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Nor shall the mounting lark the Muse detajn, Her reputation, which is all her boast,
That greets the morning with his early strain; In a malicious visit ne'er was lost;
When, 'midst his song, the twinkling glass betrays, No midnight masquerade her beauty wears,
While from each angle tlash the glancing rays, And health, not paint, the fading bloom repairs.
And in the Sun the transient colours blaze,

If love's soft passion in her bosom reign,
Pride lures the little warbler from the skies:

An equal passion warms her happy swain; The light-enamour'd bird deluded dies.

No homebred jars her quiet state control, But still the chase, a pleasing task, remains; Nor watchful jealousy torments her soul; The hound must open in these rural strains. With secret joy she sees her little race Soon as Aurora drives away the night,

Hang on her breast, and her small cottage grace; And edges eastern clouds with rosy light,

The fleecy ball their busy fingers cull, The healthy huntsman, with the cheerful horn, Or from the spindle draw the lengthening wool: Summons the dogs, and greets the dappled morn; | Thas flow her hours with constant peace of mind, The jocund thunder wakes th' enliven'd hounds, Till age the latest thread of life unwind. They rouze from sleep, and answer sounds for - Ye happy fields, unknown to noise and strife, sounds;

The kind rewarders of industrious life; · Wide through the furzy field their rout they take, Ye shady woods, where once I us'd to rove, 'Their bleeding bosoms force the thorny brake : Alike indulgent to the Muse and Love; The flying game their smoking nostrils trace, Ye murmuring streams that in meanders roll, No boundmg hedge obstructs their eager pace; The sweet composers of the pensive soul! The distant inountains echo from afar,

Farewell !--The city calls ine from your bowers : And hanging woods resound the flying war:

Farewell, amusing thoughts, and peaceful hours The tuneful noise the sprightly courser hears, Paws the green turf, and pricks his trembling

ears; The slacken'd rein now gives him all his speed, Back flies the rapid ground beneath the steed;

· THE FAN Hills, dales, and forests, far behind remain,

A POEM. While the warm scent draws on the deep-mouth'd train.

IN THREE BUOKS. Where shall the trembling hare a shelter find ?

--1νθα δί και θελκτήρια πάντα σίτυκτο. Hark! death advances in each gust of wind! Now stratagems and doubling wiles she tries,

*Exfive pain pidorms, is de musgos, sv I begiotùs,

Πάρφασις, και τ' ίκλιψι νόον σύκα πες Φρονεόντων Now circling turns, and now at large she flies : TIL spent at last, she pants, and heaves for breath.

Τον δά οι άμβαλε χερσίν.

Hom. Iliad. xiv. 315. Then lays her down, and waits devouring death. But stay, adventurous Muse! hast thou the force

Door I. To wind the twisted horn, to guide the horse? To keep thy seat unmov'd, hast thou the skill, II IING that graceful toy, whose waving play ('er the high gate, and down the headlong hill ? With gentle gales relieves the sultry day: Cans thou the stag's laborious chase direct, Not the wide fan by Persian dames display'd, Or the strong fox through all his arts detect? Which o'er their beauty casts a grateful shade; The theme demands a more experienc'd lay: Nor that long known in China's artful land, Ye mighty hunters! spare this weak essay. Which, while it cools the face, fatigues the hand :

O happy plains, remote from wars alarins, Nor shall the Muse in Asian climates rove, And all the ravages of hostile arıns!

To seek in Indostan some spicy grove, And happy shepherds, who, secure from fear, Where, stretch'd at ease, the panting lady lies, On open downs preserve your fleecy care !

