But now despotic o'er the plains And kneeling crowds adore; These charms arise too fiercely bright, Thus to the rising God of day Whose glowing chariot mounting soon [CHARLES DRYDEN.] As Ariana young and fair By night the starry choir did tell, One beauteous light the rest excel : A new-born glory in the skies. Or if within the sphere it grew, Before she gaz'd, the lamp was dim But from her eyes the sparkles flew ; That gave new lustre to the gem: Bright omen! what dost thou portend, Thou threat'ning beauty of the sky; What great, what happy monarch's end? For sure by thee 'tis sweet to die. Whether to thy foreboding fire We We owe the crescent in decay; Before the world in ashes lies; But if less ruin will atone, Let Strephon's only fate suffice. WHEN first I saw Lucinda's face, And view'd the dazzling glories there, She seem'd of a diviner race, Than that which nature planted here. With sacred homage down I feel, Wond'ring whence such a form could spring; Tell me, I cried, fair vision, tell The dread commands from heaven you bring. For if past sins may be forgiven, By this bright evidence I know [WALLER.] CHLORIS, yourself you so excel, When you vouchsafe to breathe my thought, That like a spirit, with this spell Of my own teaching, I am caught. The eagle's fate and mine are one, Which on the shaft that made him die Espied a feather of his own, Wherewith he used to soar so high. Had Echo with so sweet a grace Not for reflection of his face, But of his voice, the boy had burn'd. [MRS. TAYLOR.] STREPHON has fashion, wit and youth But he is flint, and bears the art His pow'r inflames another's heart, O! how it does my soul perplex, Ат AT Cynthia's feet I sigh'd, I pray'd, And wept yet all the while The cruel unrelenting maid Scarce paid me with a smile. Such foolish timorous arts as these Resolv'd, I rose, and softly prest With longing eager lips I kist The roses of her cheek. Charm'd with this boldness, she relents, With heat like this Pygmalion mov'd Thus warm'd, the marble virgin lov'd, t |