Inferior Cupids on their master wait ;

He fmiles well-pleas'd, and waves his wings in state.
His little hands imperial trophies bear,

And laurel-wreaths to grace th' elected fair.
Hyde-Park the fcene for the Review he nam'd,
Hyde-Park for pleasure and for beauty fam'd.
Where, oft from western fkies the god of light
Sees new-arifing funs, than his more bright;
Then fets in blushes, and conveys his fire
To diftant lands, that more his beams require.
And now the charming candidates appear.
Behold Britannia's victor graces there,

Who vindicate their country's ancient claim
To Love's pre-eminence, and Beauty's fame.
Some, who, at Anna's court, in honour rais'd,
Adorn birth-rights, by crowding nations prais'd;
Preferv'd in Kneller's pictures ever young,
In ftrains immortal by the Mufes fung.

Around the ring th' illuftrious rivals move,
And teach to Love himself the power of love.
Scarce, though a god, he can with safety gaze
On glory fo profuse, such mingled rays;
For Love had eyes on this important day,

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And Venus from his forehead took the blinding cloth

away.

Here Mira pafs'd, and fix'd his wondering view,

Her perfect shape diftinguifh'd praises drew;

Tall, beauteous, and majestic to the fight,
She led the train, and sparkled in the light.

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There Stella claims the wreath, and pleads her eyes, By which each day fome new adorer dies.

Serena, by good-humour doubly fair,

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While Flora's youthful years and looks display
The bloom of ripening fruits, the innocence of May,
The opening fweets that months of pleasure bring,
The dawn of Love, and life's indulgent spring.

'Twere endless to defcribe the various darts, With which the fair are arm'd to conquer hearts. Whatever can the ravish'd soul inspire

With tender thoughts, and animate desire,
All arts and virtues mingled in the train;
And long the lovely rivals strove in vain,

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While Cupid unrefolv'd ftill fearch'd around the plain.

O could I find, faid Love, the phoenix fhe,
In whom at once the feveral charms agree;
That phoenix fhe the laurel crown should have,
And Love himself with pride become her slave.

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He scarce had spoke, when fee-Harmonia came ! Chance brought her there, and not defire of fame, Unknowing of the choice, till the beheld The god approach to crown her in the field. Th' unwilling maid, with wondrous modesty, Disclaim'd her right, and put the laurel by : Warm blushes on her tender cheeks arife, And double softness beautify'd her eyes.

At this, more charm'd, the rather 1 bestow, Said Love, thefe honours you in vain forego;

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Take then the wreath, which you, victorious fair,
Have most deferv'd, yet least affect to wear.

WHEN fam'd Cæcilia on the Organ play'd,

And fill'd with moving founds the tuneful
frame,

Drawn by the charm, to hear the facred maid,
From heaven, 'tis said, a listening angel came.
Thus ancient legends would our faith abuse;
In vain for were the bold tradition true,
While your harmonious touch that charm renews,
Again the feraph would appear to you.

O happy fair! in whom with purest light

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Virtue's united beams with Beauty's fhine! Should heavenly guests descend to bless our fight, What form more lovely could they wear than thine ?

SON NE T.

E mourrai de trop de plaifir

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Si je la trouve favourable; Je mourrai de trop de defir Se je la trouve inexorable.

PAINTER, if thou canst fafely gaze

On all the wonders of that face;

If thou haft charms to guard a heart
Secure by fecrets of thy art;

O! teach the mighty charm, that we
May gaze fecurely too, like thee.

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Canft thou Love's brightest lightning draw,
Which none e'er yet unwounded faw?
To what then wilt thou next afpire,
Unless to imitate Jove's fire ?
Which is a lefs adventurous pride,
Though 'twas for that Salmoneus dy'd.
That beauteous, that victorious fair,
Whofe chains fo many lovers wear;
Who with a look can arts infufe,
Create a Painter, or a Mufe ;

Whom crouds with awful rapture view;
She fits ferene, and finiles on you!
Your genius thus infpir'd will foar
To wondrous heights unknown before,
And to her beauty you will own
Your future fkill and fix'd renown.

So when of old great Animon's fon,
Adorn'd with fpoils in battle won,
In graceful picture chofe to ftand,
The work of fam'd Apelles' hand;
"Exert thy fire, the monarch faid,
"Now be thy boldest strokes display'd,
"To let admiring nations fee

"Their dreaded victor drawn by thee;

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"To others thou may'st life impart,

"But I'll immortalize thy art !"

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