[MRS. BARBAULD.] WHEN With mild and chearing beam, I saw you in that opening morn I watch'd the dawn of every grace, But now despotic o'er the plains And kneeling crowds adore; These charms arise too fiercely bright, Danger and death attend the sight, And I must hope no more. Thus to the rising God of day [CHARLES DRYDEN.] As Ariana young and fair By night the starry choir did tell, One beauteous light the rest excel : Perhaps was kindled from her eyes, And made for mortals to adore A new-born glory in the skies. Or if within the sphere it grew, 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 Before the world in ashes lies ;- 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 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, AT T 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. |