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Much like her pupil, Egypt's sportive dame,
Her dress expressive, and her air the same,
When her gay bark o'er silver Cydnos rolld,
And all the emblazon'd streamers wav'd in gold.
Such shone the vision, nor forbore to move
The fond contagious airs of lawless love ;
Each wanton eye deluding glances fir'd,
And amorous dimples on each cheek conspir'd.
Lifeless her gait, and slow; with seeming pain,
She dragg'd her loitering limbs along the plain, (
Yet made some faint efforts, and first approach'd

the swain.
So glaring draughts, with tawdry lustre bright,
Spring to the view, and rush upon the sight;
More slowly charms a Raphael's chaster air,
Waits the calm search, and pays the searcher's care.

Wrapt in a pleas'd suspense, the youth survey'd The various charms of each attractive maid; Alternate each he view'd, and each admir'd, And found, alternate, varying flames inspir'd; Quick o'er their forms his eyes with pleasure ran, When she, who first approach'd him, first began: • Hither, dear boy! direct thy wandering eyes, 'Tis here the lovely Vale of Pleasure lies : Debate no more, to me thy life resign ; Each sweet which nature can diffuse is mine : For me the nymph diversities her pow'r, Springs in a tree, or blossoms in a flow'r; To please my ear she tunes the linnet's strains; To please my eye with lilies paints the plains; To form my couch in mossy beds she grows; To gratify my smell perfumes the rose; Reveals the fair, the fertile scene you see, And swells the vegetable world for me.

Let the gulld fool the toils of war pursue, Where bleed the many to enrich the few; [prize ; Where Chance from Courage claims the boasted Where, though she give, your country oft denies. Industrious thou shalt Cupid's wars maintain, And ever gently fight his soft campaign; His darts alone shalt wield, his wounds endure, Yet only suffer to enjoy the cure. Yield but to me-a choir of nymphs shall rise And fire thy breast, and bless thy ravish'd eyes : Their beauteous cheeks a fairer rose shall wear, A brighter lily on their necks appear; Where fondly thou thy favour'd head shalt rest, Soft as the down that swells the cygnet's nest : While Philomel in each soft voice complains, And gently lulls thee with mellifluous strains ; Whilst with each accent sweetest odours flow, And spicy gums round every bosom glow. Not the fam'd bird Arabian clines admire Shall in such luxury of sweets expire. At Sloth let War's victorious sons exclaim, In vain! for Pleasure is my real name : Nor envy thou the head with bays o'ergrown; No, seek thou roses to adorn thy own; For well each opening scene that claims my care Suits and deserves the beauteous crown I wear.

Let others prune the vine; the genial bowl Shall crown thy table and enlarge thy soul. Let vulgar hands explore the brilliant mine, So the gay produce glitter still on thine. Indulgent Bacchus loads his labouring tree, And, guarding, gives its clustering sweets to me. For my lov'd train Apollo's piercing beam Darts through the passive glebe, and frames the gem.

See in my cause consenting gods employ'd,
Nor slight these gods, their blessings unenjoy'd.
For thee the poplar shall its amber drain;
For thee, in clouded beauty, spring the cane;
Some costly tribute every clime shall pay,
Some charming treasure every wind convey;
Eaclı object round some pleasing scene shall yield,
Art build thy dome, while Nature decks thy field:
Of Corinth's order shall the structure rise,
The spiring turrets glitter through the skies;
Thy costly robe shall glow with Tyrian rays,
Thy vase shall sparkle, and thy car shall blaze;
Yet thou, whatever pomp the sun display,
Shalt own the amorous night exceeds the day.

· When melting flutes and sweetly-sounding lyres
Wake the gay Loves, and cite the young Desires;
Or in the Ionian dance some favourite maid
Improves the flame her sparkling eyes convey'd ;
Think, can'st thou quit a glowing Delia's arms,
To feed on Virtue's visionary charms ?
Or slight the joys which wit and youth engage,
For the faint honour ota frozen sage?
To find dull envy ev'n that lope deface,
And, where you toil'd for glory, reap disgrace!

•()! think that beauty waits on thy decree, And thy lov'd loveliest charmer pleads with me, She whose soft smile or gentler glance to move, You vow'd the wild extremities of love; In whose endearments years like moments flew; For whose endearments millions seem'd too few; She, she implores; she bids thee seize the prime, And tread with her the flowery tracts of time, Nor thus her lovely bloom of life bestor On some cold lover or insulting foe.

Think, if against that tongue thou canst rebel, Where love yet dwelt, and reason seem'd to dwell, What strong persuasion arms her softer sighs ! What full conviction sparkles in her eyes !

“See Nature smiles, and birds salute the shade,
Where breathing jassmine screens the sleeping maid,
And such her charms, as to the vain inay prove.
Ambition seeks more humble joys than Love!
There busy toil shall ne'er invade thy reign,
Nor sciences perplex thy labouring brain,
Or none but what with equal sweets invite,
Nor other arts but to prolong delight.
Sometimes thy fancy prune her tender wing,
To praise a pendant, or to grace a ring ;
To fix the dress that suits each varying mien;
To show where best the clustering gems are seen;
To sigh soft strains along the vocal grove,
And tell the charms, the sweet effects, of love!
Nor fear to tind a coy disdainful Muse,
Nor think the sisters will their aid refuse :
Cool grots, and tinkling rills, or silent shades,
Soft scenes of leisure, suit the barmonious maids;
And all the wise and all the grave decree
Some of that sacred train allied to me.

• But if more specious ease thy wishes claim,
And thy breast glow with faint desire of fame,
Some softer science shall thy thoughts amuse,
And learning's name a solemn sound diffusc.
To thee all Nature's curious stores I'll bring,
Explain the beauties of an insect's wing ;
The plant which Nature, less diffusely kind,
Has to few climes with partial care contin'd;
The shell she scatters with more careless air,
And in her frolics seems supremely fair ;

The worth that dazzles in the tulip's stains,
Or lurks beneath a pebble's various veins.

Sleep's downy god, averse to war’s alarms,
Shall o'er thy head diffuse his softest charms,
Ere anxious thought thy dear repose assail,
Or care, my most destructive foe prevail.
The watry nymphs shall tune the vocal vales,
And gentle zephyrs harmonize their gales,
For thy repose inform, with rival joy,
Their streams to murmur, and their winds to sigh.
Thus shalt thou spend the sweetly-flowing day,
Till, lost in bliss, thou breathe thy soul away;
Till she to' Elysian bow'rs of joy repair,
Nor find my charming scenes exceeded there.'

She ceas'd; and on a lilied bank reclin'd, Her flowing robe wav'd wanton with the wind; One tender hand her drooping head sustains, One points, expressive, to the flowery plains. Soon the fond youth perceiv'd her influence roll Deep in his breast, to melt his manly soul; As when Favonius joins the solar blaze, And each fair fabric of the frost decays. Soon to his breast the soft harangue convey'd Resolves too partial to the specious maid. He sigh’d, he gaz'd, so sweetly smild the dame, Yet sighing, gazing, seein'd to scorn his flame, And oft as Virtue caught his wandering eye, A crimson blush condemn'd the rising sigh. "Twas such the lingering Trojan's shame betray'd, When Maia’s son the frown of Jove display'd ; When wealth, fame, empire, could no baiance prove, For the soft reign of Dido and of love. Thus ill with arduous glory love conspires, Soft tender flames with bold in:petnous fires !

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