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Like flow'rs it withers with th' advancing year,
And age like winter robs the blooming fair.
Oh Araminta, cease thy wonted pride,
Nor longer in thy faithless charms confide;
Ev'n while the glass reflects thy sparkling eyes,
Their lustre and thy rosy colour flies!
Thus on the fan the breathing figures shine,
And all the pow'rs applaud the wise defign.
The Cyprian queen the painted gift receives, And with a grateful bow the fynod leaves. To the low world she bends her steepy way, Where Strephon pass'd the solitary day; She found him in a melancholy grove, His down-cast eyes betray'd defponding love, The wounded bark confess'd his flighted flame, And ev'ry tree bore false. Corinna's name ; In a cool fhade he. lay with folded arms, Curses his fortune, and upbraids her charms, When Venus to his wond'ring eyes appears, And with these words relieves his am'rous cares :
Rise, happy youth, this bright machine furvey,
Whole ratt’ling sticks my busy fingers sway,
This present shall thy cruel charmer move,
And in her fickle bosom kindle love.
The fan fhall flutter in all female hands,
And various fashions learn from various lands.
For this, fall elephants their ivory shed ;
And polish'd ficks the waving engine spread :
His clouded mail the tortoise shall resign,
And round the rivet pearly circles Mine.
On this shall Indians all their art employ,
And with bright colours stain the gaudy toy ;
Their paint fall here in wildest fancies flow,
Their dress, their customs, their religion show ;
So shall the British fair their minds improve,
And on the fan to distant climates rove.
Here China's ladies hall their pride display,
And silver figures gild their loose array ;
This boasts her little feet and winking eyes ;
That tunes the fife, or tinkling cymbal plies :
Here cross-leg'd nobles in rich state shall dine,
There in bright mail distorted heroes shine..
The peeping fan in modern times shall rise,
Through which unseen the female ogle Aies,
This shall in temples the fly maid conccal,
And shelter love beneath devotion's veil.
Gay France shall make the fan her artist's care
And with the costly trinket arm the fair.
As learned orators that touch the heart,
With various action raise their soothing art,
Both head and hand affect the lift'ning throng,
And humour each expression of the tongue ;
So Thall each passion by the fan be seen,
From noisy anger to the fullen spleen.
While Venus spoke, joy shone in Strephon's eyes :
Proud of the gift, he to Corinna flies
But Cupid (who delights in am'rous ill,
Wounds hearts, and leaves them to a woman's will)
With certain aim a golden arrow drew,
Which to Leander's panting bosom flew :
Leander lov’d; and to the sprightly dame
In gentle fighs reveal’d his growing fame;
Sweet smiles Corinna to his fighs returns,
And for the fop in equal paflion burns.
Lo Strephon comes ! and with a suppliant bow,
Offers the present, and renews his vow.
When she the fate of Niobe beheld,
Why has my pride against my heart rebellid?
She sighing cry'd: disdain forsook her breast,
And Strephon now was thought a worthy guest.
In Procris' bosom when she saw the dart;
She justly blames her own suspicious heart,
Imputes her discontent to jealous fear,
And knows her Strephon's constancy fincere.
When on Camilla's fate her
No more for show and equipage she burns :
She learns Leander's passion to despise,
And looks on merit with discerning eyes.
Narcissus' change to the vain virgin shows,
Who trufts to beauty, trufts the fading rose.
Youth flies apace, with youth your beauty flies,
Love then, ye virgins, ere the blossom dies.
Thus Pallas taught her. Strephon weds the dame, And Hymen's torch diffus'd the brightest fame.
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 fing?
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 silver streaming foods,
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 boift'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 sea prowi,
And to the moon in icy vallies howl.
For many a shining league the level main
Here spreads itself into a glasly plain :
There folid billows of enormous size,
green ice in wild disorder rise.
And yet but lately have I seen ev'n here,
The winter in a lovely dress appear.
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 unfully'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-sprung reeds the wat'ry marshes yield,
Seem polin'd lances in a hostile field.
The stag in limpid currents with surprize,
Sees cryftal 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 charm,