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III.

Tell me, my fellows all, am I not fair?
Has fell enchantress blasted all my charms?
Whilom mine head was fleek with treffed hayre,
My laughing eyne did shoot out love's alarms:
E'en KATE did deemen me the fairest fwain,
When erft I won this girdle on the plain.

IV.

My lip with vermil was embellished,
My bagpipes notes loud and delicious were,
The milk-white lilly, and the rose so red,
Did on my face depeinten lively cheere,
My voice as foote as mounting larke did shrill,
My look was blythe as MARG'RET's at the mill.

V.

But fhe forfooth, more fair than MADGE or KATE,
A dainty maid, did deign not shepherd's love;
Nor wift what THENOT told us fwains of late;
That VENUS fought a fhepherd in a grove ;
Nor that a heav'nly God who PHOEBUS height,
To tend his flock with fhepherds did delight.-

VI.

Ah! 'tis that VENUS with accurft despight,
That all my dolour, and my fhame has made!
Nor does remembrance of her own delight,
For me one drop of pity fweet perfuade?
Aye hence the glowing rapture may she mifs,
Like me be fcorn'd, nor ever taste a kifs!

INSCRIBED

ON A BEAUTIFUL

GROTTO NEAR THE WATER.

I.

HE Graces fought in yonder ftream,
To cool the fervid day,

THE

When love's malicious godhead came,

And ftole their robes away.

II.

Proud of the theft, the little god

Their robes bade DELIA wear;

While they, afham'd to ftir abroad,
Remain all naked here.

LOVE ELEGY.

BY MR. SMALLET.

W

I.

Here now are all my flatt'ring dreams of joy!
MONIMIA, give my foul her wonted reft;—
Since first thy beauty fix'd my roving eye,
Heart-gnawing cares corrode my penfive breast!
II.

Let happy lovers fly where pleasures ca'l,
With feftive fongs beguile the fleeting hour;
Lead Beauty thro' the mazes of the ball,
Or press her wanton in love's roseate bow'r.

III.

For me, no more I'll range th' empurpled mead, Where fhepherds pipe, and virgins dance around; Nor wander thro' the woodbine's fragrant shade, To hear the music of the grove refound.

IV.

I'll feek fome lonely church, or dreary hall, Where fancy paints the glimm'ring taper blue, Where damps hang mould'ring on the ivy'd wall, And sheeted ghosts drink up the midnight dew:

V.

There leagu'd with hopeless anguish and defpair,
Awhile in filence o'er my fate repine;
Then, with a long farewell to love and care,

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Wilt thou, MONIMIA, fhed a gracious tear
On the cold grave where all my sorrows rest?
Wilt thou ftrew flow'rs, applaud my love fincere,
And bid the turf lie light upon my breaft!

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Hail to thy living light,

Ambrofial morn! all hail thy rofeat ray:
That bids gay nature all her charms display
In varied beauty bright;

That bids each dewy-fpangled flowret rife,
And dart around its vermeil dies;

Bids filver luftre grace yon sparkling tide,
That winding warbles down the mountain's fide.

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