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And from the cottage, o'er the distant plain,
Sent forth my longing eye to meet the swain;
Wavering, impatient, tofs’d by hope and fear;
'Till he and joy together should appear;
And the lov'd dog declare his master near.
On my declining neck, and open breast,
I lould have lull’d the lovely youth to reft ;
And from beneath his head, at dawning day,
With softest care have ftol'n my arm away;
To rise and from the fold release the sheep,
Fond of his flock, indulgent to his fleep.

Or if kind Heaven propitious to my flame
(For sure from Heaven the faithful ardor came)
Had blest my life, and deck'd my natal hour
With height of title, and extent of power:
Without a crime my passion had aspir'd,
Found the lov'd prince, and told what I desir'd.

Then I had come, preventing Sheba's queen,
To see the comeliest of the sons of men;
To hear the charming poet's amorous song,
And gather honey falling from his tongue;
To take the fragrant kisies of his mouth,
Sweeter than breezes of her native south;
Likening his grace, his person, and his mien,
To all that great or beauteous I had seen.
Serene and bright his eyes, as solar beams
Refle&ting temper'd light from chrystal streams;
Ruddy as gold his cheek; his bofom fair
As filver; the curl'd ringlets of his hair

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Abash'd she blush'd, and with disorder spoke:
Her rising shame adorn’d the words it broke.

If the great master will descend to hear
The humble series of his hand-maid's care ;
O! while she tells it, let him not put on
The look, that awes the nations from the throne !
O! let not death severe in glory lie
In the king's frown, and terror of his eye!

Mine to obey ; thy part is to ordain;
And, though to mention, be to suffer pain,
If the king smile, whilst I my woes recite;
If weeping I find favour in his fight;
Flow fast my tears, full rising his delight.

O! witness Earth beneath, and Heaven above!
For can I hide it? I am sick of love:
If madness may the name of passion bear;
Or love be call’d, what is indeed despair.

Thou Sovereign Power! whose secret will controlls The inward bent and motion of our souls ! Why haft thou plac’d such infinite degrees Between the cause and cure of

my

disease ? The mighty object of that raging fire, In which unpity'd Abra must expire, Had he been born some simple shepherd's heir, The lowing herd, or fleecy sheep his care; At morn with him I o'er the hills had run, Scornful of winter's frost, and fummer's fun, Still asking, where he made his lock to rest at noon. For him at night, the dear expected guest, I had with hafty joy prepar'd the feast;

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And from the cottage, o'er the distant plain,
Sent forth my longing eye to meet the swain;
Wavering, impatient, toss'd by hope and fear;
'Till he and joy together should appear;
And the lov'd dog declare his master near.
On my declining neck, and open breast,
I should have lull'd the lovely youth to rest;
And from beneath his head, at dawning day,
With softest care have stol'n my arm away;
To rise and from the fold release the sheep,
Fond of his flock, indulgent to his sleep.

Or if kind Heaven propitious to my flame .
(For fure from Heaven the faithful ardor came)
Had blest my life, and deck'd my natal hour
With height of title, and extent of

power:
Without a crime my passion had aspir’d,
Found the lov'd prince, and told what I desir'd.

Then I had come, preventing Sheba's queen,
To see the comeliest of the sons of men;
To hear the charming poet's amorous song,
And gather honey falling from his tongue;
To take the fragrant kifles of his mouth,
Sweeter than breezes of her native fouth;
Likening his grace, his person, and his mien,
To all that great or beauteous I had seen.
Serene and bright his eyes, as folar beams
Reflecting temper'd light from chrystal streams ;
Ruddy as gold his cheek; his bosom fair
As filver; the curl'd ringlets of his hair

Black

A bright Tiara, round her forehead tyd,
To juster bounds confin'd its rising pride;
The blushing ruby on her snowy breast,
Render'd its panting whiteness more confess’d:
Bracelets of pearl gave roundness to her arm ;
And every gem augmented every charm.
Her senses pleas'd, her beauty still improv'd;
And the more lovely grew, as more belov'd.

And now I could behold, avow, and blame
The several follies of my former flame;
Willing my heart for recompence to prove
The certain joys that lie in prosperous love.
For what, said I, from Abra can I fear,
Too humble to insult, too soft to be severe :
The damsel's sole ambition is to please:
With freedom I may like, and quiť with ease :
She sooths, but never can enthral my

mind :
Why may not peace and love for once be join’d?

Great Heaven! how frail thy creature man is made! How by himself insensibly betray’d! In our own strength unhappily secure, Too little cautious of the adverse power; And by the blase of self-opinion mov’d, We wish to charın, and seek to be belov’d. On pleasure's flowing brink we idly stray, Masters as yet of our returning way ; Seeing no danger we disarm our mind, And give our condu&t to the waves and wind: Then in the flowery mead, or verdant shade To wanton dalliance negligently laid,

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We weave the chaplet, and we crown the bowl,
And smiling see the nearer waters roll;
Till the strong gusts of raging paflion rise:
?Till the dire tempest mingles earth and skies;
And swift into the boundless ocean borne,
Our foolish confidence too late we mourn :
Round our devoted heads the billows beat;
And from our troubled view the leflen'd lands retreat,

O mighty love! from thy unbounded power
How shall the human bosom rest secure?
How shall our thought avoid the various snare ?
Or wisdom to our caution'd foul declare
The different shapes, thou pleaseft to employ,
When bent to hurt, and certain to destroy ?

The haughty nymph in open beauty drest,
To-day encounters our unguarded breast:
She looks with majesty, and moves with state:
Unbent her soul, and in misfortunes great,
She scorns the world, and dares the rage of fate.

Here whilst we take stern manhood for our guide,
And guard our conduct with becoming pride;
Charm'd with her courage in her action shown,
We praise her mind, the image of our own.
She that can please is certain to persuade:
To-day belov'd, to-morrow is obey'd.
We think we see through Reason's optics right;
Nor find how Beauty's rays elude our sight:
Struck with her eye, whilst we applaud her mind :
And when we speak her great, we wish her kind.
Vol. II.

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To-morrow,

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