To shun the fervour of meridian skies, Whose spacious barns groan with increasing store, While sweating slaves catch every breeze of air, And whirling fails disjoint the cracking floor! And with wide-spreading fans refresh the fair; No barbarous soldier, bent on cruel spoil,

No busy gnats her pleasing dreams molest, Spreads desolation o'er your fertile soil ;

Inflame her cheek, or ravage o'er her breast; No trampling steed lays waste the ripen'd grain, But artificial zephyrs round her fly, Nor crackling fires devour the promis'd gain : And mitigate the fever of the sky, No flaming beacons cast their blaze afar,

Nor shall Bermudas long the Muse detain, The dreadful signal of invasive war:

Whose fragrant forests bloom in Waller's strain, No trumpet's clangour wounds the mother's ear, Where breathing sweets from every field ascend, and calls the lover from his swooning fair,

And the wild woods with golden apples bend. What happiness the rural maid attends,

Yet let me in some odorous shade repose, In cheerful labour while each day she spends ! | Whilst in my verse the fair palmetto grows : She gratefully receives what Heaven bas sent, Like the tall pine it shoots its stately head; And, rich in poverty, enjoys content.

From the broad top depending branches spread; (Such happiness, and such unblemish'd fame, No knotty limbs the taper body wears ; 'Ne'er glad the bosom of the courtly dame): Hung on each bough a single leaf appears,

She never feels the spleen's imagin'd pains, Which, shrivell'd in its infancy, remains
Nor melancholy stagnates in her veins;

Like a clos'd fan, nor stretches wide its veins, She never loses life in thoughtless ease,

But, as the seasons in their circle run, Nor on the velvet couch invites disease;

Opes its ribb'd surface to the nearer Sun: Her home-spun dress in simple neatness lies, Beneath this shade the weary peasant lies, And for no glaring equipage she sighs :

| Plucks the broad leaf, and bids the breezes rist.

Stay, wandering Muse! nor rove in foreign | Deep in the gloomy glade a grotto bends, climes;

Wide through the craggy rock an arch extends, To thy own native shore confine thy rhymes. The rugged stone is cloth'd with mantling vines, Assist, ye Nine, your loftiest notes employ; And round the cave the creeping woudbine twines Say, what celestial skill contriv'd the toy,

Here busy Cupids, with pernicious art, Say, how this instrument of Love began,

Form the stiff bow, and forge the fatal dart; And in immortal strains display the Fan.

All share the toil; while some the bellows ply, Strephon had long confess'd his amorous pain,

Others with feathers teach the shafts to fly : Which gay Corinna rallied with discain :

Some with joint force whirl round the stony wheel, Sometimes in broken words he sigh'd his care, Where streams the sparkling fire from temper'd Look'd pale, and trembled when he view'd the fair;

steel; With bolder freedoms now the youth advanc'd, Some point their arrows with the nicest skill, He dress'd, he laugh'd, he sung, he rhym'd, he And with the warlike store their quivers fill. danc'd ;

A ditierent toil another forge employs : Now call'd more powerful presents to his aid,

Here the loud hamıner fashions female toys; And, to seduce the mistress, brib's the maid; Hence is the fair with ornament supply'd; Smooth flattery in her softer hours apply'd, Hence spring the glittering implements of pride; The surest charm to bend the force of pride; Each trinket that adorns the modern dame But still unmov'd remains the scornful dame, First to these little artists ow'd its frame : Insults ber captive, and derides his flame, . Here an unfinish'd diamond crosslet lay, When Strephon saw his vows dispers'u in air, To which soft lovers adoration pay; He sought in solitude to lose his care;

There was the polish'd crystal bottle seen, Relief in solitude he sought in vain,

That with quick scents revives the modish spleen ; It servid, like music, but to feed his pain. . Here the yet rude unjointed snuff-box lies, To Venus now the slighted boy complains,

Which serves the rallied fop for smart replies ; And calls the goddess in these tender strains : There piles of paper rose in gilded reams, O potent queen! from Neptune's empire The future records of the lover's flames; sprung,

Here clouded canes 'midst heaps of toys are found, Whose glorious birth admiring Nereids sung, And inlaid tweezer-cases strow the ground; Who’midst the fragrant plains of Cyprus rove,

There stands the toilette, mursery of charms, Whose radiant presence gilds the Paphian grove, Completely furnish'd with bright Beauty's arms; Where to thy name a thousand altars rise.

