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V.

March them again in fair array,
And bid them form the happy day,
The happy day defign'd to wait
On William's fame, and Europe's fate.
Let the happy day be crown'd
With great event, and fair fuccefs;

No brighter in the year be found,

But that which brings the victor home in peace.
VI.

Again thy godhead we implore,
Great in wisdom as in power;

Again, for good Maria's fake, and ours,
Choose out other smiling hours;
Such as with joyous wings have fled,
When happy counfels were advifing;
Such as have lucky omens fhed

O'er forming laws, and empires rifing;
Such as many courfes ran,

Hand in hand a goodly train,

To bless the great Eliza's reign;
And in the typic glory fhow,

What fuller blifs Maria fhall beftow.

VII.

As the folemn hours advance, Mingled fend into the dance Many fraught with all the treasures, Which thy eastern travel views; Many wing'd with all the pleasures, Man can afk, or Heaven diffufe:

That

That great Maria all those joys may know,

Which, from her cares, upon her subjects flow.. VIII.

For thy own glory fing our fovereign's praise,.

God of verfes and of days:

Let all thy tuneful fons adorn

Their lafting work with William's name;
Let chofen Mufes yet unborn

Take great Maria for their future theme:
Eternal ftructures let them raise,
On William's and Maria's praise :
Nor want new fubject for the fong,

Nor fear they can exhaust the store,
Till nature's mufick lies unftrung;

Till thou, great god, fhalt lofe thy double power, And touch thy lyre, and fhoot thy beams no more.

The LADY'S LOOKING-GLASS,
In Imitation of a Greek Idyllium.

CELIA and I the other day.

Walk'd o'er the fand-hills to the fea:

The fetting fun adorn'd the coast,
His beams intire, his fiercenefs loft:
And, on the furface of the deep,
The winds lay only not asleep:
The nymph did like the fcene appear,.
Serenely pleafant, calmly fair:
Soft fell her words, as flew the air.

With fecret joy I heard her fay,

That he would never mifs one day

A walk fo fine, a fight so gay.

But, oh the change! the winds grow high;
Impending tempefts charge the fky;
The lightning flies, the thunder roars;
And big waves lafh the frighten'd shores.
Struck with the horror of the fight,
She turns her head, and wings her flight:
And trembling vows, she'll ne'er again
Approach the fhore, or view the main.
Once more at least look back, faid I,
Thyself in that large glass descry :
When thou art in good-humour dreft;
When gentle reason rules thy breast
The fun upon the calmeft fea
Appears not half so bright as thee:
'Tis then that with delight I rove
Upon the boundless depth of love:
I bless my chain; I hand my oar;
Nor think on all I left on fhore.

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But when vain doubt and groundless fear
Do that dear foolish bofom tear;
When the big lip and watery eye
Tell me, the rising storm is nigh;
"Tis then, thou art yon' angry main,
Deform'd by winds, and dash'd by rain ;
And the poor failor, that must try
Its fury, labours less than I...

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Shipwreck'd, in vain to land I make,

While Love and Fate ftill drive me back :
Forc'd to doat on thee thy own way,

I chide thee first, and then obey.

Wretched when from thee, vex'd when nigh,
I with thee, or without thee, die.

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And rifing night the evening fhade extends;
While pearly dews o'erfpread the fruitful field,
And clofing flowers reviving odours yield:
Let us, beneath thefe fpreading trees, recite
What from our hearts our Mufes may indite.
Nor need we, in this clofe retirement, fear,
Left any fwain our amorous fecrets hear.
SYLVIA.

To every fhepherd I would mine proclaim;
Since fair Aminta is my fofteft theme:

A ftranger to the loofe delights of love,

My thoughts the nobler warmth of friendship prove:
And, while its pure and facred fire I fing,

Chafte goddess of the groves, thy fuccour bring.

AMARYLLIS.

AMARYLLIS.

Propitious god of love, my breaft infpire
With all thy charms, with all thy pleafing fire;
Propitious god of love, thy fuccour bring,
Whilft I thy darling, thy Alexis fing;
Alexis, as the opening bloffoms fair,
Lovely as light, and foft as yielding air.
For him each virgin fighs; and on the plains
The happy youth above each rival reigns.
Nor to the echoing groves, and whispering spring,
In sweeter strains does artful Conon fing;
When loud applaufes fill the crouded groves,
And Phoebus the fuperior fong approves.

SYLVIA.

Beauteous Aminta is as early light,
Breaking the melancholy fhades of night.
When she is near, all anxious trouble flies,
And our reviving hearts confefs her eyes.
Young love, and blooming joy, and gay defires,
In every breast the beauteous nymph inspires ;
And on the plain when the no more appears,
The plain a dark and gloomy profpect wears.
In vain the streams roll on the eaftern breeze
Dances in vain among the trembling trees:
In vain the birds begin their evening fong,
And to the filent night their notes prolong :
Nor groves, nor crystal ftreams, nor verdant field,
Does wonted pleasure in her abfence yield.

VOL. I.

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