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Many fraught with all the treasures,
Which thy eastern travel views;
Many winged with all the pleasures,

Man can ask, or Heaven diffuse;

That great Maria all those joys may know, Which, from her cares, upon her subjects flow.

8 For thy own glory sing our sovereign's praise, God of verses and of days;

Let all thy tuneful sons adorn

Their lasting work with William's name;
Let chosen Muses yet unborn

Take great Maria for their future theme.
Eternal structures let them raise,
On William's and Maria's praise;
Nor want new subject for the song;

Nor fear they can exhaust the store,

Till Nature's music lies unstrung;

Till thou, great God, shalt lose thy double power; And touch thy lyre, and shoot thy beams no more.

THE LADY'S LOOKING-GLASS.

IN IMITATION OF AN IDYLLIUM OF MOSCHUS.

CELIA and I the other day

Walked o'er the sand-hills to the sea;
The setting sun adorned the coast,
His beams entire, his fierceness lost;
And on the surface of the deep,
The winds lay only not asleep.
The nymph did like the scene appear,
Serenely pleasant, calmly fair;

Soft fell her words, as flew the air:
With secret joy I heard her say,
That she would never miss one day
A walk so fine, a sight so gay.

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

Once more at least look back, said I;
Thyself in that large glass descry;
When thou art in good humour dressed,
When gentle reason rules thy breast,
The sun upon the calmest sea
Appears not half so bright as thee.
'Tis then, that with delight I rove
Upon the boundless depth of love;
I bless my chain, I hand my oar;
Nor think on all I left on shore.

But when vain doubt, and groundless fear
Do that dear foolish bosom tear;
When the big lip, and watery eye

Tell me, the rising storm is nigh;
'Tis then, thou art yon angry main,
Deformed by winds, and dashed by rain;
And the poor sailor, that must try
Its fury, labours less than I.

Shipwrecked, in vain to land I make;
While Love and Fate still drive me back;
Forced to dote on thee thy own way,
I chide thee first, and then obey.

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Wretched when from thee, vexed when nigh,
I with thee, or without thee, die!

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LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP:

A PASTORAL. BY MRS ELIZABETH SINGER.1

AMARYLLIS.

WHILE from the skies the ruddy sun descends,
And rising night the evening shade extends;
While pearly dews o'erspread the fruitful field,
And closing flowers reviving odours yield;
Let us, beneath these spreading trees, recite
What from our hearts our Muses may indite;
Nor need we, in this close retirement, fear,
Lest any swain our amorous secrets hear.

SILVIA.

To every shepherd I would mine proclaim; Since fair Aminta is my softest theme:

A stranger to the loose delights of love,

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My thoughts the nobler warmth of friendship prove; And, while its pure and sacred fire I sing,

Chaste goddess of the groves, thy succour bring.

AMARYLLIS.

Propitious God of Love, my breast inspire
With all thy charms, with all thy pleasing fire;
Propitious God of Love, thy succour bring,
Whilst I thy darling, thy Alexis sing.
Alexis, as the opening blossoms fair,
Lovely as light, and soft as yielding air.

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1 Afterwards Mrs Elizabeth Rowe, celebrated then-now nearly forgotten. Her most popular work was entitled, Letters from the Dead to the Living'

For him each virgin sighs; and on the plains
The happy youth above each rival reigns.
Nor to the echoing groves, and whispering spring,
In sweeter strains does artful Conon sing;
When loud applauses fill the crowded groves,
And Phoebus the superior song approves.

SILVIA.

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 every 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 evening 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.

SILVIA.

On flowery banks, by every murmuring stream, Aminta is my Muse's softest theme;

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"Tis she that does my artful notes refine:

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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,
If friendship be thy virgin vows' extent,
O! let me in Aminta's praises join;
Hers my esteem shall be, my passion thine.
When for thy head the garland I prepare,
A second wreath shall bind Aminta's hair,
And when my choicest songs thy worth proclaim,
Alternate verse shall bless Aminta's name;
My heart shall own the justice of her cause,
And Love himself submit to Friendship's laws.
But, if beneath thy numbers' soft disguise,
Some favoured swain, some true Alexis lies;
If Amaryllis breathes thy secret pains,
And thy fond heart beats measure to thy strains,
Mayst thou, howe'er I grieve, for ever find
The flame propitious, and the lover kind;
May Venus long exert her happy power,
And make thy beauty, like thy verse, endure;
May every God his friendly aid afford,

Pan guard thy flock, and Ceres bless thy board.

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