The patch, the powder-box, pulville, perfumes, And curling clouds of incense hide the skies: Pins, paint, a flattering glass, and black - lead O beauteous goddess! teach me how to move,

combs. Inspire my tongue with eloquence of love!

The toilsoine hours in different labour slide, If lost Adonis e'er thy bosom warm'd,

Some work the file, and some the grarer guide; If e'er his eyes or godlike figure charm'd,

From the loud anvil the quick blow rebounds, Think on those hours when first you felt the dart, And their rais'd arms descend in tuneful souuds. Think on the restless fever of thy heart;

Thus when Semiramis, in ancient days, Think how you pine in absence of the swain :

Pade Babylon her mighty bulwarks raise, By those uneasy minutes know my pain

A swarm of labourers different tasks attend : Ev’n while Cydippe to Diana bows,

Here pullies inake the ponderous oak ascend; And at her shrine renews her virgin vows,

With echoing strokes the craggy quarry groans, The lover, taught by thee, her pride o'ercame;

While there the chissel forms the shapeless stones; She reads his oaths, and feels an equal fame. The weighty mallet deals resounding blows, Oh, may my fame, like thine, Acontius, prove! Till the proud battlements her towers enclose. May l'enos dictate, and reward my love!

Now Venus mounts her car, she shakes the reins, When crowds of suitors Atalanta try'd,

And steers her turtles to Cythera's plains; She wealth and beauty, „wit and fame, defy'd;

Straight to the grot with graceful step she goes, Each daring lover, with adventurous pace,

Her loose ambrosial hair behind her flows: Pursued his wishes in the dangerous race ;

The swelling bellons heave for breath no more ; Like the swift hind, the bounding damsel flies, All drop their silent hammers on the floor; Strains to the goal, the distanc'd lover dies. In deep suspense the inighty labour stands; Hippomenes, O Venus ! was thy care,

While thus the goddess spoke her mild commands: You taught the swain to stay the flying fair ;

“ Industrious Loves! your present toils forbear ; Thy golden present caught the virgin eyes;

A more important task deinauds your care: She stoops ; he rushes on, and gains the prize. Long has the scheme employ'd my thoughtful mind, Say, Cyprian deity, what gift, what art,

By judgment ripen'ù, and by tiine refin'd. Shall humble into love Corinna's heart?

That glorious bird hare ye not often seen, If only some bright toy can charın her sight,

Who draws the car of the celestial queen? Teach ine what present may suspend her tight."

Have ye not oft survey'd his varying dyes, Thus the desponding youth his fiame declares :

His tail all gilded o'er with Argus' eyes? The goddess with a nod his passion hears.

Have ye not seen him in a sunny day Far in Cythera stands a spacious grove,

Vofurl his plumes, and all his pride display; Sacred to Venus and the god of Love:

Then suddenly contract his dazzling train, Here the luxuriant myrtle rears her head,

And with long-trailing feathers swep the plain? Like the tall oak the fragrant branches spread ;

Learn from this hint, let this instruct your art; Here Nature all her sweets profusely pours, Thin taper sticks must from one centre part ; And paints th' enamellid ground with various Let these into the quadrant's form divide, dowers;

| The spreading ribs with snowy paper bide;


Here shall the pencil bid its colours flow,

| But stay, presumptuous Muse! nor boldly dare And make a miniature creation grow.

The toilette's sacred mysteries declare. Let the machine in equal foldings close,

Let a just distance be to beauty paid; And now its plaited surface wide dispose.

None here must enter but the trusty maid. So shall the fair her idle hand employ,

Should you the wardrobe's magazine rehearse, And grace each motion with the restless toy; And glossy manteau's rustle in thy verse; With various play bid grateful zephyrs rise, Should you the rich brocaded suit unfold, While Love in every grateful zephyr Aies.”

