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But see !ma living prospect drawing near
Behold where bright Urania does advance,
Tis hard to say which gives the deepeit wound.
59 Your looks hall triumph for Love's aeity :
And though you now my
power disdain, You once perhaps may feel a lover's pain.
Though Helen's form, and Cleopatra's charms, The boaft of fame, once kindled dire alarms : Those dazzling lights the world no more must view, And scarce would think the bright description true, Did not that ray of beauty, more divine, In Mira's eyes by transmigration shine. Her shape, her air, proportion, lovely face, 60 And matchless skin content with rival grace; And Venus' self, proud of th' officious aid, With all her charms adorns th' illustrious maid. But hark !-what more than mortal sounds are
thefe ? Be still, ye whispering winds, and moving trees ! 65 A second Mira does all hearts surprize, At once victorious with her voice and eyes. Her eyes
alone can tenderest love inspire,
Engaging Cynthia "'s arm’d with every grace ; Her lovely mind Mines chearful through her face, A sacred lamp in a fair crystal cale, Not Venus-star, the brightest of the sphere, Smiles so serene, or casts a light so.clear. O happy brother of this wondrous fair! The best of fifters well deserves thy care; Her fighing lovers, who in crouds adore, Would wish thy place, did they not will for more. What angels are, when we desire to know, We form a thought by such as the below, And thence conclude they're bright beyond conspare, Compos’d of all that's good, and all that's fair.
There yet remains unnam’d a dazzling throng Of nymphs, who to these happy shades belong. O Venus ! lovely queen of soft desires ! For ever dwell where such supply thy fires ! 95 May Virtue still with Beauty share the sway, And the glad world with willing zeal obey !
TH' inspiring Muses and the God of Love,
Which most should grace the fair Molinda strove Love arm'd her with his bow and keenest darts, The Muses more enrich'd her mind with arts.
Though Greece in shining temples keretofore
5 Did Venus and Minerva's powers adore, The ancients thought no single goddess fit, To reign at once o'er Beauty and o'er Wit; Each was a separate claim; till now we find The different titles in Molinda join'd. From hence, when at the court, the park, the play, She gilds the evening, or improves the day, All eyes regard her with transporting fire, One sex with envy burns, and one with fierce desire : But when, withdrawn from public show and noise, 15 In filent works her fancy he employs, A smiling train of Arts around her stand, And court improvement from her curious hand. She, their bright patroness, o'er all presides, And with like skill the pen and needle guides ; By this we see gay filken landıkips wrought, By that the landskip of a beauteous thought : Whether her voice in tuneful airs she moves, Or cuts disembled flowers and paper groves, Her voice transports the ear with soft delight, 25 Her flowers and groves surprize the ravish'd fight; Which ev'n to Nature's wonders we prefer ; All but that wonder Nature, form'd in her.
A FRIEND IN THE COUNTRY. WHILST thou art happy in a bleft retreat,
And free from care doft rural songs repeat, Whilft fragrant air fans thy poetic fire, And pleasant groves with sprightly notes inspire, (Graves, whose receffes and refreshing hade 5 Indulge th' invention, and the judgment aid) 1, 'midit the finoke and clamours of the town, That choke my Mufe, and weigh my fancy down, Pafs my unactive hours ; In such an air, how can soft numbers flow, Or in such foil the facred laurel grow? All we can boast of the poetic fire, Are but some sparks that foon as born expire.
Hail happy woods ! harbours of peace and joy! Where no black cares the mind's repose destroy ! 15 Where grateful Silence unmolested reigns, Aflitts the Muse, and quickens all her strains. Such were the scenes of our first parents' love, In Eden's groves with equal flames they trove, While warbling birds, foft whispering breaths of
wind, And murmuring streams, to grace their nuptials join'd. All Nature smil'd; the plains were fresh and green, Unstaip'd the fountains, and the heavens serene.