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OW Phoebus rofe, and with his early beams
Wak'd flumbering Delia from her pleafing dreams;

Her wishes by her fancy were fupply'd,

And in her fleep the nuptial knot was ty'd.
With fecret joy fhe faw the morning-ray
Chequer the floor, and through the curtains play;
The happy morn that shall her bliss compleat,
And all her rivals' envious hopes defeat.

In hafte fhe rofe, forgetful of her prayers,
Flew to the glafs, and practis'd o'er her airs :
Her new-fet jewels round her robe are plac'd,
Some in a brilliant buckle bind her waift,
Some round her neck a circling light difplay,
Some in her hair diffuse a trembling ray ;
The filver knot o'erlooks the Mechlin lace,
And adds becoming beauties to her face;
Brocaded flowers o'er the gay mantua shine,
And the rich stays her taper fhape confine ;
Thus all her drefs exerts a graceful pride,
And sporting Loves furround th' expecting bride;
For Daphnis now attends the blushing maid,
Before the Prieft the folemn vows are paid;
This day, which ends at once all Delia's cares,
Shall fwell a thousand eyes with fecret tears.

Ceafe.

Ceafe, Araminta, 'tis in vain to grieve,
Canft thou from Hymen's bonds the youth retrieve ?
Difdain his perjuries, and no longer mourn:.
Recall my love, and find a fure return.

But ftill the wretched maid no comfort knows,
And with refentment cherishes her woes;
Alone the pines, and, in these mournful strains,
Of Daphnis' vows, and her own fate complains :
Was it for this I fparkled at the Play,

And loiter'd in the Ring whole hours away?
When if thy chariot in the circle fhone,

Our mutual paflion by our looks was known :
Through the gay crowd my watchful glances flew,
Where'er I pafs, thy grateful eyes pursue.

"Ah, faithlefs youth! too well you faw my pain; "For eyes the language of the foul explain.”

Think, Daphnis, think that fearce five days are fled, Since (O falfe tongue!) thofe treacherous things you faid; How did you praife my fhape and graceful air! And woman thinks all compliments fincere. . Didst thou not then in rapture fpeak thy flame, And in foft fighs breathe Araminta's name? Didft thou not then with oaths thy paffion prove, And with an awful trembling, fay--I love?

"Ah, faithlefs youth too well you faw my pain; "For eyes the language of the foul explain.” How could't thou thus, ungrateful youth, deceive? How could I thus, unguarded maid, believe? Sure thou canft well recall that fatal night, When fubtle love firft enter'd at my fight:

When

When in the dance I was thy partner chofe,
Gods! what a rapture in my bofom rofe!
My trembling hand my sudden joy confefs'd,
My glowing cheeks a wounded heart exprefs'd;

My looks fpoke love; while you, with answering eyes,
In killing glances made as kind replies.

Think, Daphnis, think, what tender things you faid,
Think what confufion all my foul betray'd.
You call'd my graceful prefence Cynthia's air;
And, when I fung, the Syrens charm'd your ear;
My flame, blown up by flattery, stronger grew;
A gale of love in every whisper flew.

"Ah, faithlefs youth! too well you faw my pain; "For eyes the language of the foul explain."

Whene'er I dress'd, my maid, who knew my flame,
Cherifh'd my paffion with thy lovely name;
Thy picture in her talk fo lively grew,
That thy dear image rofe before my view;
She dwelt whole hours upon thy fhape and mien,
And wounded Delia's fame, to footh my fpleen:
When the beheld me at the name grow pale,
Straight to thy charms she chang'd her artful tale;
And, when thy matchless charms were quite run o'er
I bid her tell the pleasing tale once more.
Oh, Daphnis! from thy Araminta fled!
Oh, to my love for ever, ever dead !

Like death, his nuptials all my hope remove,
And ever part me from the man I love.

you

"Ah, faithlefs youth! too well *For eyes the language of the foul explain."

faw

my pain

O might

O might I by my cruel fate be thrown,
In fome retreat far from this hateful town!
Vain dress and glaring equipage, adieu!
Let happier nymphs thofe empty fhows purfue.
Me let fome melancholy fhade furround,
Where not the print of human step is found,
In the gay dance my feet no more shall move,
But bear me faintly through the lonely grove.
No more these hands shall o'er the spinnet bound,
And from the fleeping ftrings call forth the found:
Mufic, adieu! farewell, Italian airs!

The croaking raven now thall footh my cares,
On fome old ruin, loft in thought, I reft,
And think how Araminta once was bleft;
There o'er and o'er thy letters I perufe,
And all my grief in one kind fentence lofe:
Some tender line by chance my woe beguiles,
And on my cheek a fhort-liv'd pleasure smiles.
Why is this dawn of joy flow, tears, again!
Vain are thefe oaths, and all thefe vows are vain;
Daphnis, alas! the Gordian knot has ty’d;
Nor force nor cunning can the band divide.

“Ah, faithless youth! fince eyes the foul explain, "Why knew I not that artful tongue could feign?"

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ELEGY ON A LAP.DOG.

HOCK'S fate I mourn; poor Shock is now no more;

SHOCK'

Ye Mufes, mourn; ye chamber-maids, deplore, Unhappy Shock! yet more unhappy Fair,

Doom'd to furvive thy joy and only care!

Thy wretched fingers now no more shall deck,
And tie the favourite ribband round his neck;
No more thy hand shall smooth his gloffy hair,
And comb the wavings of his pendent ear.
Yet ceafe thy flowing. grief, forfaken maid;
All mortal pleasures in a moment fade;
Our furcit hope is in an hour deftroy'd;

And love, beft gift of Heaven, not long enjoy'd.
Methinks I fee her frantic with despair,

Her ftreaming eyes, wrung hands, and flowing hair;
Her Mechlin pinners, rent, the floor bestrow,

And her torn fan gives real figns of woe.
Hence Superftition, that tormenting guest,

That haunts with fancy'd fears the coward breast;
No dread events upon this fate attend,

Stream eyes no more, no more thy treffes rend.
Though certain omens oft' forewarn a state,
And dying lions show the monarch's fate;
Why fhould fuch fears bid Cælia's forrow rife?
For, when a Lap-dog, falls no lover dies.