Where rising flowers grow stiff with frosted gold; The master Cupid traces out the lines,

The dazzled Muse would from her subject stray, And with judicious hand the draught designs : And in a maze of fashions lose her way. Th' expecting Loves with joy the model view, And the joint labour eagerly pursue. Some slit their arrows with the nicest art, And into sticks convert the shiver'd dart;

The breathing bellows wake the sleeping Gre,

Blow off the cinders, and the sparks aspire ;
Their arrow's point they soften in the name,

Olympus' gates unfold; in Heaven's high towers
And sounding hammers break its barbed frame: Appear in council all th' immortal powers.
Of this the little pin they neatly mold,

Great Jove above the rest exalted sate, From whence their arms the spreading sticks un And in his mind revolv'd succeeding fate; fold;

His awful eye with ray superior shone; In equal plaits they now the paper bend,

The thunder-grasping eagle guards his throne; And at just distance the wide ribs extend;

On silver clouds the great assembly laid, Then on the frame they mount the limber skreen, The whole creation at one view survey'd. And finish instantly the new machine.

But see! fair Venus comes in all her state; The goddess, pleas'd, the curious work receives, The wanton Loves and Graces round her wait; Remounts her chariot, and the grotto leaves ; | With her loose robe officious Zephyrs plav With the light Fan she moves the yielding air, And strew with odoriferous flowers the way; And gales, till then unknown, play round the fair. | In her bright hand she waves the fluttering Fan; Unhappy lovers, how will ye withstand,

And thus, in melting sounds, her speech began : When these new arms shall grace your charmer's “ Assembled powers! who fickle mortals guide. hand!

Who o'er the sea, the skies, and earth, preside; In ancient times, when maids in thought were pure, | Ye fountains ! whence all human blessings tlow, When eyes were artless, and the look demure; Who pour your bounties on the world below; When the wide ruff the well-turn'd neck enclos'd, Bacchus first rais'd and prund the climbing vine, And heaving breasts within the stays repos’d; And taught the grape to stream with generous wine; When the close hood conceal'd the modest ear, Industrious Ceres tain'd the savage ground, Ere black-lead combs disown'd the virgin's hair: | And pregnant fields with golden harvests crown'd; Then in the muff inactive fingers lay,

Flora with bloomy sweets enrich'd the year; Nor taught the Fan in fickle forms to play.

And fruitful Autumn is Pomona's care. How are the sex improv'd in amorous arts ! I first taught woman to subdue mankind, What new-found snares they bait for human hearts! | And all her native charms with dress refin'd:

When kindling war the ravag'd globe ran o'er, Celestial synod! this machine survey, And fattèn'd thirsty plains with human gore, That shades the face, or bids cool Zephyrs play; At first, the brandish'd arm the javelin threw, If conscious blushes on her cheek arise, Or sent wing'd arrows from the twarging yew; With this she veils them from her lover's eyes; In the bright air the dreadful falchion shone, No leveli'd glance betrays her amorous heart, Or whistling slings dismiss'd th' uncertain stone. From the Fan's ambush she directs the dart. Now inen those less destructive arms despise ; The royal sceptre shines in Juno's hand, Wide-wasteful death from thundering cannon fies : 1 And twisted thunder spoks great Jove's command; One hour with more battalions strows the plain, On Pallas' arın the Gorgon shield appears, Than were of yore in weekly battles slain.

And Neptune's mighty grasp the trident bears; So Love with fatal airs the nymph supplies, Ceres is with the bending sickle seen, Her dress disposes, and directs her eyes.

And the strong bow points out the Cynthiay queen; The bosom now its panting beauties shows;

Henceforth the waving Fan my hands shall grace, Th' experienc'd eye resistless glances throws; The waving Fan supply the sceptre's place. Now vary'd patches wander O'er the face,

Who shall, ye powers ! the forming pencil hold? And strike cach gazer with a borrow'd grace; What story shall the wide machine unfold? The fickle head-dress sinks, and now aspires Let Loves and Graces lead the dance around, A towery front of lace on branching wires ;

With myrtle-wreaths and flowery chaplets crown'd; The curling hair in tortur'd ringlets flows,

Let Cupid's arrow strow the smiling plains Or round the face in labour'd order grows.

