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A WIN TERPIECE.

By Mr. PHILIP 3.

Addressed to the Duke of DORSET.

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"ROM frozen climes, and endless tracts of snow,

From streams that northern winds forbid to flow;
What present shall the muse to Dorset bring,
Or how,, so near the pole, attempt to sing?
The hoary winter here conceals from fight,
All pleasing objects that to verse invite.
The hills and dales, and the delightful woods,
The flow'ry plains, and filver streaming floods,
By snow disguis’d in bright confusion lie,
And with one dazzling waste fatigue the eye.

No gentle breathing breeze prepares the spring,
No birds within the desart region sing.
The ships unmov'd the boist'rous winds defy,
While rattling chariots o'er the ocean fly.
The vast leviathan wants room to play,
And spout his waters in the face of day,
The starving wolves along the main fea prowl,
And to the moon in icy vallies howl.
For many a shining league the level main
Here spreads itself into a glassy plain :
There folid billows of enormous size,
Alps of green ice in wild disorder rife.

And

And yet but lately have I seen ev'n here,
The winter in a lovely dress appear.
E'er

yet the clouds let fall the treasur'd snow,
Or winds begun through hazy skies to blow.
At ev'ning a keen eastern breeze arose ;
And the descending rain unsully'd froze.
Soon as the filent shades of night withdrew,
The ruddy morn disclos’d at once to view
The face of nature in a rich disguise,
And brighten'd ev'ry object to my eyes :
For ev'ry shrub, and every blade of grass,
And ev'ry pointed thorn, seem'd wrought in glass,
In pearls and rubies rich the hawthorns show,
While through the ice the crimson berries glow.
The thick-sprang reeds the wat'ry marshes yield,
Seem polin'd lances in a hostile field.
The ftag in limpid currents with surprize,
Sees crystal branches on his forehead rise:
The spreading oak, the beach, and tow'ring pine,
Glaz'd over, in the freezing æther shine.
The frighted birds the rattling branches fhun,
That wave and glitter in the distant fun.

When, if a sudden guft of wind arise,
The brittle forest into atoms flies :
The crackling wood beneath the tempeft bends,
And in a spangled show'r the prospect ends.
Or, if a fouthern gale the region warm,
And by degrees unbind the wint'ry.charms

The

The traveller a miry country sees,
And journies fad beneath the dropping trees.

Like some deluded peasant, Merlin leads
Thro' fragrant bow'rs, and through delicious meads;
While here enchanted gardens to him rise,
And airy fabricks there attract his eyes,
His wand'ring feet the magic paths pursue ;
And, while he thinks the fair illusion true,
The trackless scenes disperse in fluid air,
And woods and wilds, and thorny ways appear.
A tedious road the weary wretch returns,
And as he goes, the transient vifion mourns.

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ELL me, lovely loving pair !

Why so kind, and fo fevere? Why so careless of our care,

Only to yourselves so dear?

By this cunning change of hearts,

You the pow'r of love controul ; While the boy's deluded darts

Can arrive at neither soul.

For in vain to either breast

Still beguiled Love does come : Where he finds a foreign guest;

Neither of your hearts at home. Debtors thus with like design,

When they never mean to pay, That they may the law decline,

To some friend make all away.

Not the silver doves that fly,

Yok'd in Cytherea's car ; Not the wings that lift so high;

And convey her son fo far;

Are

Are so lovely, sweet, and fair,

Or do more ennoble love; Are so choicely match'd a pair,

Or with more consent do move.

On a G [ R D L E.

By the same.

TH

HAT which her slender waist confin'd,

Shall now my joyful temples bind:
No monarch but would give his crown,
His arms might do what this has done.

It was my heav'n's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer : My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move !

A narrow compass ! and

yet

there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair : Give me but what this ribbon bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.

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