SONG XXXV. BY DR. AKEN SIDE. TH HE fhape alone let others prize, I look for fpirit in her eyes, A damask cheek, and ivory arm, Give me an animated form, A face where aweful honour shines, And angel innocence refines The tenderness of love. These are the foul of beautys frame, Without whofe vital aid, Unfinish'd all her features feem, And all her rofes dead. But ah! where both their charms unite, How perfect is the view, With every image of delight, 207 Of Of power to charm the greatest woe, Their power but faintly to express ON SONG XXXVI. YOUNG OLIND A. WH HEN Innocence and Beauty meet, Ah, how beyond expreffion sweet By virtue, ripened from the bud, The flower angelic odours breeds, Oh facred Virtue! tune my voice, То To lafting brightness be refin'd, When this vain fhadow flies away, 'Th' eternal beauties of the mind Will laft when all things elfe decay. Killing pleafures, wounding bliffes ; She can drefs her eyes in love, And her lips can arm with kiffes. Angels liften when she speaks, She's my delight, all mankinds wonder But my jealous heart would break, Should we live one day asunder. O. VOL. I. P SONG SONG XXXVIII. THE LASS WITH THE GOLDEN LOCKS. N BY MR. CHRISTOPHER SMART. O more of my Harriot, of Polly no more, Nor all the bright beauties that charm'd me before ; My heart for a slave to gay Venus I've fold, And barter'd my freedom for ringlets of gold: Though o'er her white forehead the gilt treffes flow, To live and to love, to converfe and be free, Than the fwan in the brook fhe's more dear to my fight, Which are fit for the language or labour of love; At. At the park in the mall, at the play in the box, Her beautiful eyes as they roll or they flow, Shall be glad for my joy, or shall weep for my woe; Let them rail at the fruit they can't reach, like the fox, SONG XXXIX. JE NE SCAI QU o 1. THE JE BY WILLIAM WHITEHEAD ESQ ES I'm in love, I feel it now, YES And Coelia has undone me; "Tis not her face which love creates, 'Tis not her air, for fure in that There's nothing more than common; And all her fenfe is only chat, Like any other woman. |