With unresisting nymphs and amorous swains: How shall I soar, and on unweary wing

May glowing pictures o'er the surface shine, Trace varying habits upward to their spring! To melt slow virgins with a warm design !" What force of thought, what numbers, can express Diana rose, with silver crescent crown'd, Th' inconstant equipage of female dress!

And fix'd her modest eyes upon the ground; How the strait stays the slender waist constrain, Then with becoming mien she rais'd her head, How to adjust the manteau's sweeping train! And thus, with graceful voice, the virgin said ; What fancy can the petticoat surround,

“ Has woman then forgot all former wiles, With the capacious hoop of whale-bone bound! 1 The watchful ople, and delusive smiles?

Does man against her charms too powerful prove? | “ Thus may the nymph, whene'er she spreads Or are the sex grown novices in love?

In his true colours view perfidious man; (the fan, Why then these arins? or why should artful eyes, Pleas'd with her virgin state, in forests rove, From this slight ambush, conquer by surprise ? And never trust the dangerous hopes of Love." No guilty thought the spotless virgin knows,

The goddess ended ! merry Momus rose, And o'er her cheek no conscious crimson glows. With siniles and grins he waggish glances throws; Since blushes then from shame alone arise,

Then with a noisy laugh forestalls his joke, Why should we veil them from her lover's eyes? Mirth fashes from his eyes while thus he spoke : Let Cupid rather give up bis command,

" Rather let heavenly deeds be painted there, And trust his arrows in a female hand.

And by your own examples teach the fair. Have not the gods already cherish'd pride,

Let chaste Diana on the piece be seen, And woman with destructive arms supply'd ? And the bright crescent own the Cyrithian queen, Neptune on her bestows his choicest stores, On Latmos' top see young Endymion lies, For her the chambers of the deep explores; Feign'd sleep has clos'd the bloomy lover's eyes : The gaping shell its pearly charge resigns,

See, to his soft embraces how she steals, And round her neck the lucid bracelet twines : And on his lips her warm caresses seals; Plutus for her bids earth its wealth unfold,

No more her hand the glittering javelin holds, Where the warm ore is ripen'd into gold;

But round his neck her eager arms she folds. Or where the ruby reddens in the soil,

Why are our secrets by our blushes shown? Where the green emerald pays the searcher's toil. Virgins are virgins still-wbile 'tis unknown.. Does not the diamond sparkle in her ear,

Here let her on some flowery bank be laid, Glow on her hand, and tremble in her hair? Where meeting beeches weave a graceful shade; From the gay nymph the glancing lustre flies, Her naked bosom wanton tresses grace, And imitates the lightning of her cyes.

And glowing expectation paints her face; But yet, if Venus' wishes must succeed,

O'er her fair limbs a thin loose veil is spread, And this fantastic engine be decreed,

(Stand off! ye shepherds ; fear Actæon's head !) May some chaste story from the pencil flow, Let vigorous Pan th' unguarded minute seize, To speak the virgin's joy, and Hymen's woe! And in a shaggy goat the virgin please. “ Here let the wretched Ariadne stand,

Why are our secrets by our blushes shown? Seduc'd by Theseus to some desert land,

Virgins are virgins still --while 'tis unknown.. Her locks dishevell'd waving in the wind,

“There with just warmth Aurora's passion trace, The crystal tears confess her tortur'd mind,

Let spreading crimson stain her virgin face, The perjur'd youth unfurls his treacherous sails, See Cephalus her wanton airs despise, And their white bosoms catch the swelling gales. While she provokes him with desiring eyes; • Be still! ye winds,' she cries; • stay, Theseus, To raise his passions, she displays her charms, stay!

