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If music's strains have that persuasive art,
O lovely VAUGHAN! how form'd to strike the heart!
Such a complexion foils the pride of May,
Such looks add splendor to the brightest day;
Such tuneful speech affords so moving sounds,
We fancy crowns in chains, and taste delight in


Collier 's a subject dear to British lays, Her shape, her every feature's wrought for praise ; What humid pearls of sorrow seem to rise, As if she wept the ravage of her eyes ! Still, still we bleed, and no relief is gain’d, Her killing beauty 's true, her saving pity feign’d./bo

Thy rhymes, oh Muse, with

LOUISA grace, That growing wonder of the Brudenell race; Ev'n now her charms disclose a pleasing bloom, But promise riper sweetness yet to come ; Nature, for all her vast indulgence, fears T'entrust perfection to those tender years, But shortly will her choicest stores display, And give to such a morn an answerable day. What mighty glories shall this Fair adorn, Allied to Mira, and of Richmond born; -1% Mira so bright to kindle Granville's fire, How did she shine, that could such warmth inspire ! Richmond, so great to give that title fame, And more than equal her from whom our toasting


came !



To REYNOLDS, Muse, thạt mass of beauty, rise,
Her mien, how charming, and how bright her eyes !
From opening East less glorious lustre breaks;
How Nature's curious pencil paints her cheeks !
The Loves, mistaking her for Venus, throng,
And feasted thus continue in the

Seems she not more than numbers can express?
Seems not ev'n thought afraid to make such wonders

Men may with justice Nature's dealing blame,
And charge their parent with a partial aim;
Who too, too lavish to her female race,
Bestows fresh gifts, and springs new mines of grace ;
But, ah! to them so sparing, deigns to raise
No hidden stores of wit to give proportion'd praise.

FARMER's a pattern for the beauteous kind,
Compos’d to please, and every way refin’d; igo
Obliging with reserve, and humbly great,
Though gay, yet modest, though sublime, yet sweet ;
Fair without art, and graceful without pride,
By merit and descent to deathless fame allied.

Seek not the Venus star that gilds the skies, Two brighter stars are found in Walpole's eyes ; Desire not Nature's wealth in fields display'd, Far nobler stores enrich the blooming maid ; Rack not your thought to paint what's sweetly rare, Look but on WALPOLE's form, 'tis all familiar there. Loo Thee, CHETWYND, all that see thee strive to praise, And with insatiate longings still must gaze; Fresh springing glories every moment rise, And in new raptures hur! us to the skies, O! could I reach a harmony in sound, Like the fam'd sweetness of her aspect found, To yon bright sphere I'd raise the glittering dame, And with due numbers shake the pattern of her frame.

Thrice glorious NeWING TON! how justly great! No charms are absent, and each charm's compleat; All that have eyes thy beauties must confess, All that have tongues those beauties would express ; They would-But, oh! the language scants the will, Nature's too strong for art, and baffles utmost skill. Born for command, yet mov'd from public view, As cloy'd with power, and weary'd to subdue ; To silent shades I see the victor run, And rest beneath the virtues which she won; Envy presumes not to disturb her there, Envy, wherewith th' unhandsome teaze the fair. 220 Her shining look exalts the gazing swain, But, oh! within he feels consuming pain. So sparkling flames raise water to a smile, Yet the pleas'd liquor pines, and lessens all the while.

Where charming Heale appears, she treads on

spoils, Our sex are vassals, and her own are foils;


Such a peculiar elegance of face !
So many sweetnesses ! such lively grace!
Oh that becoming negligence of air !
There's something curious in her want of care.
Here Love may with inconstancy agree,
For one 's variety, one such as she.
Captivity, so caus'd, we proudly bless,
And zealous to be slaves, nor wish our fetters less.

Attractive SQUIRE, with endless pleasure 's seen,
Oh, trifling grandeur of the Cyprian Queen!
Only three Graces form’d her highest state,
But thousand Graces on this Venus wait.
Impossible for eyes to take their fill!
There's something eminently winning still i 245
A novelty of charms salutes the sight,
More sweet than blossoms, and more gay than light;
Two powerful passions, when we gaze, we prove ;
Joy revels in our looks, and in our bosoms Love.

Well Langton's name becomes the radiant list: Who can her praise refuse, her power resist ? Was ever nymph thus exquisitely wrought? Seems she not almost lovely to a fault? At once so many crowding wonders press, Ev’n more she'd charm us, if she charm’d us less. 258 Have you not seen on Anna's pompous day, A thousand objects all profusely gay? Such numbers only not oppress’d the sight,

Yet less variety gives full delight.
See! seel th' alternate glories of the skies
Blend in her form, and all at once surprize ;
Her rosy cheek the blush of morning shews,
Her dazling eyes the mid-day sun disclose ;
Her air resembles well the milky way,
There Stars unnumber'd shine, here Loves unnum-

ber'd play. 360
O! why did Heaven, which thus adorn'd the fair,
And made the workmanship so much its care,
Not with soft pity temper all the rest,
And place this kind reliever in her breast ?
Still poor camelions, we must live on air,
She thinks a look too much--the lover's smallest fare.

There's no way to be safe from Hartley's darts, Nor light nor darkness can secure our hearts; Both eyes

and ears are traitors to repose, Looking or listening, ends in amorous woes ; 4° Gods / when we see we're vanquish'd by her view, And, while we hear, her melting notes subdue. Muse, sing the nymph that 's so compos'd for fame, Make Heaven and Earth acquainted with her name; Thyself, oh Nymph, to teach the Muse incline, For there 's no perfect melody but thine; Then she might haply boast a warbling air, And form the song as sweet, as Nature form’d thee


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