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Lovely as light, and soft as yielding air.
Beauteous Aminta is as early light, Breaking the melancholy shades of night. When she is near, all anxious trouble flies; And our reviving hearts confess her eyes. Young love, and blooming joy, and gay desires, In ev'ry breast the beauteous nymph inspires: And on the plain when she no more appears, The plain a dark and gloomy prospect wears. In vain the streams roll on : the eastern breeze Dances in vain among the trembling trees. In vain the birds begin their ev'ning song, And to the silent night their notes prolong : Nor groves, nor crystal streams, nor verdant field Does wonted pleasure in her absence yield.
AMARYLLIS. And in his absence, all the pensive day, In some obscure retreat I lonely stray; All day to the repeating caves complain, In mournful accents, and a dying strain. Dear lovely youth, I cry to all around: Dear lovely youth, the flattering vales resound. WOL. I. 8
SILVIA. On flow'ry banks, by ev'ry murm'ring stream, Aminta is my Muse's softest theme: 'Tis she that does my artful notes refine: With fair Aminta's name my noblest verse shall shine.
AMARYLLIS. I'll twine fresh garlands for Alexis' brows, And consecrate to him eternal vows: The charming youth shall my Apollo prove: He shall adorn my songs, and tune my voice to love.
TO THE AUTHOR OF THE FOREGOING PASTORAL
By Silvia if thy charming self be meant;
And thy fond heart beats measure to thy strains,
But, if by chance the series of thy joys
TO A LADY : SHE REFUSING TO CONTINUE A DISPUTE WITH ME,
AND LEAVING ME IN THE ARGUMENT.
SPARE, gen’rous Victor, spare the slave,
That more than triumph he might have,
In the dispute whate’er I said,
And in my looks you might have read
You, far from danger as from fear,
For seldom your opinions err;
Why, fair one, would you not rely
Could I their prevalence deny,
Alas! not hoping to subdue,
To keep the beauteous foe in view
But she, howe'er of vict'ry sure,
And, arm'd with more immediate power,
Deeper to wound, she shuns the fight;
Secures her conquest by her flight,
So when the Parthian turn’d his steed,
With cruel skill the backward reed
SEEINU THE DUKE OF ORMOND’S 1 PICTURE
AT SIR GODFREY KNELLER's.
OUT from the injur'd canvas, Kneller, strike
1 James Duke of Ormond, eldest son of Thomas, Earl of Ossory. He succeeded his grandfather in title and estate in the year 1688; was bred at Christ Church in the University of Oxford, and after holding many considerable posts during the reigns of King William and Queen Anne, was, in the beginning of the reign of George the First, attainted of high treason on account of his being concerned in the unpopular measures of the last four years of Queen Anne's reign. He died in exile in the year 1745, in a very advanced age.
2. At the battle of Landen the Duke of Ormond was taken prisoner after his horse was shot under him, and he had received many wounds. Mr. Dryden, in his dedication prefixed to his Fables in the year 1699, says, “Yet not to be wholly silent of all your charities, I must stay a little on one action, which preferred the relief of others to the consideration of yourself. When, in the battle of Landen, your heat of courage (a fault only pardonable to your youth) had transported you so far before your friends, that they were unable to follow, much less to succour you; when you were not only dangerously, but in all appearance mortally wounded, when in that desperate condition you were made prisoner, and carried to Namur, at that time in possession of the French; then it was, my Lord, that you took a considerable part of what was remitted to you of your own revenues, and