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Blessings greater none can have,
Art thou not Amynta's flave ?
Ceafe fond-mortal, to inplore,
For Love, ev'n Love himself,'s no more.

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VRUEL Amynta, can you see

A heart thus torn, which you betray'd ?
Love of himself ne'er vanquish'd me,
But through your eyes the conquest made.

II.
In ambush their the traitor lay,

Where I was led by faithless smiles : No wretches are so lost as they,

Whom much security beguiles.

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SEE, fee

, the wakes, Sabina wakes!
And now the sun begins to rise ;
Less glorious is the morn that breaks
From his bright beams, than her fair eyes.

11.
With light united, day they give,

But different fates ere night fulfil: How many by his warmth will live! How many will her coldness kill!

Occasioned

Oecafioned by a Lady's having writ VERSES in

Commendation of a Poem which was written in Praise of another LADY,

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'ARD is the task, and bold th: adventurous flight,

Of him, who dares in praise of beauty waite ;
For when to that high theme our thoughts ascend,
'Tis to detract, too poorly to commend.
And he, who, praising beauty, does no wrong, ,
May boast to be fuccefsful in his fong:
But when the fair themselves approve his lays,
And one excepts, and one vouchsafes to praise,
His wide ambition knows no farther bound,
Nor can his Muse with brighter fame be crown'd.

E PIG GR A M.

Written after the Decease of Mrs. ARABELLÁ

Hunt, under her Piature drawn playing on a
Lute.

WE

ERE there on earth another voice like thine,

Another hand so bleft with skill divine ! The late afflicted world some hopes might have, And Harmony retrieve thee froin the grave.

SO NG.

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I.
ΙΟ Selinda

prayers,
If I but ask the favour;
And yet the tender fool's in tears,
When she believes I'll leave her.

II.
Would I were free from this restraint,

Or else had hopes to win her!
Would she could make of me a saint,

Or I of her a sinner!

A HYMN TO HARMONY,

IN HONOUR OF

ST. CECILIA'S DAY, MDCC I.

Set to Music by Mr. JOHN ECCLES.

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1. O

Harmony, to thee we sing,

To thee the grateful tribute bring
Of facred verse, and sweet resounding lays;
Thy aid invoking while thy Power we praise.

All hail to thee,
All powerful Harmony !

Wife Nature owns thy undisputed fway,
Her wondrous works resigning to thy care :
The planetary orbs thy rule obey,
And tuneful roll, unerring in their way,
Thy voice informing each melodious sphere.

CHORU S.
All hail to thee,
All-powerful Harmony !

II.
Thy voice, O Harmony, with awful found

Could penetrate th’abyss profound,

Explore the realms of ancient night, And search the living fource of unborn light.

Confusion heard thy voice, and fled,
And Chaos deeper plung’d his vanquish'd head.

Then didit thou, Harmony, give birth
To this fair form of heaven and earth;
Then all those shining worlds above

In mystic dance began to move
Around the radiant sphere of central fire,
A never-ceasing, never-filent choir.

CHORU S.
Confusion. heard thy voice, and fled,
And Chaos deeper plung’d his vanquish'd head.

III.
Thou only, goddess, first could'st tell
The mighty charms in numbers found;
And didst to heavenly minds reveal
The secret force of tuneful sound.

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