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With transport granting all that she could give,
O matchlefs bird! whofe race, with nicest care, Heaven feems in pleasure to have form'd fo fair! 25 From whofe gay plumes ev'n Phoebus with delight Sees his own rays reflected doubly bright! Though numerous rivals of the wing there be That share our praife, when not compar'd to thee, Soon as thy rifing glories ftrike our eyes, Their beauty fhines no more, their luftre dies. So when Molinda, with fuperior charms, Dazzles the ring, and other nymphs difarms, To her the rallying Loves and Graces fly, And, fixing there, proclaim the victory.
No wonder, then, fince he was born t'excell, This bird's fair image fhe describes fo well: Happy, as in fome temple thus to stand, Immortaliz'd by her fuccessful hand.
OETS invoke, when they rehearse
In happy ftrains their pleafing dreams, Some Mufe unfeen to crown their verfe, And boast of Heliconian ftreams:
But here, a real Muse inspires
(Who more reviving ftreams imparts) Our fancies with the Poets fires, And with a nobler flame our hearts.
While from her hand each honour'd guest
He thinks 'tis Jove's immortal feast,
As o'er each fountain, Poets fing,
Some lovely guardian-nymph has sway,
Who from the confecrated fpring
So hither dares no favage prefs,
Who Beauty's fovereign power defies ;. All, drinking here, her charms confefs,
Proud to be conquer'd by her eyes.
When Phoebus try'd his herbs in vain
On Hyacinth, had the been there, With tea fhe would have cur'd the fwain,
Who only then had dy'd for her. January 1, 1791.
I&toria comes! fhe leaves the forag'd groves! Her flying camp of Graces and of Loves Strike all their tents, and for the march prepare, And to new scenes of triumph wait the fair.
Unlike the flaves which other warriors gain,
That loath fubjection, and would break their chain, Her rural flaves their abfent victor mourn,
And with not liberty, but her return.
The conquer'd countries droop, while fhe's away,
Mean time in peopled cities crouds prefs on,
WRITTEN IN A LADY'S PRAYER-BOOK.
O fair a form, with fuch devotion join'd!
A virgin body, and a spotlefs mind!
Pleas'd with her prayers, while Heaven propitious fees.
Sure it must think fome angel loft its way,
FOR THE MONTH OF MAY.
WANTON Zephyr, come away!
On this fweet, this filent grove,
Sacred to the Muse and Love,
In gentle wifper'd murmurs play!
Come let thy foft, thy balmy breeze
Diffuse thy vernal sweets around
From sprouting flowers, and blossom'd trees ;
Lovely feafon of defire !
Nature fmiles with joy to fee
The brightest object in the skies,
The defign of this Ode was to infinuate to Auguftus the danger of transferring the feat of the empire from Rome to Troy, which we are informed hẹ once entertained thoughts of.
THE man to right inflexibly inclin'd,
Poifing on Virtue's bafe his mind,
All rock within, he can unmov'd endure
The foaming fury of the flood,
When bellowing winds their jarring troops engage,