S For thy dear sake, nae care I'll take, Graham of Gartmore CXXXIV TO A YOUNG LADY WEET stream, that winds through yonder glade, Apt emblem of a virtuous maid Silent and chaste she steals along, Far from the world's gay busy throng: With gentle yet prevailing force, Intent upon her destined course; Graceful and useful all she does, Blessing and blest where'er she goes; Pure-bosom'd as that watery glass, And Heaven reflected in her face. W. Cowper CXXXV THE SLEEPING BEAUTY LEEP on, and dream of Heaven awhile- Thy rosy lips still wear a smile Ah, now soft blushes tinge her cheeks She starts, she trembles, and she weeps! -And now, how like a saint she sleeps! Sleep on secure! Above controul Thy thoughts belong to Heaven and thee: Remain within its sanctuary! S. Rogers FOR CXXXVI OR ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove And when we meet a mutual heart Bid us sigh on from day to day, But busy, busy still art thou, For once, O Fortune, hear my prayer, All other blessings I resign, Make but the dear Amanda mine. J. Thomson CXXXVII "HE merchant, to secure his treasure, Euphelia serves to grace my measure, My softest verse, my darling lyre When Cloe noted her desire That I should sing, that I should play. My lyre I tune, my voice I raise, Fair Cloe blush'd: Euphelia frown'd: I sung, and gazed; I play'd, and trembled: And Venus to the Loves around Remark'd how ill we all dissembled. M. Prior WHEN CXXXVIII HEN lovely woman stoops to folly And finds too late that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover, O. Goldsmith |