;

Ne village is without, on either side, 51
All
up

the silver Thames, or all adown
Ne Richmond's self, from whose tall front are

ey'd Vales, spires, meandring streams, and Windsor's

tow'ry pride.

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III.

W A L L E R.

Of a Lady singing to her LUTE.

AIR Charmer, cease, nor make FAI

your voice's prize A heart resign'd the conquest of your eyes: Well might, alas ! that threatned vessel fail, Which winds and lightning both at once affail. We were too blest with these inchanting lays, 5 Which must be heav'nly when an Angel plays : But killing charms

your

lover's death contrive, Left heav'nly music should be heard alive. Orpheus could charm the trees, but thus a tree, Taught by your hand, can charm no less than he: A poet made the filent wood pursue, This vocal wood had drawn the Poet too.

II 1

On a fan of the Author's design,

in which was painted the story
of CEPHALUS, and PROCRIS,

with the Motto, AURA VENI.
COM
NOME, gentle Air! th’Æolian shepherd said,

While Procris panted in the secret shade;
Come, gentle Air, the fairer Delia cries,
While at her feet her swain expiring lies.
Lo the glad gales o'er all her beauties stray, 5
Breathe on her lips, and in her bosom play!
In Delia’s hand this toy is fatal found,
Nor could that fabled dart more surely wound:
Both gifts destructive to the givers prove;
Alike both lovers fall by those they love.
Yet guiltless too this bright destroyer lives,
At random wounds, nor knows the wound The

gives :
She views the story with attentive eyes,
And pities Procris, while her lover dies.

IO

IV.

CO W L E Y.

The G A R D E N.

FAIN

AIN would

my Muse the flow'ry Treasures

sing, And humble glories of the youthful Spring; Where op'ning Roses breathing sweets diffuse, And soft Carnations show'r their balmy dews; Where Lilies smile in virgin robes of white,

5 The thin Undress of superficial Light, And vary'd Tulips show so dazzling gay, Blushing in bright diversities of day. Each painted flowret in the lake below Surveys its beauties, whence its beauties

grow; IO And pale Narcissus on the bank, in vain Transformed, gazes on himself again. Here aged trees Cathedral Walks compose, And mount the Hill in venerable rows : There the green Infants in their beds are laid, 15 The Garden's Hope, and its expected shade. Here Orange-trees with blooms and pendants

shine, And vernal honours to their autumn join ;

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Exceed their promise in the ripen'd store,
Yet in the rising blossom promise more.
There in bright drops the crystal Fountains play,
By Laurels Thielded from the piercing day :
Where Daphné, now a tree as once a maid,
Still from Apollo vindicates her shade,
Still turns her beauties from th' invading beam,
Nor seeks in vain for succour to the Stream. 26
The stream at once preserves her virgin leaves,
At once a shelter from her boughs receives,
Where Summer's beauty midst of Winter stays,
And Winter's Coolness spite of Summer's rays. 30