This leap fhall put an end to all my pains. snob ¿m Who hears it with an unrelenting breast. Ah, cruel nymph! forbear your scorns at least.and How much foe'er you may the love defpife, dien v 'Tis barb'rous to infult on one that dies. DELIA. A paftoral Eclogue; lamenting the death of Mrs. TEMPEST, who died upon the day of the late ftorm. Y Y ... E gentle fwains! who pass your days and nights In love's fincere and innocent delights! Ye, tender virgins, who with pride display Your beauty's fplendor, and extend your fway Lament with me! with me your sorrows join, And mingle your united tears with mine! Delia, the queen of love, let all deplore! Delia, the queen of beauty's now no more! ` Begin, my mufe! begin your mournful ftrains! G Tell the fad tale through all the hills and plains Tell it through ev'ry lawn, and ev'ry grove, li Where flocks can wander, or where fhepherds rove!! Bid neighb'ring rivers tell the diftant fea,SPO And winds from pole to pole the news convey! Delia, the queen of love, let all deplore!.. Delia, the queen of beauty's now no more ! # 2 {:༤ "Tis done, and all obey the mournful mufe best T See hills, and plains, and winds have heard the news! The foaming fea o'erwhelms the frighten'd fhoar, The vallies tremble, and the mountains roar. See lofty oaks from firm foundations torn, And ftately towr's in heaps of ruin mourn! The gentle Thames, that rarely paffion knows, Swells with this forrow, and her banks o'erflows: What fhrieks are heard? what groans? what dying cries? Ev'n nature's felf in dire convulfion lyes!! Delia, the queen of love, they all deplore! Delia, the queen of beauty's now no more! Oh! why did I furvive the fatal day, That fnatch'd the joys of all my life away? Why was not I beneath fome ruin loft? Sunk in the feas, or fhipwreck'd on the coast? Why did the fates fpare this devoted head? Why did I live to hear that thou wert dead? By thee my griefs were calm'd, my torments eas'd; Nor knew I pleasure, but as thou wert pleas'd. Where fhall I wander now, diftress'd, alone? What ufe have I of life, now thou art gone? I have no use, alas! but to deplore t Delia, the pride of beauty, now no more. What living nymph is bleft with equal grace? But wants thy shape, thy motions, and thy air. And feem'd each lover's inmolt thoughts to find. 3 And And want thy conduct and obliging wit, To fix thofe flaves who to their charms fubmit. utalto er A As fome rich tyrant hoards an useless store, That wou'd, well plac'd, enrich a thousand more ; arra None cou'd himfelf the favour'd lover call; For thee each tuneful fwain prepar'd his lays, His fame exalting, while he fung thy praise. Thyrfis, in gay and eafy measures, ftrove... To charm thy ears, and tune thy foul to love. Menalcus, in his numbers more fublime, Extoll'd thy virtues in immortal rhime. Glycon, whofe fatyr kept the world in awe, Softning his strain, when first thy charms he faw, Confefs'd the goddess that new form'd his mind, Proclaim'd thy beauties, and forgot mankind. Ceafe, fhepherds, ceafe; the charms you fung are fled! The glory of our blafted ifle is dead! Now join your griefs with mine! and now deplore Delia, the pride of beauty, now no more! Behold where now the lies, depriv'd of breath!. In chearful fplendor to the bridal bed! 10 Than Than thus conducted to th' untimely tomb, Oh! that thy coyness cou'd refuse me this! If thou canst not revive, yet I may die. But fee, thofe dreadful objects difappear! Ah, charming faint! fince thou are bless'd above, Forgive their tears; who, prefs'd with grief and care, Feel not thy joys, but feel their own despair! HO HORAC E. BOOK III. T O DE III. IMITATE D. Juftum & tenacem propofiti virum, &c. I. HE man that's refolute and juft, Nor parties for revenge engag'd, Nor thunder pointed at his head; Not touch his foul with fear. III. From this the Grecian glory rose, By this the Romans aw'd their foes: Of this their poets fing. These were the paths their heroes trod, IV. Firm on the rowling deck he flood, With black'ning storms combin'd: |