From Love, Theoeritus, on Enna's plains, Damon no longer fought the filent shade, "Bleft be the hour, he faid, that happy hour, " When first I own'd my Delia's gentle power; "Then gloomy discontent and pining care "Forfook my breast, and left soft wishes there; "Soft wishes there they left, and gay defires, Delightful languors, and tranfporting fires. "Where yonder limes combine to form a fhade, "These eyes firft gaz'd upon the charming maid; "There she appear'd, on that aufpicious day, "When swains their sportive rites to Bacchus pay: "She led the dance-heavens! with what grace the "mov'd! "Who could have seen her then, and not have lov❜d-? "I ftrove not to refift fo fweet a flame, "But gloried in a happy captive's name; "Nor would I now, could Love permit, be free, But leave to brutes their favage liberty. *Mr. Doddington had written some very pretty love verses, which have never been published. LYTTELT. "And "And art thou then, fond youth, fecure of joy? "Can no reverse thy flattering bliss destroy? "Has treacherous Love no torment yet in store ? "Or haft thou never prov'd his fatal power ? "Whence flow'd those tears that late bedew'd thy "cheek? "Why figh'd thy heart as if it ftrove to break! 66 66 Why ftays my Delia in her fecret bower? "Light gales have chac'd the late impending shower; "Th' emerging fun more bright his beams extends; Oppos'd, its beauteous arch the rainbow bends! "Glad youths and maidens turn the new-made hay: "The birds renew their fongs on every spray! "Come forth, my love, thy fhepherd's joys to crown: "All nature smiles.-Will only Delia frown! "Hark "Hark how the bees with murmurs fill the plain, "While every flower of every fweet they drain: "See, how beneath yon hillock's fhady steep, "The shelter'd herds on flowery couches fleep: "Nor bees, nor herds, are half so bleft as I, "If with my fond defires my love comply; "From Delia's lips a sweeter honey flows, "And on her bofom dwells more foft repose. "Ah how, my dear, fhall I deferve thy charms? "What gift can bribe thee to my longing arms?. "A bird for thee in filken bands I hold, "Whofe yellow plumage fhines like polish'd gold; "From diftant ifles the lovely stranger came, "And bears the fortunate Canaries name; "In all our woods none boafts fo fweet a note, "Not ev❜n the nightingale's melodious throat. "Accept of this; and could I add befide "What wealth the rich Peruvian mountains hide: "If all the gems in Eastern rocks were mine, "On thee alone their glittering pride should shine. "But, if thy mind no gifts have power to move, "Phoebus himself shall leave th' Aonian grove: "The tuneful Nine, who never sue in vain, "Shall come fweet fuppliants for their favourite swain. "For him each blue-ey'd Naiad of the flood, "For him each green-hair'd fifter of the wood, "Whom oft beneath fair Cynthia's gentle ray "His mufic calls to dance the night away. "And you, fair nymphs, companions of my love, "With whom the joys the cowflip meads to rove, VOL. LXIV. S 66 I beg "I beg you, recommend my faithful flame, My pipe your kind affistance shall repay, "And every friend shall claim a different lay. "But fee! in yonder glade the heavenly fair "Enjoys the fragrance of the breezy air"Ah, thither let me fly with eager feet; "Adieu, my pipe; I go my love to meet― O, may I find her as we parted last, "And may each future hour be like the past! "So fhall the whiteft lamb these pastures feed, "Propitious Venus, on thy altars bleed." JEALOUSY. ECLOGUE III. To Mr. EDWARD WALPOLE. HE gods, O Walpole, given no blifs fincere ; Of all the paffions that employ the mind, O Begin, my Mufe, and Damon's woes rehearse, On a romantic mountain's airy head Through these a river rolls its winding flood, But foon the ftings infix'd within his heart Then cried, "May all thy charms, ungrateful maid, "Like thefe neglected rofes, droop and fade! May angry heaven deform each guilty grace, "That triumphs now in that deluding face! "Thofe alter'd looks may every fhepherd fly, "And ev'n thy Daphnis hate thee worse than I! 66 Say, thou inconftant, what has Damon done, "To lose the heart his tedious pains had won? "Tell me what charms you in my rival find, Against whofe power no ties have ftrength to bind ? |