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What shall he do? In fweet confusion loft,
1300 The banks surveying, Itrip'd her beauteous limbs, To taste the lucid coolness of the flood. Ah, then ! 'not Paris on the piny top Of Ida panted stronger, when aside The rival-goddesses 'the veil divine
1305 Caft unconfin'd, and gave him all their charms, Than, Damon, thou; as from the fnowy leg, And slender foot, th' inverted filk she drew; As the soft touch diffolv'd the virgin zorie; And, through the parting robe, th' alternate breast, With youth wild-throbbing, on thy lawless gaze In full luxuriance rofe. But, desperate youth, How durst thou risque the foul-distracting view; As from her naked limbs, of glowing white, Harmonious fwell’d by Nature's fineft hand, 1315 In folds loofe-floating fell the fainter lawn; And fair-expos'd the stood, shrunk from herself, With fancy blushing, at the doubtful breeze Alarm’d, and starting like the fearful fawn? Then to the flood the ruth'd; the parted food 1320 Its lovely guest with closing waves receiv'd;
And every beauty softening, every grace
1330 Such maddening draughts of beauty to the soul, As for a while o'erwhelm'd his raptur'd thought With luxury too-daring. Check’d, at last, By love's respectful modesty, he deem'd The theft profane, if aught profane to love 1335 Can e'er be deem'd; and, struggling from the shade, With headlong hurry fled: but first these lines, Trac'd by his ready pencil, on the bank With trembling hand he threw. “ Bathe on, my fair, “ Yet unbeheld, lave by the facred eye
1340 “ Of faithful love : I go to guard thy haunt, • To keep from thy recess each vagrant foot, “ And each licentious eye.” With wild surprizes As if to marble struck, devoid of sense, A stupid moment motionless the stood : So ftands the *ftatue that enchants the world, So bending tries to veil the matchless boast, The mingled beauties of exulting Greece. Recovering, swift she flew to find those robes
The Venus of Medici.
Which blissful Eden knew not; ånd,
array'd In careless haste, th' alarming paper fnatch’d. But, when her Damon's well-known hand the faw, Her terrors vanish'd, and a softer train Of mixt emotions, hard to be describ'd, Her sudden bofom seiz'd : shame void of guilt, The charming blush of innocence, esteem. And admiration of her lover's flame, By modesty exalted : ev'n a sense Of self-approving beauty stole across Her busy thought. At length, a tender calm 1360 Hush'd by degrees the tumult of her soul ; And on the spreading beech, that o'er the Atream Incumbent hung, the with the sylvan pen, Of rural lovers this confession carv'd, Which foon her Damon kifs’d with weeping joy: 1365 “ Dear youth ! fole judge of what these verses mean, “ By fortune too much favour’d, but by love, 66 Alas! not favour'd lefs, be still as now “ Discreet: the time may come you need not fly.”
The sun has lost his rage : his downward orb 1370 Shoots nothing now but animating warmth, And vital lustre; that, with various ray,
the clouds, those beauteous robes of heaven, Incessant roll'd into romantic shapes, The dream' of waking fancy! Broad below, 1375 Cover'd with ripening fruits, and swelling fast Into the perfect year, the pregnant earth And all her tribes rejoice. Now the soft hour Of walking comes : for him who lonely loves
To seek the distant hills, and there converse
pour their souls in transport, which the Sire Of love approving hears, and calls it good. Which way, Amanda, shall we bend our course? 1400 The choice perplexes. Wherefore should we chuse? All is the same with thee. Say, shall we wind Along the streams ?. or walk the smiling mead? Or court the forest-glades? or wander wild Among the waving harvests? or afcend,
:3405 While radiant Summer opens all its pride, Thy hill, delightful * Shene? Here let us sweep
* The old name of Richmond, signifying in Saxon joining, or splondori'
The boundless landskip: now the raptur'd eye,
-3430 From courts and fenates Pelham finds -repose, Inchanting vale! beyond whate'er the Muse Has of Achaia or Hefperia fung! O vale of bliss! O softly-swelling hills ! On which the Power of Cultivation lies,
1435 Highgate and Hamstead. + 'In his last fickness.