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LULL'D in the arms of him she lov’d,
Ianthe sigh'd the kindest things: Her fond surrender he approv’d,
With smiles; and thus, enamour'd, sings. 66 How sweet are lover's vows by night,
" Lap’d in an honeysuckle grove! 6. When Venus sheds her gentle light,
“ And soothes the yielding foul to love. " Soft as the filent-footed dews
“ That steal upon the star-light hours; “ Warm as a love-fick poet's muse;
“ And fragrant as the breath of flow'rs. 6. To hear our vows the moon grows pale,
And pants Endymion's warmth to prove ; • While, emulous, the nightingale,
Thick-warbling trills her lay of love. 66 The filver-founding shining spheres,
66 That animate the glowing skies, « Nor charm fo much, as thou, my ears,
Nor bless so much, as thou, my eyes. “ Thus let me clasp thee to my heart,
“ Thus fink in softness on thy breast! • No cares shall haunt us; danger, part,
“ For ever loving, ever bleft. s« Censorious envy dares not blame
“ The passion which thy truth inspires: 46 Ye stars, bear witness, that my flame
“ Is chaste as your eternal fires.” Love saw them (hid among the boughs)
And heard him fing their mutual bliss!
Enjoy,' cried he, IANTHE's vows
. But, oh! I envy thee her kiss.'
NOW early shepherds o'er the meadow pass,
And print long footsteps in the glitt'ring grass;
The cows neglectful of their pasture ttand,
By turns obsequious to the milker's hand.
When DAMON foftly trod the shaven lawn; DAMON, a youth from city cares withdrawn ; Long was the pleasing walk he wander'd through, A cover'd arbour clos’d the distant view; There rests the youth, and, while the feather’dthrong Raite their wild music, thus contrives a song.
Here, wafted o'er by mild etefian air,
Thou country goddess, beauteous HEALTH! repair,
Here let my breast through quiv’ring trees inhale
Thy rosy blessings with the morning gale.
What are the fields, or flow'rs, or all I see?
Ah! tatteless all, if not enjoy'd with thee.
Joy to my foul! I feel the goddess nigh,
The face of nature cheers as well as I ;
O’er the flat green refreshing breezes run,
The smiling dailies blow beneath the sun,
The brooks run purling down with filver waves,
The planted lanes rejoice with dancing leaves;
The chirping birds from all the compats rove
To tempt the tuneful echoes of the grove :
High funny fummits, deeply-shaded dales,
Thick moily banks, and flow'ry winding vales,
With various prospect gratify the light,
And scatter fix'd attention in delight.
Come, country goddess, come, nor thou suffice,
But bring thy mountain-fifter,.EXERCISE.
Cail'd by thy lovely voice, he turns her pace,
Her winding horn proclaims the finish'd chace;
She mounts the rocks, she tkims the level plain,
Dogs, hawks, and horses, crowd her early train.
Her hardy face repels the tanning wind,
And lines and methes loosely float behind.
All these as means of toil the feeble see,
But these are helps to pleasure join'd with thee.
Let sloth lie foft’ning till high noon in down,
Or loiling fan her in the fultry town,
Unnerv'd with rest; and turn her own disease,
Or foster others in luxurious ease :
I mount the courser, call the deep-mouth'd hounds,
The fox unkennell’d flies to covert grounds ;
I lead where stags through tangled thickets tread,
And shake the saplings with their branching head;
I make the falcons wing their airy way,
And foar to seize, or stooping strike their prey ;
To snare the fish, I fix the lurking bait;
To wound the fowl, I load the gun with fate.
'Tis thus through change of exercise I range,
And strength and pleasure rite from ev'ry change.
Here, beauteous HEALTH! for all the year
remain; When the next comes, I'll charm thee thus
Oh, come, thou goddess of my rural song!
And bring thy daughter, calm CONTENT, along ;
Dame of the ruddy cheek and laughing eye,
From whose bright presence clouds of sorrow fly:
For her I mow my walks, I plat my bow'rs,
Clip my low hedges, and support my flow'rs;
To welcome her, this summer-feat I drest,
And here I court her when she comes to rest;
When the from exercise to learned ease
Shall change again, and teach the change to please.
Now friends conversing my soft hours refine,
And TULLY's Tufculum revives in mine :
Now to grave books I bid the mind retreat,
And such as make me rather good than great;
Or, o'er the works of easy fancy rove,
Where flutes and innocence amuse the grove :
The native bard, that on Sicilian plains
First sung the lowly manners of the swains;
Or, Maro's muse, that in the faireft light
Paints rural prospects and the charms of light;
These soft amufements bring content along,
And fancy, void of forrow, turns to song.
Here, beauteous HEALTH! for all the year
remain ; When the next comes, I'll charm thee thus
DAMON AND MUSIDORA. CLOSE in the covert of an hazel cople,
Where winded into pleasing folitude Runs out the rambling dale, young D Amon fat, Pensive, and pierc'd with love's delightful pangs. There to the stream that down the distant rocks Hoarse-murm’ring fell, and plaintive breeze that
play'd Among the bending willows, falsely he Of MUSIDORA's cruelty complain’d. She felt his flame; but deep within her breast, In bashful coyness, or in maiden pride, The soft return conceal’d; save when it stole In fide-long glances from her downcaft eye, Or, from her swelling soul in stifled fighs. Touch'd by the scene, no stranger to his vows, He fram’d a melting lay to try her heart; And, if an infant pallion struggled there, To call that passion forth. Thrice happy swain! . A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate Of mighty monarchs, then decided thine. For, lo! conducted by the laughing loves, This cool retreat his MUSIDOR A sought: Warm in her cheek the sultry season glow'd : And, rob’d in loose array, the came to bathe Her fervent limbs in the refreshing stream. What shall he do? In sweet confufion loft, And dubious flutterings, he awhile remain’d: A pure ingen'ous elegance of foul,
A delicate refinement, known to few,
Perplex'd his breast, and urg'd him to retire ;
But love forbade. Ye prudes in virtue, fay,
Say, ye severeft, what would you have done?
Meantime, this fairer nymph than ever blett
Arcadian stream, with timid eye
The banks surveying, stripp'd her beaut’ous limbs,
To taste the lucid coolness of the flood.
Ah! then, not Paris on the piny top
Of Ida panted stronger, when alide
The rival goddesses the veil divine
Calt uncontin'd, and gave him all their charms,
Than DAMON, thou; as from the snowy leg,
And blender foot, th’inverted filk she drew;
As the soft touch disfolv’d the virgin zone ;
And, thro' the parting robe, the alternate breast,
With youth wild-throbbing, on thy lawless gaze
In full luxuriance rofe. But, desperate youth,
How durft thou risk the foul-dittracting view;
As from her naked limbs of glowing white,
Harmonious swell’d by nature's finest hand,
In folds loose-floating fell the fainter lawn;
And fair expos’d she stood, shrunk from herself,
With fancy blushing, at the doubtful breeze
Alarm’d, and starting like the fearful fawn?
Then to the flood she rush'd; the parted flood
Its lovely guest with closing waves receiv’d;
And ev'ry beauty soft’ning, ev'ry grace
Flushing anew, a mellow luftre med:
As shines the lily through the cryftal mild ;
Or as the rose amid the morning dew,
Fresh from Aurora's hand, more sweetly glows.
While thus she wanton'd, now beneath the wave
But ill-conceal'd; and now with fireaming locks,
That half-embrac'd her in a humid veil,
Rising again the latent DAMON drew
Such madd’ning draughts of beauty to the soul,
As for awhile o'erwhelm’d his raptur'd thought
With luxury too daring. Check'd at laft,