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Say, who of all the fair is form'd to move
The fondeft paffions, moft ecftatick love,
More than ATHENIA? in her gentle eye
Soft innocence and virgin modefty
Inceffant shine, while ftill a new-born grace
Springs in each speaking feature of her face.
Her fprightly wit no forward pertness spoils:
No felf-affuming air her judgment foils;
Still prone to learn, tho' capable to teach,
And lofty all her thoughts, but humble all her speech.
Proceed, ATHENIA, let thy growing mind

Take ev'ry knowledge in of ev'ry kind :
Still on perfection fix thy fteady eye,

Be ever rifing, rife thou ne'er fo high.
But oh reflect, that in th' advent'rous flight,
Thou mount'ft a glorious, but a dangerous height:
When ev'ry science ev'ry grace fhall join,
When most thy wit, when moft thy beauties shine,
When thickest crowds enamour'd press around,
When loudest ev'ry tongue thy praise shall found,
When verfe too offers incenfe to thy shrine,
And adoration breathes in ev'ry line,
Then let my friendly Mufe express her care,
Then most will danger spread her viewless fnare:
Then let this truth poffefs thy inmost soul,
"One drop of Vanity may spoil the whole."

Not felf-fecure on earth can Knowledge dwell,
Knowledge the blifs of heav'n and pang of hell,

Alike

Alike the inftrument of good and evil,
The attribute of God and of the Devil.
Without her, Virtue is a powerless Will;
She, without Virtue, is a powerful ill;
Does fhe then join with Virtue, or oppofe,
She proves the best of Friends, or worst of Foes.
O! be they once in happieft union join'd,
And be that union in ATHENIA's, mind.

On SHAKESPEAR'S Monument at Stratford

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upon Avon.

By the Same.

Reat HOMER's birth fev'n rival cities claim,

Too mighty fuch monopoly of Fame;

Yet not to birth alone did HOMER Owe

His wond'rous worth; what EGYPT could bestow,
With all the schools of GREECE and ASIA join'd,
Enlarg'd th' immense expansion of his mind.

Nor yet unrival'd the MAONIAN ftrain,

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The British Eagle, and the Mantuan Swan

Tow'r equal heights. But happier STRATFORD, thou
With incontested laurels deck thy brow:

Thy Bard was thine unfchool'd, and from thee brought
More than all EGYPT, GREECE, or ASIA taught.

Not HOMER's felf fuch matchlefs honours won ;

The Greek has Rivals, but thy SHAKESPEAR none.

a Milton.

A SONG.

A SON G.

By the Same.

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I.

HEN fair SERENA firft I knew,

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By friendship's happy union charm'd ;

Inceffant joys around her flew,

And gentle fimiles my

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bofom warm'd.

But when with fond officious care,

I prefs'd to breathe my amorous pain, Her lips spoke nought but cold despair, Her eyes fhot ice through ev'ry vein. III.

Thus in ITALIA's lovely vales

The fun his genial vigour yields,

Reviving heat each fenfe regales,

And plenty crowns the fmiling fields.
IV.

When nearer we approach his ray,

High on the Alps' ftupendous brow, Surpriz'd we fee pale fun-beams play On everlasting hills of fnow.

CHISWICK.

CHIS WIC K.

TH

By the Same.

HE potent Lord, that this bright villa plann'd,
Exhibits here a Paradife regain'd;

Whate'er of Verdure have Hills, Lawns, or Woods,
Whate'er of Splendor, Buildings, Flow'rs, or Floods,
Whate'er of Fruits the Trees, of Birds the Air,
In blissful union are collected here:

All with fuch harmony difpos'd, as fhews,
That in the midft the Tree of Knowledge grows.

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At length hath heal'd my love-fick heart,
At length thy flave is free;

I feel no tyrant's proud controul,
foul.

I feel no inmate in my

But peace and liberty.

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In dreams I ev'ry trifle fee,
Yet very rarely dream of thee;

I wake, nor think about thee:
When abfent I ne'er with thee near:
And when thou'rt present I nor fear
Nor pray to be without thee.

I think, hear, talk about thy charms,
Nor stoop the head, nor fold the arms;
Nay ev'n my wrongs fit easy.

And when my favour'd rival's near
And eyes me with infulting leer,

His triumphs never teaze me.

Put on thy looks of cold difdain,
Or speak respectful, 'tis in vain,

Nor frowns nor fmiles can move.

Those lips no more have words that bind,
Thofe eyes no more have light to find

The path that leads to love.

Seafons,

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