His modest hand upon her bosom warms: But faithless Theseus hears no more than they. Nor looks, nor prayers, nor force, his heart perAll desperate, to some craggy cliff she flies,

suade; And spreads a well-known signal in the skies; But with disdain he quits the rosy maid. His lessening vessel plows the foamy main;

" Here let dissolving Leda grace the toy, She sighs, she calls, she waves the sign in vain. Warm cheeks and heaving breasts reveal her joy;

" Paint Dido there amidst her last distress, Beneath the pressing swan she pants for air, Pale cheeks and blood-shot eyes her grief express : | While with his fluttering wings he fans the fair. Deep in her breast the recking sword is drown'd; There let all-conquering gold exert its power, And gushing blood streams purple from the wound; | And soften Danae in a glittering shower. Her sister Anna hovering o'er her stands,

“ Would you warn Beauty not to cherish pride, Accuses Heaven with lifted eyes and hands,

Nor vainly in the treacherous bloom confide, Upbraids tbe Trojan with repeated cries,

On the machine the sage Minerva place, And mixes curses with her broken sighs.

With lineaments of wisdom mark her face. View this, ye maids; and then each swain believe: See, where she lies near some transparent flood. They're Trojans all, and vow but to deceive. And with her pipe cheers the resounding wood :

" Here draw (Enone in the lonely grove, | Her image in the floating glass she spies, Where Paris first betray'd her into love:

Her bloated cheeks, worn lips, and shrivellid eyes ; Let wither'd garlands hang on every bough, She breaks the guiltless pipe, and with disdain Which the false youth wove for none's brow; Its shatter'd ruins Alings upon the plain; The garlands lose their sweets, their pride is shed, | With the loud reed no more her cheek shall swell, And, like their odours, all his vows are fled. What! spoil her face! No. Warbling strains, On her fait arm her pensive head she lays,

farewell. And Xanthus' waves with mournful look surveys; Shall arts, shall sciences, employ the fair? That flood which witness'd his inconstant flame, Those trines are beneath Minerva's care. When thus he swore, and won the yielding dame: | From Venus let her learn the married life, ** These streams shall sooner to their fountain move, And all the virtuous duties of a wife. Than I forget my dear Enone's love.

Here on a couch extend the Cyprian dame, Roll back, ye streams ! back to your fountain run! | Let her eye sparkle with the glowing flame : Paris is false; Enone is undone.

The god of War within her clinging arms Ah, wretched maid ! think how the moments few, Sinks on her lips, and kindles all her charms. Ere you the pangs of this curst passion knew, Paint limping Vulcan with a husband's care, When groves could please, and when you lov'd the And let his brow the cuckold's honours wear : plain,

Beneath the net the captive lovers place, Without the presence of your perjur'd swain. | Their limus entangled in a close embraces

Let these amours adorn the new machine,

| They strive to stay the fleeting life too late, And feinale Nature on the piece be seen;

And in the pious action share their fate. So shall the fair, as long as Fans shall last,

Now the proud dame, o'ercome by treinbling fear, Learn from your bright examples to be chaste.” With her wide robe protects her only care ;

To save her only care in vain she tries,
Close at her feet the latest victim dies.

Down her fair cheek the trickling sorrow fows,

Like dewy spangles on the blushing rose ;

Fixt in astonishment she weeping stood,

The plain all purple with her children's blood;

She stiffeng with her woes; no more her hair Thus Momus spoke. When sage Minerva rose; } In easy ringlets wantons in the air; From her sweet lips smooth elocution Aows; Motion forsakes her eyes; her veins are dry'd, Her skilful hand an ivory pallet grac'd,

And beat no longer with the sanguine tide: Where shining colours were in oriler plac'd. All life is fed; firm marble now she grows, As gods are bless'd with a superior skill,

Which still in tears the mother's anguish shows. And, swift as mortal thought, perform their will; Ye haughty fair, your painted Fans display, Straight she proposes, by her art divine,

And the just fate of lofty pride survey.
To bid the paint express her great design.

Though lovers oft extol your beauty's power,
Th' assembled powers consent. She now began, And in celestial similies adore ;
And her creating pencil stain'd the Fan.

