I watch'd the dawn of every grace,
And gaz'd upon that angel face,

While yet 'twas safe to gaze ;
And fondly bless'd each rising charm,
Nor thought such innocence could harm

The peace of future days.

But now despotic o'er the plains
The aweful noon of beauty reigns,

And kneeling crouds adore;
These charms arise too fiercely bright,
Danger and death attend the fight,

And I must hope no more.

Thus to the rising god of day
Their early vows the Persians pay,

And bless the spreading fire;
Whose glowing chariot mounting soon
Pours on their heads the burning noong

They ficken and expire.

SONG III.

W

HEN first I saw thee graceful move,

Ah me! what meant my throbbing breast? Say, soft confusion, art thou love?

If love thou art, then farewell rest!

Since doom'd I am to love thee, fair,

Though hopeless of a warm return, Yet kill me not with cold despair; But let me live, and let me burn.

B 2

With

With gentle smiles affwage the pain

Those gentle (miles did first create : And, though you cannot love again,

In pity, oh! forbear to hate.

SONG IV.

Τ Η Ε Ν C Η Α Ν Τ Μ Ε Ν Τ.

O! would your pity give my heart

One corner of your breast; 'Twould learn of yours the winning art,

And quickly steal the rest.

SONG V.

BY VISCOUNT MOLESWORTH,

LMERIAS face, her shape, her air,

With charms resistless wound the heart; In vain you for defence prepare,

When from her eyes Love throws his dart.

So

So strong, fo swift the arrow fies,

Such sure destruction flying makes ; The bold opposer quickly dies!

The fugitive it overtakes!

Nor stratagem, nor force avails,

No feign'd submission sets you free; One look o'er all your art prevails,

There's no way safe but not to see!

For such the magic of her arms,

And wounding she does so allure ; The unexperienc'd court their harms;

The wounded never wish a curę.

A

H

gaze not on those eyes! forbear

That soft inchanting voice to hear :
Not looks of basilisks give surer death,
Not Syrens fing with more destructive breath.

Fly, if thy freedom thou’dft maintain.

Alas! I feel, th' advice is vain!
A heart, whose fafety but in flight does lie,
Is too far loft to have the pow'r to fly,

SONG VII.

BY A ARON HILL ESQ.

H! forbear to bid me sight her,

Soul and senses take her part; Could my death itself delight her, Life should leap, to leave my

heart. Strong, though soft, a lovers chain, Charm'd with woe, and pleas'd with pain.

Though the tender flame were dying,

Love would light it, at her eyes;
Or, her tuneful voice applying,

Through my ear, my soul surprise.
Deaf, I see the fate I shun;
Blind, I hear I am undone.

SONG VIII.

WH

HILE from my looks, fair nymph, you guess

The secret passions of my mind, My heavy eyes, you say, confess

A heart to love and grief inclin'd.

There needs, alas! but little art

To have this fatal secret found; With the same ease you threw the dart

"Tis certain you may show the wound.

How

How can I see you and not love,

While you as opening East are fair? While cold as Northern blasts you prove,

How can I love and not defpair ?

The wretch in double fetters bound

Your potent mercy may release ;
Soon, if my love but once were crown'd,

Fair prophetess! my grief would cease.

SON G IX.

Τ Η Ε

SNOW - B A L L.

FROM PETRONIUS AFRANIUS.

BY SO AME JEN YNS ES le

HITE as her hand, fair Julia threw

A ball of silver snow; The frozen globe fir'd as it few,

My bosom felt it glow.

Strange pow'r of love! whose great command

Can thus a snow-ball arm;
When fent, fair Julia, from thy hand,

Ev’n ice itself can warm.