphus, a bacon scuoper. Let those love now, who never lov'd before,

Pterophagus, a bacon-eater. Let those who always lov'd, bow love the more.

Cnifl dioctes, one who foliuws she steam of in rural seats the foul of pleafuic reigns ;

kitchens. Thclife of beauty fills the rural scenes ;

Sitophagus, an cater of wheat, Ev'n love (if fame the truth of love declare)

Meridar pax, one who plunders his laure.
Drew first ehe breathings of a rural air.

Names of the Frogs.
Some pleasing meadow pregnant beauty prest,
Sbe laid her infapt on its How'ry breast,

PHYSIGNATHUS, one who swells his From nature's sweets he fipp'd the fragrant dew,

checks. He smild, be kiss'd them, and by killing grew.

Pelus, a name from mud. Let those love now, who never lov'd before,

Hydromedure, a ruler in the waters.
Let those who always lov'd, now love the more.

Hypliboas, a loui bawler.
Now bulls o'er stalks of broom cxtend their sides, Pelion, from mud.
Secure of favour from their lowing brides.

Seutlæus, called from the beets.
Now ftately rams their fleecy consorts lead,

Polyphonus, a great babbler: Who blcating follow thro' the wand'ring ihade.

Lymnocharis, one who loves the lake. And now the goddess bids the birds appcar,

Crambophagus, acabbage-eater. Raise all their Mutick, and falute the year :

Lymnifius, called from the lake. Then deep the fwand begins, and deep the song

Calaminthius, from the herb. Runs o'er the water where he fails along;

Hydrocharis, who loves the water.
While Philorucla tunes a treble strain,

Boi borocates, who lives in the mud,
And from the poplar charms the lift'ning plain, Pratiophagus, an eater of garlic.
We fancy love expreit at ev'ry note,

Pelurus, from mud.
It melts, it warbles, in her liquid throat.

Pelobates, who walks in the dirt. Of barb'rous Tereus the complains no more,

Piafixus, called from garlic.
But fings for pleasure as for grief before.

Cruugulides, tiom croaking.
And still her graces rite, her airs extend,
And all is filence 'ull the Syten end.
How long in coming is my lovely spring ?

HOMER'S
And when ihail i, and when the swallow ting?
Sweet Philomela, ceale, Or here I fit,

BATTLE OF
And silent lose ny rapt'rous hour of wit :

THE FROGS, &c. "Tisgone, the fitretires, the flames decay,

BOOK I.
My tuneful Phæbus fi es aver le away.
His own Amycle thus, a$ ttories run,

To fill my rising song with sacred fire,
But once was filent, and that once undone.

Ye tuneful nine, ye sweet celcitial choir ! Let those love now, who never lov'd before,

From Helicon’s embow'ring height repair ;
And those who always lov'd, now love the more.

Actend my labours, and reward my pray’r.
The dreadtul toils of raging Mars i write,
The springs of conteit, and the fields of fight;
How th: cat’ning mice advanc'd with warlike pr302,
And wag'd dire combats with the cioaking race.

Not louder tumults shook Olympus' tow'rs,
H OM ER'S

When earth-born giants dar'd immortal powers. BATRACHOMUOMACHIA:

These equal acts an equal glory claim,

And thus the mule records the tale to fame.
OR,

Onceon a time, fatigu'd and out of breath,
B A T T L E

And just escap'd the stretching claws of death,
Agentie Mouse, wbom cats pursu'd in vain,
Fled swift-of-foot across the neighb'ring plain,

Hung o'er a brink, his eager thirst to cool,
FROGSMICE.

And dipp'd his whiskers is the standing pool ;
When near a courteus Frog advanc'd bis head;
And from the waters, hoarse-resounding, said,
What art thou, ftranger ? What the line you

boaft?
Names of the MICE.

What chance hath cast thee panting on our PSYCARPAX one who plunders granaries.

coait ? Troxartas, a bread-eater.

With ftriétett truth let all thy words agrees Lychomile, a licker of meal,

Nor let me find a faithless Moule in these

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