With fruitless pomp they deck the fenfelefs tombs, And waste profufely floods of vain perfumes. THE ROSE-BUD: To the Right Honourable the Lady JANE WHARTON. Q UEEN of fragrance, lovely Rose, Queen of fragrance, lovely Rofe ! Thou, beauteous flower, a welcome gueft, Shalt grace her hand, or deck her hair, And And hafte thy beauties to difclofe, Queen of fragrance, lovely Rose! But thou, fair nymph, thyfelf furvey In this sweet offspring of a day; That miracle of face must fail, Thy charms are fweet, but charms are frail : This moral to the fair disclose, BELINDA at the BATH. WHIL HILE in these fountains bright Belinda laves, Thus in Bethesda's pool an angel flood, No more let Tagus boast, whose beds unfold No * No more the Po! whofe wandring waters ftray LOVE is a noble rich repaft, But feldom fhould the lover tafte; To move the nymph, he tears bestows, Thus Ammon's fon with fierce delight The thoughts of conqueft charm'd his eyes, Love, like a profpect, with delight -Eridanum cernes in parte locatum cœli." Ye Tull. in Arateis. "Gurgit Hereo fubterluit Oriona." Claud. Ye fair that would victorious prove, Seem but half kind, when moft you love; Damon pursues if Cælia flies, But when her love is born, his dies. Had Danäe the young, the fair, To the Honourable Mrs. ELIZABETH TOWNSHEND, afterwards Lady CORNWALLIS, on her Picture, at Rainham. περιέσσι γυναικών Εἶδός τ' ἰδὲ φρένας. Odyffey. Lib. 18. AH! cruel hand, that could fuch power employ To teach the pictur'd beauty to destroy! Singly fhe charm'd before, but by his skill Think then, O faireft, of the fairer race, What fatal beauties arm thy heavenly face, Whofe very shadow can such flames inspire; We fee 'tis paint, and yet we feel 'tis fire. See! See! with falfe life the lovely image glows, And every wondrous grace transplanted shows; Fatally fair the new creation reigns, Charms in her shape, and multiplies our pains; Hence the fond youth, that ease by absence found, Views the dear form, and bleeds at every wound; Thus the bright Venus, though to heaven she foar'd, Reign'd in her image, by the world ador'd. O! wondrous power of mingled light and shades! Rare art! on whofe command all nature waits! Here crown'd with mountains earth expanded lies, Or fancy'd beafts in imitated groves : Ev'n heaven it climbs; and from the forming hands An angel here, and there a * Townshend ftands. Yet, painter, yet, though art with nature strive, Though ev'n the lovely phantom seem alive, Submit thy vanquish'd art! and own the draught Though fair, defective, and a beauteous fault; |