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THE LOVER's NIGHT.

LULL'D in the arms of him the lov’d,

Ianthe figh'd the kindest things: Her fond surrender he approv’d,

With smiles; and thus, enamour'd, sings. 6. How sweet are lover's vows by night,

“ Lap'd in an honeysuckle grove! “ When Venus sheds her gentle light,

" And soothes the yielding soul 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. • 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. 6. The filver-founding shining spheres,

“ That animate the glowing skies, « Nor charm so much, as thou, my ears,

i Nor bless so much, as thou, my eyes. “ Thus let me clasp thee to my heart,

“ Thus fink in foftness on thy breast! • No cares shall haunt us; danger, part,

“ For ever loving, ever bleft. so Cenforious envy darés not blame

“ The passion which thy truth inspires: * Ye ftars, 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.'

HEALTH.

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NOW early shepherds o'er the meadow pass,

And print long footsteps in the glittring grass; The cows neglectful of their pasture stand, 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When DAMON foftly trod the shaven lawn DAMON, a youth from city cares withdrawn; Long was the pleasing walk he wander'd through, A cover'd arbour clos'd distant view; There rests the youth, and, while the feather’dthrong Raite their wild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 fee?
Ah! tasteless all, if not enjoy'd with thee.

Joy to my soul! 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 silver 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 summits, deeply-shaded dales,
Thick mofly banks, and flow'ry winding vales,
With various prospect gratify the fight,
And scatter fix'd attention in delight.

Come, country goddess, come, nor thou fuffice,
But bring thy mountain-fifter,.EXERCISE.
Cail'd by thy lovely voice, she turns her pace,
Her winding horn proclaims the finish'd chace;
She mounts the rocks, she skims the level plain,
Dogs, hawks, and horses, crowd her early train.
Her hardy face repels the tanning wind,
And lines and melhes loosely float behind.

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All these as means of toil the feeble fee,
But these are helps to pleasure join’d with thee.

Let sloth lie foft’ning till high noon in down,
Or lolling fan her in the fultry town,
Unnery'd with reft; 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

again.
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 torrow 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 mufe, that in the faireft light
Paints rural prospects and the charms of fight;
These soft amusements 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

again.

DAMON AND MUSIDORA. CLOSE in the covert of an hazel copfe,

Where winded into pleasing folitude Runs out the rambling dale, young DAMON sat, Penfive, and pierc'd with love's delightful pangs. There to the Itream 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 breaft, 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 foul 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 passion 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 fultry feafon glow’d: And, rob’d in loose array, she came to bathe Her fervent limbs in the refreshing stream. What shall he do? In fweet 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, say,
Say, ye severeft, what would you have done?
Meantime, this fairer nymph than ever blett
Arcadian stream, with timid eye around
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 atide
The rival goddesses the veil divine
Caft unconfin’d, and gave him all their charms,

Than DAMON, thou; as from the snowy leg,
And slender foot, th' inverted filk she drew;
As the soft touch dissolv’d the virgin zone ;
And, thro' the parting robe, the alternate breast,
With youth wild-throbbing, on thy lawless gaze
In full luxuriance rose. But, desperate youth,
How durst thou risk the foul-distracting view;
As from her naked limbs of glowing white,
Harmonious swellid 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 the rulh’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 lustre sed :
As shines the lily through the crystal mild ;
Or as the role 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 streaming 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,

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