Though from your features Cupid borrows arms,
O'er the fair field trees spread, and rivers flow, And goddesses confess inf rior charms;
Towers rear their heads, and distant mountains Do not, vain maid, the flattering tale believe,

Alike thy lovers and thy glass deceive. Life seems to move within the glowing veins, Here lively colours Procris' passion tell, And in each face some lively passion reigns. Who to her jealous fears a viction fell. Thus have I seen woods, hills, and dales appear, Here kneels the trembling hunter o'er his wife, Flocks graze the plains, birds wing the silent air, Who rolls her sickening eyes, and gasps for life; In darken'd rooms, where light can only pass Her drooping head upon her shoulder lies, Through the small circle of a convex glass; And purple gore her snowy bosoin dyes. On the white sheet the moving figures rise, What guilt, what horrour, on his face appears! The forest waves, clouds float along the skies. See, his red eye-lid seems to swell with tears;

She various fables on the piece design'd, With agony bis wringing hands he strains, That spoke the follies of the female kind.

And strong convulsions stretch his branching veins. The fate of pride in Niobe she drew

Learn hence, ye wives ! bid vain suspicion cease, (Be wise, ye nymphs, that scornful vice subdue). Lose not, in sullen discontent, your peace : In a wide plain th’imperious mother stood,

For, when fierce love to jealousy ferments, Whose distant bounds rose in a winding wood; A thousand doubts and fears the soul invents; Upon her shoulder Aows her mantling hair, No more the days in pleasing converse flow, Pride marks her brow, and elevates her air; And nights no more their soft endearments know. A purple robe behind her sweeps the ground,

There on the piece the Volscian queen expir'd, Whose spacious border golden flowers surround; The love of spoils her female bosom fir'd. She made Latona's altars cease to flaine,

Gay Chloreus' arms attract her longing eyes, And of due honours robb'd her sacred name; And for the painted plume and helm she sighs; To her own charms she bade fresh incense rise, Fearless she follows, bent on gaudy prey, And adoration own her brighter eyes.

Till an ill-fated dart obstructs her way; Seven daughters from her fruitful loins were born, Down drops the martial maid; the bloody ground Seven graceful sons her nuptial bed adorn,

Floats with a torrent from the purple wound; Who, for a mother's arrogant disdain,

The mournful nymphs her drooping head sustain, Were by Latona's double offspring slain.

And try to stop the gushing life in vain. Here Phoebus his unerring arrow drew,

Thus the raw maid some tawdry coat surveys, And from his rising steed her first-born threw; Where the fop's fancy in embroidery plays; His opening fingers drop the slacken'd rein,

His snowy feather, edg'd with crimson dyes, And the pale corse falls headlong to the plain. And his bright sword-knot, lure her wandering eyes; Beneath her pencil here two wrestlers bend,

Fring'd gloves and gold brocade conspire to move, See, to the grasp their swelling nerves distend; Till the nymph falls a sacrifice to love. Diana's arrow joins them face to face,

Here young Narcissus o'er the fountain stood, And death unites them in a strict embrace.

And view'd his image in the crystal flood; Another here flies trembling o'er the plain

The crystal flood reflects his lovely charins, (When Heaven pursues, we shun the stroke in And the pleas'd image strives to meet his arins. This lifts his supplicating hands and eyes, (vain) : No nymph his unexperienc'd breast subdued, And 'midst his humble adoration dies.

Es ho in vain the flying boy pursued, As from his thigh this tears the barbed dart.

Himself alone the foolish youth admires, A surer weapon strikes his throbbing heart:

And with fond look the smiling shade desires : While that to raise his wounded brother tries, O'er the smooth lake with fruitless tears he grieves, Death blasts his bloom, and locks his frozen eyes. His spreading fingers shoot in Verdant leaves, The tender sisters, bath'd in grief, appear

Throngh his pale veins green sap now gently flows, With sable garments and dishevell’d hair,

And in a short-liv'd Power his beauty blows. And o'er their gasping brothers weeping stood; Let vain Narcissus warn each female breast, Some with their tresses stopt the gushing blood; That beauty's but a transient good at best.

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