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Him to dislike, whose modest worth should please.
Say, is your picture shown in tints like these ?
Your's !--you deny it-Hear the point then tried,
Let judgment, truth, the Muse, and love decide.
What your's !-Nay, fairest trifler, frown not fo:
Is it ? the Muse with doubt-Love answers NO:
You smile-Is 't not? Again the question try!-
Yes, judgment thinks, and truth will Yes, reply.
E E female vice and female folly here,
Raillied with wit polite, or lafh'd severe : Let Pope present such objects to our view; Such are, my fair, the full reverse of you. Rapt when, to Loddon's stream* from Windsor's
5 He sings the modest charms of fylvan maids; Dear Burford's hills in memory's eye appear, And Luddal's spring s still murmurs in my ear :
* Alluding to the beautiful Episode of Loddona, Windsor Forest.
A spring near Burford,
But when you cease to bless my longing eyes,
Dumb is the spring, the joyless prospect dies :
Come then, my charmer, come! here transport reigns !
New health, new youth, infpirits all my veins.
Each hour let intercourse of hearts employ,
Thou life of loveliness! thou foul of joy !
Love wakes the birds-oh, hear each melting lay! 15
Love warms the world--come charmer, come away!
But hark !-immortal Pope resumes the lyie!
Diviner airs, diviner Alights, inspire :
Hark where an angel's language tunes the line !
See where the thoughts and looks of angels shine ! 20
Here he pour'd all the music of your tongue,
And all your looks and thoughts, unconscious, sung.
ONG a lov'd fair had bless’d her confort's fight
With amorous pride, and undisturb’d delight; Till Death, grown envious with repugnant aim, Frown'd at their joys, and urg'd a tyrant's claim.
He fummons each disease ! -- the noxious crew, 5
Writhing, in dire distortions, strike his view!
From various plagues, which various natures know,
Forth rushes beauty's fear'd and fervent foe.
Fierce to the fair, the missile mischief Alies,
The fanguine streams in raging ferments rise !
It drives, ignipotent, through every vein,
Hangs on the heart, and burns around the brain !
Now a chill damp the charmer's lastre dims!
Sad o'er her eyes the livid languor swims !
Her eyes, that with a glance could joy intpire,
Like fetting stars, scarce thoot a glimmering fire.
Here stands her confort, sore, with anguish, prest,
Grief in his eye, and terror in his breast.
The Paphian Graces, smit with anxious care,
In filent sorrow weep the waining fair.
Eight suns, successive, roll their fire away,
And eight now nights fee their deep shades decay.
While these revolve, though mute each Muse appears,
Each speaking eye drops eloquence in tears.
On the ninth noon, great Phobus, listening bends ! 25
On the ninth noon, each voice in
Great God of light, of fong, and physic's art,
Restore the languid fair, new foul impart !
Her beauty, wit, and virtue, claim thy care,
And thine own bounty's almost rival'd there.
30 Each paus’d. The God assents. Would Death ad
vance ? Dhoebus, unseen, arrests the threatening lance !
Down from his orb a vivid influence Areams,
And quickening earth imbibes falubrious beams;
Each balmy plant, encrease of virtue knows, 35
And art, inspir’d, with all her patron, glows.
The charmer's opening eye, kind hope, reveals,
Kind hope, her confort’s breast enlivening feels.
Each grace revives, each Muse resumes the lyre,
Each beauty brightens with re-lumin'd fire.
As Health's auspicious powers gay life display,
Death, sullen at the fight, stalks flow away.
Τ Η Ε
F R L E N D.
Ε Ρ Ι S T L E
O MY lov'd Hill, O thou by heaven defigna
To charm, to mend, and to adorn mankind !
To thee my hopes, fears, joys, and sorrows tend,
Thou brother, father, nearer yet!- thou friend!
If worldly friendships oft cement, divide,
As interests vary, or as whims prefide;
If leagues of luxury borrow friendship’s light,
Or leagues subverfive of all focial right:
O say, my Hill, in what propitious sphere,
Gain we the friend, pure, knowing, and sincere ?
'Tis where the worthy and the wise retire ;
There wealth may learn its use, may love inspire ;
There may young worth, the noblest end obtain,
In want may friends, in friends may knowledge gain ;
In kuowledge bliss; for wisdom virtue finds,
And brightens mortal to immortal minds.
Kind then my wrongs, if love, like yours, succeed !
For you, like virtue, are a friend indeed.
my youth wild error know, Reproof, soft-hinted, taught the blush to glow. Young and unform’d, you first
my genius rais’d, Just ímild when faulty, and when moderate prais'd. Me shun'd, me ruin’d, such a mother's rage ! You sung, till pity wept o’er every page. You call’d my lays and wrongs to early fame ; 25 Yet, yet, th’obudrate mother felt no shame. Pierc'd as I was ! your counsel soften'd care, To ease turn’d anguish, and to biope despair. The man who never wound afflictive feels, He never felt the balmy worth that heals.
30 Welcome the wound, when blest with such relief! For deep is felt the friend, when felt in grief.
From you shall never, but with life, remove
Aspiring genius, condescending love.
When some, with cold, superior looks, redress,
Relief seems insult, and confirms distress;
You, when you view the man with wrongs besieg'd,
While warm you act th'obliger, seem th' oblig'd.