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XI.

From Turks we learn this plague t' affuage,
They, by admitting, turn its course:
Their kifs will tame the tumor's rage;
By yielding, they o'ercome the force.
XII.

Thus Rutland did its touch invite,

While, watchful in the ambient air,
This little, guardian, fubtil spright
Did with the poifon in repair.
XIII.

Th' infection from the heart it clears;
Th' infection, now dilated thin,

In pearly pimples but appears,

Expell'd upon the surface skin.

XIV.

And now it, mouldering, waftes away :

'Tis gone!-doom'd to return no more!

Our Animalcule keeps its stay,

And must new labyrinths explore.
XV.

And now the Noble's thoughts are feen,
Unmark'd, it views his heart's defires!

It now reflects what it has been,

And, rapturous, at his change admires!
XVI.

Its priftine virtues kept, combine,
To be again in Rutland known
But they, immers'd, no longer fhine,
Nor equal, nor encrease his own.

то

то

MRS. ELIZ. HAY WOOD,

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ON HER NOVEL, CALLED,

THE RASH RESOLVE.

OOM'D to a fate which damps the poet's flame,
A Mufe, unfriended, greets thy rising name!
Unvers'd in envy's, or in flattery's phrase,
Greatness the flies, yet merit claims her praise ;
Nor will she, at her withering wreath repine,
But fmile, if fame and fortune cherish thine.

The Sciences in thy sweet genius charm,
And, with their ftrength, thy fex's foftness arm.
In thy full figures, painting's force we find,
As mufic fires, thy language lifts the mind.
Thy power gives form, and touches into life
The paffions imag'd in their bleeding ftrife:
Contrafted ftrokes, true art and fancy fhow,
And lights and fhades in lively mixture flow.
Hope attacks Fear, and Reafon, Love's control,
Jealoufy wounds, and Friendship heals the foul:
Black Falsehood wears bright Gallantry's disguise,
And the gilt cloud enchants the fair-one's eyes.
Thy dames, in grief and frailties lovely fhine,
And when most mortal half appear divine.
If, when fome god-like, favourite paffion fways,
The willing heart too fatally obeys,
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Great minds lament what cruel cenfure blames,
And ruin'd virtue generous pity claims.

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Eliza, ftill impaint Love's powerful Queen! Let Love, foft Love, exalt each swelling scene. Arm'd with keen wit, in fame's wide lifts advance! Spain yields in fiction, in politeness France.

Such orient light, as the first poets knew,

Flames from thy thought, and brightens every view! 30
A ftrong, a glorious, a luxuriant fire,

Which warms cold wifdom into wild defire!
Thy Fable glows fo rich through every page,
What moral's force can the fierce heat affuage?

And yet but fay if ever doom'd to prove
The fad, the dear perplexities of Love!
Where feeming transport foftens every pain,

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Where fancy'd freedom waits the winning chain
Varying from pangs to vifionary joys,

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Sweet is the fate, and charms as it deftroys!
Say then-if Love to fudden rage gives way,
Will the foft paffion not refume its fway?
Charming, and charm'd, can Love from Love retire?
Can a cold convent quench th' unwilling fire?
Precept, if human, may our thoughts refine,
More we admire! but cannot prove divine.

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APOLOGY TO BRILLANTE,

FOR HAVING

LONG OMITTED WRITING IN VERSE.

In Imitation of a certain Mimic of Anacreon..

CANI matchlefs charms recite?

Source of ever-fpringing light!

Could I count the vernal flowers,
Count in endless time the hours;
Count the countless ftars above,
Count the captive hearts of Love;
Paint the torture of his fire,
Paint the pangs those eyes inspire!
(Pleafing torture, thus to fhine,
Purify'd by fires like thine!)

Then I'd ftrike the founding ftring!

Then I'd thy perfection fing.

Myftic world!-Thou something more!

Wonder of th' Almighty's ftore!

Nature's depths we oft defcry,

Oft they're pierc'd by Learning's eye;
Thou, if thought on thee would gain,
Prov'st (like heaven) enquiry vain.
Charms unequal'd we purfue!

Charms in fhining throngs we view !
Number'd then could nature's be,

Nature's felf were poor to thee.

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MR S.

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OLD FIELD,

OF THE THEATRE ROYAL.

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HILE to your charms unequal verse I raise,
Aw'd, I admire, and tremble as I praise :
Here Art and Genius new refinement need,
Listening, they gaze, and, as they gaze, recede!
Can Art or Genius, or their powers combin'd,
But from corporeal organs, sketch the mind?
When found embody'd can with shape surprize,
The Mufe may emulate your voice and eyes.
Mark rival arts perfection's point pursue !
Each rivals each, but to excel in you!
The Buft and Medal bear the meaning face,
And the proud Statue adds the posture's grace!
Imag'd at length, the bury'd Heroine, known,
Still feems to wound, to smile, or frown in ftone!
As art would art, or metal stone surpass,
Her foul ftrikes, gleaming, through Corinthian brass!
Serene, the faint in fmiling filver fhines,

And cherubs weep in gold o'er fainted shrines !
If long-loft forms from Raphael's pencil glow,
Wondrous in warmth the mimic colours flow!
Each look, each attitude, new grace difplays;
Your voice and motion life and mufic raise.

Thus Cleopatra in your charms refines;
She lives, the speaks, with force improv'd she shines!

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