ZELINDA gives me perfect joys; W HEN SAPPHO tun'd the raptur'd ftrain With art divine the lyre she ftrung, For while fhe ftruck the quiv'ring wire The captive foul was charm'd away. But had she added still to these She She ne'er had pin'd beneath disdain, To dafh on rocks the tender breast. SMOLLETT. O plaintive founds! and to the fair Go My fecret wounds impart, Tell all I hope, tell all I fear, But fhe, methinks, is lift'ning now The smile that triumphs o'er her brow Seems not to heed my pain. Yes, plaintive founds! yet, yet delay, Howe'er my love repine; Let that gay minute pafs away, The next perhaps is thine. Yes, Yes, plaintive founds! no longer croft, Her cheek, undimpled now, has loft Yes, plaintive founds! fhe now is yours, 'Tis now your time to move; Effay to foften all her powers, Ceafe, plaintive founds! your task is done; That anxious tender air Proves o'er her heart the conqueft won; Return, ye fmiles, return again, I yield up to your charming reign I take no outward fhew amifs, Still let her fmiles each fhepherd bless, HAMILTON. WHEN charming TERAMINTA fings, Each new air new paffion brings; Now I refolve, and now I fear; Now I triumph, now despair; Frolic now, now faint I grow ; Now would liften, now would kiss Till, by her breath repuls'd, they fly, Y dear mistress has a heart, MY Soft as thofe kind looks she gave me, When with love's refiftless art, And her eyes, she did enflave me : But her conftancy's fo weak, She's fo wild and apt to wander, That my jealous heart would break Should we live one day afunder. Melting joys about her move, She can drefs her eyes in love, And her lips can arm with kiffes; Angels liften when she speaks, She's my delight, all mankind's wonder, But my jealous heart would break Should we live one day afunder. ROCHESTER, K |