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For, lady, you deserve this state;
3. PICTURE OF A LADY IN A PROSPECT OF FLOWERS. See with what simplicity
This nymph begins her golden days! In the green grass she lores to lie,
And there with her fair aspect tames
The wilder flowers, and gives them names ; But only with the roses plays,
And them does tell What colour best becomes them, and what smell. Who can foretell for what high cause
This darling of the gods was born ? See this is she whose chaster laws
The wanton Love shall one day fear,
And, under her command severe,
Happy who can
And parley with those conquering eyes; Ere they have tried their force to wound,
Ere with their glancing wheels they drive
In triumph over hearts that strive,
Let me be laid
Itself does at thy beauty charm,
Make that the tulips may have shar
Of sweetness, seeing they are fair;
But most procure
Whom nature courts with fruits and flowers,
Gather the flowers, but spare the buds ;
Lest Flora, angry at thy crime
To kill her infants in their prime,
And, ere we see,
1. ALEXANDER'S FEAST.
Aloft in awful state
On bis imperial throne:
So should desert in arms be crown'd,
Happy, happy, happy pair :
None but the brave deserve the fair.
Amid the tuneful quire,
With flying fingers touch'd the lyre;
And heavenly joys inspire.
When he to fair Olympia press’d,
The list'ning crowd admire the lofty sound
Assumes the god, affects to nod,
The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician sung,
Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young :
Flush'd with a purple grace
He shows his honest face.
Bacchus, ever fair and young,
Drinking joys did first ordain :
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
Fought all his battles o’er again,
The master saw the madness rise; [slain.
And, while he heaven and earth defied,
He chose mournful muse soft pity to infuse;
Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen,
By those his former bounty fed :
The various turns of fate below;
And tears began to flow.
Softly sweet, in Lydian measures,
War, he sung, is toil and trouble:
Fighting still, and still destroying :
Think, O think it worth enjoying;
Take the good the gods provide thee.
And sigh'd and look’d, and sigh'd and look’d,
The vanquish'd victor sunk upon her breast.
And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark, the horrid sound Has rais’d up his head: As awak'd from the dead, And amaz’d, he stares around.
Revenge, revenge”! Timotheus cries,
See the snakes that they rear,
How they hiss in the air,
Behold a gastly band, each a torch in his hand !
Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew.
How they point to the Persian abodes,
And glittering temples of their hostile gods,
The princes applaud, with a furious joy ;
Thais led the way, To light him to his prey,
Thus, long ago,
While organs yet were mute;
And sounding lyre,
Enlarg’d the former narrow bounds
And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before.
Let old Timotheus yield the prize,
Or both divide the crown;
2. CHRISTIAN FORBEARANCE.
and naked come, Thy Father will receive his unthrift home, And thy blest Saviour's blood discharge the mighty suin.
3. A DREAM. Two friends or brothers, with devout intent, On some far pilgrimage together went, It happen'd so, that when the sun was down, They just arrived by twilight at a town; That day had been the baiting of a bull, 'Twas at a feast, and
inn so full