O mix their beauteous beams with mine,
And let us interchange our hearts;
Let all their sweetness on me shine,

Poured through my soul be all their darts.

Ah! 'tis too much! I cannot bear

At once so soft, so keen a ray :

In pity then, my lovely fair,

O turn those killing eyes away!

But what avails it to conceal

One charm, where nought but charms I see? Their lustre then again reveal,

And let me, Myra, die of thee !

SONG.

When blooming spring

Arrays the laughing fields in green,
Then flowers in open air are seen,
And warbling birds are heard to sing,

SWEET tyrant Love,-but hear me now!
And cure while young this pleasing smart;
Or rather aid my trembling vow,

And teach me to reveal my heart.

Tell her, whose goodness is my bane,
Whose looks have smiled my peace away,
Oh! whisper how she gives me pain,
Whilst undesigning, frank, and gay.

'Tis not for common charms I sigh,
For what the vulgar beauty call;
'Tis not a cheek, a lip, an eye,

But 'tis the soul that lights them all!

For that I drop the tender tear,

For that I make this artless moan; Oh! sigh it, Love! into her ear,

And make the bashful lover known.

TO AMANDA.

TO AMANDA.

COME, dear Amanda, quit the town,
And to the rural hamlets fly;

Behold! the wintry storms are gone;
A gentle radiance glads the sky.

The birds awake, the flowers appear,
Earth spreads a verdant couch for thee;

'Tis joy and music all we hear,

'Tis love and beauty all we see.

Corne, let us mark the gradual spring,
How peeps the bud, the blossom blows;
Till Philomel begins to sing,

And perfect May to swell the rose.

E'en so thy rising charms improve,

As life's warm season grows more bright;

And, opening to the sighs of love,

Thy beauties glow with full delight.

TO AMANDA.

UNLESS with my Amanda blessed,
In vain I twine the woodbine bower;

Unless to deck her sweeter breast,
In vain I rear the breathing flower.

Awakened by the genial year,

In vain the birds around me sing;
In vain the freshening fields appear :-
Without my love there is no Spring.

VERSES ADDRESSED TO AMANDA.

Ан, urged too late! from beauty's bondage free,
Why did I trust my liberty with thee?
And thou, why didst thou, with inhuman art,
If not resolved to take, seduce my heart?
Yes, yes, you said, for lovers' eyes speak true;
You must have seen how fast my passion grew:
And, when your glances chanced on me to shine,
How my fond soul ecstatic sprung to thine!
Rut mark me, fair one—what I now declare

Thy deep attention claims and serious carc :
It is no common passion fires my breast;
I must be wretched, or I must be blessed!
My woes all other remedy deny;
Or, pitying, give me hope, or bid me die!

TO THE SAME,

WITH A COPY OF THE "SEASONS."

ACCEPT, loved Nymph, this tribute due.
To tender friendship, love, and you:
But with it take what breathed the whole,

FOR ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove
An unrelenting foe to love,

And when we meet a mutual heart
Come in between, and bid us part;

Bid us sigh on from day to day,
And wish, and wish the soul away;
Till youth and genial years are flown,
And all the love of life is gone?

But busy, busy still art thou,
To bind the loveless, joyless vow.
The heart from pleasure to delude,
And join the gentle to the rude.

For pomp, and noise, and senseless show
To make us Nature's joys forego,
Beneath a gay dominion groan,

And put the golden fetter on!

For once, O Fortune, hear my prayer,

And I absolve thy future care;

All other blessings I resign,

Make but the dear Amanda mine.