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The traveller a miry country fees,

And journies fad beneath the dropping trees.
Like fome deluded peasant, Merlin leads

Thro' fragrant bow'rs, and through delicious meads;
While here enchanted gardens to him rife,
And airy fabricks there attract his eyes,
His wand'ring feet the magic paths pursue ;
And, while he thinks the fair illufion 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 tranfient vifion mourns.

Copenhagen,

March 9, 1709.

On

On the Friendship betwixt SACHARISSA and

TE

AMORET.

By Mr. WALLER.

ELL me, lovely loving pair!
Why fo kind, and fo severe ?

Why fo careless of our care,
Only to yourselves fo dear?

By this cunning change of hearts,
You the pow'r of love controul;
While the boy's deluded darts

Can arrive at neither foul.

For in vain to either breaft

Still beguiled Love does come :

Where he finds a foreign gueft;
Neither of your hearts at home.

Debtors thus with like defign,

When they never mean to pay, That they may the law decline, To fome friend make all away.

Not the filver doves that fly,

Yok'd in Cytherea's car;

Not the wings that lift so high;

And convey her son so far;

Are

Are fo lovely, fweet, and fair,

Or do more ennoble love;
Are fo choicely match'd a pair,
Or with more confent do move.

T

On a GIRDLE.

By the fame.

HAT which her flender 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 extremeft 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 reft the fun

goes

round.

ORIENTAL ECLOGUES.

By Mr. COLLINS.

E CLOGUE I.

SELIM; OR, THE SHEPHERD'S MORAL.

SCENE, A VALLEY NEAR BAGDAT.

TIME, THE MORNING.

E Perfian maids, attend your poet's lays,

YE

And hear how shepherds pass their golden days. Not all are bleft, whom fortune's hand sustains With wealth in courts, nor all that haunt the plains: Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell ; 'Tis virtue makes the blifs, where'er we dwell. Thus Selim fung, by facred truth infpir'd; Nor praise, but such as truth bestow'd, defir'd: Wife in himself, his meaning fongs convey'd Informing morals to the fhepherd maid; Or taught the fwains that surest bliss to find, What groves nor ftreams beftow, a virtuous mind. When sweet and blushing, like a virgin bride,

The radiant morn refum'd her orient pride,
When wanton gales along the valleys play,

Breathe on each flower, and bear their fweets away;

By

By Tigris' wandering waves he fat, and fung
This useful leffon for the fair and young.

Ye Perfian dames, he faid, to you belong,

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'Well may they please, the morals of my song :
No fairer maids, I truft, than you are found,
Grac'd with soft arts, the peopled world around!
The morn that lights you, to your loves fupplies
Each gentler ray delicious to your eyes:
.For you thofe flowers her fragrant hands bestow,
And yours the love that kings delight to know.
Yet think not thefe, all beauteous as they are,
The best kind bleffings heaven can grant the fair!
Who truft alone in beauty's feeble ray,

Boaft but the worth Baffora's pearls display; Drawn from the deep we own their furface bright, But, dark within, they drink no luftrous light: Such are the maids, and fuch the charms they boast, By fenfe unaided, or to virtue loft.

Self-flattering fex! your hearts believe in vain
That love shall blind, when once he fires the fwain
Or hope a lover by your faults to win,

As fpots on ermin beautify the skin :
Who feeks fecure to rule, be firft her care
Each fofter virtue that adorns the fair;
Each tender paffion man delights to find,

The lov'd perfections of a female mind!

Bleft were the days, when Wisdom held her reign, And shepherds fought her on the filent plain;

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