V.

March them again in fair array,

And bid them form the happy day,
The happy day defign'd to wait
On William's fame, and Europe's fate.
Let the happy day be crown'd
With great event, and fair fuccefs;

No brighter in the year be found,

But that which brings the victor home in peace.
VI.

Again thy godhead we implore,

Great in wisdom as in power;

Again, for good Maria's fake, and ours,
Choose out other smiling hours;
Such as with joyous wings have fled,

When happy counfels were advising;
Such as have lucky omens fhed

O'er forming laws, and empires rifing;
Such as many courses ran,

Hand in hand a goodly train,
To blefs the great Eliza's reign;
And in the typic glory show,

What fuller blifs Maria fhall beftow.

VII.

As the folemn hours advance, Mingled send into the dance Many fraught with all the treasures, Which thy eastern travel views; Many wing'd with all the pleafures, Man can ask, or Heaven diffufe:

That

That great Maria all those joys may know,

Which, from her cares, upon her fubjects flow.

VIII.

For thy own glory fing our fovereign's praise,
God of verfes and of days:

Let all thy tuneful fons adorn

Their lafting work with William's name ;.
Let chofen Mufes yet unborn
Take great Maria for their future theme:
Eternal structures let them raise,
On William's and Maria's praise :
Nor want new fubject for the song,

Nor fear they can exhaust the ftore,
Till nature's mufick lies unftrung;

Till thou, great god, fhalt lofe thy double power,
And touch thy lyre, and fhoot thy beams no more..

The LADY's LOOKING - GLASS.
In Imitation of a Greek Idyllium.

ELIA and I the other day

CE

Walk'd o'er the fand-hills to the fea :

The fetting fun adorn'd the coast,
His beams intire, his fiercenefs loft:
And, on the furface of the deep,

The winds lay only not asleep :
The nymph did like the fcene appear,
Serenely pleasant, calmly fair:

Soft fell her words, as flew the air.

With

With fecret joy I heard her fay,

That she would never mifs one day

A walk fo fine, a fight so gay.

But, oh the change! the winds grow high;
Impending tempefts charge the sky;
The lightning flies, the thunder roars ;
And big waves lash the frighten'd shores.
Struck with the horror of the fight,
She turns her head, and wings her flight :
And trembling vows, she'll ne'er again
Approach the fhore, or view the main.

Once more at least look back, said I,
Thyfelf in that large glass defcry:
When thou art in good-humour drest;
When gentle reafon rules thy breast;
The fun upon the calmest fea
Appears not half so bright as thee:
"Tis then that with delight I rove
Upon the boundless depth of love:
I blefs

my chain; I hand my oar;

Nor think on all I left on fhore.

But when vain doubt and groundless fear
Do that dear foolish bofom tear;
When the big lip and watery eye
Tell me, the rising storm is nigh;
"Tis then, thou art yon' angry main,
Deform'd by winds, and dafh'd by rain;
And the poor failor, that must try
Its fury, labours less than I.

Shipwreck'd, in vain to land I make,

While Love and Fate ftill drive me back :
Forc'd to doat on thee thy own way,

I chide thee first, and then obey.

Wretched when from thee, vex'd when nigh,
I with thee, or without thee, die.

WHILE from the skies the ruddy fun defcends,

And rifing night the evening fhade extends ;

While pearly dews o'erfpread the fruitful field,
And clofing flowers reviving odours yield:
Let us, beneath these spreading trees, recite
What from our hearts our Mufes may indite.
Nor need we, in this close retirement, fear,
Left any fwain our amorous fecrets hear.
SYLVIA.

To every fhepherd I would mine proclaim;
Since fair Aminta is my fofteft theme:

A stranger to the loofe delights of love,

My thoughts the nobler warmth of friendship prove: And, while its pure and facred fire I fing,

Chafte goddess of the groves, thy fuccour bring.

AMARYLLIS.

AMARYLLIS.

Propitious god of love, my breaft infpire
With all thy charms, with all thy pleafing fire
Propitious god of love, thy fuccour bring,
Whilft I thy darling, thy Alexis fing;
Alexis, as the opening bloffoms fair,
Lovely as light, and soft as yielding air.
For him each virgin fighs; and on the plains
The happy youth above each rival reigns.
Nor to the echoing groves, and whispering fpring,
In fweeter strains does artful Conon fing;
When loud applaufes fill the crouded groves,
And Phoebus the superior song approves.

: SYLVIA.

Beauteous Aminta is as early light,
Breaking the melancholy fhades of night.
When the is near, all anxious trouble flies,
And our reviving hearts confess her eyes.
Young love, and blooming joy, and gay defires,
In every breast the beauteous nymph infpires;
And on the plain when the no more appears,
The plain a dark and gloomy prospect wears.
In vain the ftreams roll on the eastern breeze
Dances in vain among the trembling trees:
In vain the birds begin their evening fong,
And to the filent night their notes prolong :
Nor groves, nor crystal streams, nor verdant field,
Does wonted pleasure in her absence yield.

VOL. I.

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