The frighted maid, in dread furprise, The youth with extacy addrefs'd "Return, return, thou heav'n-born guest, "Let no vain doubts thy thoughts moleft, "Behold thy fuppliant lover faint "Oh, deign to hear his tender plaint, "Or bid him inftant die. "But Nature never form'd that frame In am'rous ftrains he told, with fighs, And pearly tears bedew'd his eyes, With elegance his language flow'd, In pleafing accents drefs'd, And while her face with blushes glow'd, Her willing hand he prefs'd. Her half-averted cheek he kifs'd, And vow'd his love fincere; Nor could her feeling heart refift The tribute of a tear. Awhile her wav'ring mind's refolv'd; Awhile fhe doubts again; Now thinks how well Alexis lov'd, At length fhe bids a laft farewel In fcenes of joy her time fhe spends, And chearful gaiety attends This more than happy bride. Her days 'midt foft delights fhe paft, With fresh enjoyments crown'd. But foon the fickle youth was cloy'd With even Aura's charms; He saw, admr'd, and enjoy'd, Say, who can paint the various pains 'Twas now fhe found her native cot Could more content bestow, Than those in an exalted lot, Amidft their greatness, know. 'Twas now she thought on those bleft days, Devoid of guilt or fear, When the her faithful fhepherd's lays "Alas! forfaken as thou art," The hapleffe mourner cry'd, "Juftly thy bofom feels the smart "Of coquetry and pride. "Ah, why did flatt'ry's fyren voice "So foon en chant my ear? "Or why was glitt'ring flate my choice, "Befet with thorns of care? "Have not the gods above "Efpous'd thy caufe with rigid fway, "And punifh'd faithlefs love? 66 But ceafe, my heart, upbraiding's vain, "Nor fill with tears my eye, "No more with fruitlefs words complain, "But teach me how to die. "And if departed fouls attend Ah, may I be the guardian friend "Oh, may I ever whisper peace "To dear Alexis' mind, "And may he foon his joys increase "With one more just and kind!" THE TRAGEDY OF PHILLIS. MYNTAS on a fummer's day, A To fhun Apollo's beames, Was driving of his flockes away, 'To taft fome cooling ftreames; And through a forreft as he went Unto a riuer fide, A voyce which from a groue was fent The voyce well feem'd for to bewray Ten thousand times vnkind: Did all escape his eare, For euery word brought forth a grone, And euery grone a teare. |