Inferior Cupids on their mafter wait;

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He fmiles well-pleas'd, and waves his wings in ftate.
His little hands imperial trophies bear,
And laurel-wreaths to grace th' elected fair.
Hyde-Park the fcene for the Review he nam'd,
Hyde-Park for pleasure and for beauty fam'd.
Where, oft from western skies the god of light
Sees new-arifing funs, than his more bright;
Then fets in blushes, and conveys his fire
To distant lands, that more his beams require.
And now the charming candidates appear.
Behold Britannia's victor graces there,
Who vindicate their country's ancient claim
To Love's pre-eminence, and Beauty's fame.
Some, who, at Anna's court, in honour rais'd,
Adorn birth-rights, by crowding nations prais'd;
Preferv'd in Kneller's pictures ever young,
In trains immortal by the Mufes fung.

Around the ring th' illuftrious rivals move,
And teach to Love himself the power of love.
Scarce, though a god, he can with safety gaze
On glory fo profuse, such mingled rays;
For Love had eyes on this important day,

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And Venus from his forehead took the blinding cloth

away.

Here Mira pafs'd, and fix'd his wondering view,

Her perfect shape diftinguish'd praises drew;
Tall, beauteous, and majestic to the fight,
She led the train, and sparkled in the light.

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There Stella claims the wreath, and pleads her eyes, By which each day fome new adorer dies.

Serena, by good-humour doubly fair,

With native sweetness charms, and fmiling air.
While Flora's youthful years and looks display

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The bloom of ripening fruits, the innocence of May, The opening fweets that months of pleasure bring, The dawn of Love, and life's indulgent fpring.

"Twere endless to defcribe the various darts, With which the fair are arm'd to conquer hearts. Whatever can the ravish'd foul infpire

With tender thoughts, and animate defire,
All arts and virtues mingled in the train;
And long the lovely rivals ftrove in vain,

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While Cupid unrefolv'd still search'd around the plain.

O! could I find, faid Love, the phoenix fhe,
In whom at once the feveral charms agree;
That phoenix the the laurel crown should have,
And Love himself with pride become her slave.

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He fcarce had fpoke, when fee-Harmonia came ! Chance brought her there, and not defire of fame, Unknowing of the choice, till fhe beheld The god approach to crown her in the field. Th' unwilling maid, with wondrous modesty, Difclaim'd her right, and put the laurel by: Warm blushes on her tender cheeks arise, And double foftnefs beautify'd her eyes.

At this, more charm'd, the rather 1 bestow, Said Love, these honours you in vain forego;

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Take then the wreath, which you, victorious fair,
Have moft deferv'd, yet least affect to wear.

TO A BEAUTIFUL LADY,

PLAYING ON THE ORGAN.

HEN fam'd Cæcilia on the Organ play'd,

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And fill'd with moving founds, the tuneful.
frame,

Drawn by the charm, to hear the facred maid,
From heaven, 'tis faid, a liftening angel came.
Thus ancient legends would our faith abuse;

In vain for were the bold tradition true,
While your harmonious touch that charm renews,
Again the feraph would appear to you.

O happy fair! in whom with pureft light

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Virtue's united beams with Beauty's shine! Should heavenly guests descend to bless our fight, What form more lovely could they wear than thine?

SONNE

E mourrai de trop de plaifir

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Je mourrai de trop de defir
Se je la trouve inexorable.

Ainfi je ne fçaurois guerir

De la douleur qui me poffede;

Je fuis afluré de perir

Par le mal, ou par le remede.

In English.

IDIE with too tranfporting joy,

If the I love rewards my fire; If she's inexorably coy,

With too much paffion I expire.

No way the fates afford to fhun
The cruel torment 1 endure;
Since I am doom'd to be undone
By the disease or by the cure.

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PAINTER.

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PAINTER, if thou canft safely gaze

On all the wonders of that face;

If thou haft charms to guard a heart
Secure by fecrets of thy art;

O! teach the mighty charm, that we
May gaze fecurely too, like thee.

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Canft

Canft thou Love's brighteft lightning draw,
Which none e'er yet unwounded faw?
To what then wilt thou next aspire,
Unless to imitate Jove's fire?
Which is a lefs adventurous pride,
Though 'twas for that Salmoneus dy'd.
That beauteous, that victorious fair,
Whose chains fo many lovers wear;
Who with a look can arts infuse,
Create a Painter, or a Mufe ;

Whom crouds with awful rapture view;
She fits ferene, and fmiles on you!
Your genius thus infpir'd will foar
To wondrous heights unknown before,
And to her beauty you will own
Your future skill and fix'd renown.

So when of old great Ammon's fon,
Adorn'd with fpoils in battle won, -
In graceful picture chose to stand,
The work of fam'd Apelles' hand;
"Exert thy fire, the monarch said, -
"Now be thy boldeft ftrokes difplay'd,
"To let admiring nations fee

Their dreaded victor drawn by thee; "To others thou may'ft life impart,» « But I'll immortalize thý art!”

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