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Where, in gay vifion, round th' horizon's line,
The moving clouds with various beauty shine;
As dropping from their bofom, ting'd with gold,
Shoots forth a fail, amusive to behold!

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Lo! while its light the glowing wave returns,
Broad like a fun the bark approaching burns.
Near, and more near, great Naffau foon he spy'd,
And beauteous Anna, Britain's eldest pride!
Thus spoke the Genius, as advanc'd the sail—
Hail, blooming hero! high-born princess, hail!
Thy charms thy mother's love of truth display,
Her light of virtue, and her beauty's ray;
Her dignity; which, copying the divine,
Soften'd, through condescension, learns to shine.
Greatness of thought, with prudence for its guide; 55
Knowledge, from nature and from art supply'd ;
To nobleft objects pointed various ways ;,
Pointed by judgment's clear, unerring rays.
What manly virtues in her mind excel!
Yet on her heart what tender paffions dwell!
For ah! what pangs did late her peace destroy,
To part with thee, so wont to give her joy!
How heav'd her breaft! how fadden'd was her mein!
All in the mother then was loft the queen.

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The fwelling tear then dimm'd her parting view, 65
The ftruggling figh ftopp'd short her laft adieu :
Ev'n now thy fancied perils fill her mind;

The fecret rock, rough wave, and rifing wind;
The shoal, so treacherous, near the tempting land;
Th' ingulphing whirlpool, and the swallowing fand; 70

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Thefe fancied perils all, by day, by night,
In thoughts alarm her, and in dreams affright!
For thee her heart unceafing love declares,

In doubts, in hopes, in wifhes, and in prayers!
Her prayers are heard!-For me, 'tis thine to brave 75
The fand, the foal, rock, whirlpool, wind, and wave:
Kind Safety waits, to waft thee gently o'er,
And Joy to greet thee on the Belgic shore.

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May future times, when their fond praise would tell How moft their favourite characters excel; How bleft! how great!-then may their fongs declare, So great! fo bleft!-fuch Anne and Naflau were.

E GRÆCORU F.

QUI TE VIDET BEATUS EST,
BEATIOR QUI TE AUDIET,

QUI BASIAT SEMIDEUS EST,

QUI TE POTITUR EST DEUS.

BUCHANAN.

THE FOREGOING LINES PARAPHRASED.

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APPY the man, who, in thy fparkling eyes,

His amorous wishes fees, reflecting, play;

Sees little laughing Cupids, glancing, rise,
And, in foft-fwimming languor, die away.

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Still happier he! to whom thy meanings roll
In founds which love, harmonious love inspire;
On his charm'd ear fits, rapt, his listening soul,
Till admiration form intenfe defire.

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III.

Half-deity is he who warm may press

Thy lip, foft-fwelling to the kindling kiss; And may that lip affentive warmth express,

Till love draw willing love to ardent bliss!

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Circling thy waist, and circled in thy arms,
Who, melting on thy mutual-melting breast,
Entranc'd enjoys love's whole luxrious charms,
Is all a God!-is of all heaven poffeft.

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EMPLOYMENT OF BEAUTY.

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Addreffed to Mrs. BRIDGET JONES, a young Widow Lady of Llanelly, Carmarthenshire.

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NCE Beauty, wishing fond defire to move, Contriv'd to catch the heart of wandering Love. Come, pureft atoms! Beauty aid implores;

For new foft texture leave ætherial ftores.

They come, they croud, they fhining hues unfold, 5 Be theirs a form, which Beauty's felf fhall mould ! To mould my charmer's form fhe all apply'dWhence Cambria boasts the birth of Nature's pride. She calls the Graces-Such is Beauty's ftate, Prompt, at her call, th' obedient Graces wait.

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First your fair feet they shape, and fhape to please ;
Each stands defign'd for dignity and ease.
Firm, on thefe curious pedestals, depend

Two polish'd pillars; which, as fair, ascend;

From well-wrought knees, more fair, more large, they

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Seen by the Mufe, though hid from mortal eyes.
More polish'd yet, your fabric each sustains;
That pureft temple where perfection reigns.
A fmail, fweet circle forms your faultlefs waift,
By Beauty fhap'd, to be by Love embrac'd.
Beyond that leffening wait, two orbs devife,
What fwelling charms, in fair proportion, rife!
Fresh peeping there, two blushing buds are found,
Each like a rofe, which lilies white furround.
There feeling fenfe, let pitying fighs infpire,
Till panting pity fwells to warm desire :
Defire, though warm, is chafte; each warmest kiss,
All rapture chafte, when Hymen bids the bliss.
Rounding and foit, two taper arms defcend;
Two fnow-white hands, in taper fingers, end.
Lo cunning Beauty, on each palm, designs
Love's fortune and your own, in myftic lines;.
And lovely whitenefs, either arm contains,
Diverfified with azure-wandering veins;
The wandering veins conceal a generous flood,
The purple treasure of celeftial blood.

Rounding and white your neck, as curious, rears
O'er all a face, where Beauty's felf appears.

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Her

Her foft attendants finooth the spotless skin,

And, fmoothly-oval, turn the shapely chin;

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The fhapely chin, to Beauty's rifing face,
Shall, doubling gently, give a double grace,
And foon fweet-opening, rofy lips difclofe
The well-rang'd teeth, in lily-whitening rows;
Here life is breath'd, and florid life affumes

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A breath, whofe fragrance vies with vernal blooms;
And two fair cheeks give modefty to raise

A beauteous blush at praise, though just the praise.
And nature now, from each kind ray, fupplies
Soft, clement fmiles, and love-inspiring eyes;
New Graces, to those eyes, mild fhades, allow;
Fringe their fair lids, and pencil either brow.
While fenfe of vifion lights up orbs so rare,
May none, but pleafing objects, visit there!
Two little porches, (which, one fense empowers,
To draw rich scent from aromatic flowers)
In ftructure neat, and deck'd with polish'd grace,
Shall equal firit, then heighten, Beauty's face.
To smelling fenfe, oh, may the flowery year,
It's first, laft, choiceft incenfe, offer here!
Transparent next, two curious crefcents bound
The two-fold entrance of infpiring found,
And, granting a new power of sense to hear,
New finer organs form each curious ear;
Form to imbibe what moft the foul can move,
Mufic and Reason, Poefy and Love.
Next, on an open front, is pleasing wrought
A penfive fweetnefs, born of patient thought:

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