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Gay France shall make the fan her artist's care,
And with the coftly trinket arm the fair.
As learned orators that touch the heart,
With various action raise their foothing art,
Both head and hand affect the lift'ning throng,
And humour each expression of the tongue ;
So shall each passion by the fan be seen,
From noisy anger to the fullen spleen.
While Venus spoke, joy shone in Strephon's eyes :
Proud of the gift, he to Corinnna fies.
But Cupid (who delights in am'rous ill,
Wounds, hearts, and leaves them to a woman's will)
With certain aim a golden arrow drew,
Which to Leander's panting bosom flew :
Leander lov’d; and to the sprightly dame
In gentle fighs reveal'd his growing Alame ;
Sweet smiles Corinna to his fighs returns,
And for the fop in equal passion burns.
Lo Strephon comes ! and with a fuppliant bow, Ofers the present, and renews his vow.
When the the fate of Niobe beheld,
Why has my pride against my heart rebellid ?
She fighing cry'd : disdain forsook her breaft,
And Strephon now was thought a worthy guest.
In Procris' bofom when she saw the dart;
She juftly blames her own supicious heart,
Imputes her discontent to jealous fear,
And knows her Strephon's constancy fincere.
When on Camilla's fate her eye me turns,
No more for show and equipage the burns :
She learns Leander's paflion to despise,
And looks on merit with discerning eyes.
Narcissus' change to the vain virgin fhows,
Who trufts to beauty, trufts the fading rose.
Youth Alics apace, with youth your beauty flies,
Love then, ye virgins, ere the blossom dies.
Thus Pallas taught her. Strephon weds the dame, And Hymen's torch diffus'd the brightest flame.
Address'd to the Duke of DORS E T.
ROM frozen climes, and endless tracts of snow,
From streams that northern winds forbid to flow;
What present shall the muse to Dorset bring,
Or how, so near the pole, attempt to sing ?
The hoary winter here conceals from fight,
All pleasing objects that to verse invite.
The hills and dales, and the delightful woods,
The flow'ry plains, and silver streaming floods,
By snow disguis'd in bright confusion lie,
And with one dazzling waste fatigue the eye.
No gentle breathing breeze prepares the spring,
No birds within the desart region sing.
The ships unmov'd the boift'rous winds defy,
While rattling chariots o'er the ocean fly.
The vast leviathan wants room to play,
And spout his waters in the face of day,
The starving wolves along the main fea prowl,
And to the moon in icy vallies howl.
For many a shining league the level main
Here spreads itself into a glasly plain :
There solid billows of enormous size,
Alps of green ice in wild disorder rise.
And yet but lately have I seen ev'n here,
The winter in a lovely dress appear.
E’er yet the clouds let fall the treasur'd snown
Or winds begun through hazy skies to blow.
At ev'ning a keen eastern breeze arose;
And the descending rain unsully'd frozę.
Soon as the filent shades of night withdrew,
The ruddy morn disclos'd at once to view
The face of nature in a rich disguise,
And brighten'd ev'ry object to my eyes:
For ev'ry shrub, and every ilade of grass,
And ev'ry pointed thorn, seem'd wrought in glass,
In pearls and rubies rich the hawthorns show,
While through the ice the crimson berries glow.
The thick-Sprung reeds the wat'ry marshes yield,
Seem polish'd lances in a hostile field.
The ftag in limpid currents with furprize,
Sees crystal branches on his forehead rise.
The spreading oak, the beach, and tow'ring pine,
Glaz'd over, in the freezing æther shine.
The frighted birds the rattling branches fhun,
That wave and glitter in the distant fun.
When, if a sudden gust of wind arise,
Thę brittle forest into atoms flies :
The crackling wood beneath the tempeft bends,
And in a spangled show's the prospect ends.
Or, if a southern gale the region warm,
And by degrees unbind the wint'ry charm,
The traveller a miry country sees,
And journies fad beneath the dropping trees.
Like some deluded peasant, Merlin leads
Thro' fragrant bow'rs, and through delicious meads;
While here inchanted gardens to him rise,
And airy fabricks there attract his eyes,
His wand'ring feet the magick paths pursue ;
And, while he thinks the fair illusion true,
The trackless scenes disperse in fluid air,
And woods and wilds, and thorny ways appear:
A tedious road the weary wretch returns,
And as he goes, the transient vision mourns.