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While foft Favonius their arrival greets,
And breathes his welcome in a thousand sweets.
Nor pale disease, nor health-confuming care,
Nor wrath, nor foul revenge can enter there;
No vapour's foggy gloom imbrowns the sky;
No tempefts rage, no angry light'nings fly;
But dews, and foft-refreshing airs are found,
And
pure ætherial azure fhines around.

Whate'er the fweet Sabæan foil can boast,
Or Mecca's plains, or India's fpicy coast;
What Hybla's hills, or rich Œbalia's fields,
Or flow'ry vale of fam'd Hymettus yields;
Or what of old th' Hefperian orchard grac❜d;
All that was e'er delicious to the taste,

Sweet to the fmell, or lovely to the view,
Collected there with added beauty grew.
High-tow'ring to the heav'ns the trees are seen,
Their bulk immenfe, their leaf for ever green;
So closely interwove, the tell-tale fun

Can ne'er defcry the deeds beneath them done,
But where by fits the fportive gales divide
Their tender tops, and fan the leaves aside.
Like a smooth carpet at their feet lies spread
The matted grass, by bubbling fountains fed;

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And on each bough the feather'd choir employ
Their melting notes, and nought is heard but joy.
The painted flow'rs exhale a rich perfume,
The fruits are mingled with eternal bloom,
And Spring and Autumn hand in hand appear,
Lead on the merry months, and join to cloath the
Here, o'er the mountain's fhaggy fummit pour'd,
From rock to rock the tumbling torrent roar'd,
While beauteous Iris in the vale below

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Paints on the rifing fumes her radiant bow.
Now through the meads the mazy current ftray'd,

Now hid its wand'rings in the myrtle fhade;
Or in a thousand veins divides its ftore,
Vifits each plant, refreshes every flow'r;

O'er gems and golden fands in murmurs flows,
And sweetly foothes the foul, and lulls to foft repofe.
If hunger call, no fooner can the mind

Express her will to needful food inclin❜d,
But in fome cool recefs, or op'ning glade,
The feats are plac'd, the tables neatly laid,
And instantly convey'd by magic hand
In comely rows the coftly dishes stand;
Meats of all kinds that nature can impart,
Prepar❜d in all the niceft forms of art.

A troop

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A troop of fprightly nymphs array'd in green,
With flow'ry chaplets crown'd, come fcudding in;
With fragrant blossoms these adorn the feast,
Those with officious zeal attend the guest;
Beneath his feet the filken carpet fpread,

Or fprinkle liquid odours o'er his head.
Others in ruby cups with rofes bound
Delightful! deal the sparkling nectar round;
Or weave the dance, or tune the vocal lay;
The lyres refound, the merry minstrels play,
Gay health, and youthful joys o'erspread the place,
And swell each heart, and triumph in each face.
So when embolden'd by the vernal air,

The bufy bees to blooming fields repair;

For various ufe employ their chymic pow'r ;
One culls the snowy pounce, one fucks the flow'r;
Again to diff'rent works returning home,

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Some fteeve the honey, fome erect the comb;

All for the general good in concert ftrive,

And every foul's in motion, every limb's alive.

And now defcending from his flight, the God On the green turf releas'd his precious load;

There, after mutual falutations past,

And endless friendship vow'd, they part in haste;

a Or ftive, ftipant.

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Zephyr

Zephyr impatient to behold his love,

The prince in raptures wand'ring through the grove;
Now skipping on, and finging as he went,

Now stopping short to give his transports vent;
With fudden gufts of happiness opprefs'd,

Or ftands entranc'd, or raves like one poffefs'd;
His mind afloat, his wand'ring fenfes quite
O'ercome with charms, and frantic with delight;
From scene to scene by random steps convey'd,
Admires the diftant views, explores the fecret fhade,
Dwells on each spot, with eager eye devours

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The woods, the lawns, the buildings, and the bow'rs;
New fweets, new joys at every glance arise,
And every turn creates a fresh furprize.
Close by the borders of a rifing wood,
In a green vale a crystal grotto stood;
And o'er its fide, beneath a beechen shade,
In broken falls a filver fountain play'd.
Hither, attracted by the murm'ring stream,
And cool recefs, the pleas'd Porfenna came,
And on the tender grafs reclining chose
To wave his joys awhile, and take a short repose.
The scene invites him, and the wanton breeze
That whispers through the vale, the dancing trees,

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The warbling birds, and rills that gently creep,
All join their music to prolong his sleep.

The princess for her morning walk prepar'd;
The female troops attend, a beauteous guard.
Array'd in all her charms appear'd the fair;
Tall was her ftature, unconfin'd her air;
Proportion deck'd her limbs, and in her face
Lay love infhrin'd, lay sweet attractive grace
Temp'ring the aweful beams her eyes convey'd,
And like a lambent flame around her play'd.
No foreign aids, by mortal ladies worn,
From shells and rocks her artless charms adorn;
For grant that beauty were by gems increas'd,
'Tis render'd more fufpected at the least;
And foul defects, that would efcape the fight,
Start from the piece, and take a ftronger light.
Her chefnut hair in careless rings around

Her temples wav'd, with pinks and jes'mine crown'd,
And, gather'd in a filken cord behind,

Curl'd to the waift, and floated in the wind;
O'er these a veil of yellow gause she wore,

With amaranths and gold embroider'd o'er.
Her fnowy neck half naked to the view
Gracefully fell; a robe of purple hue

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