TO

A LADY,

SENT HER WITH

LORD LANSDOWNE's HEROIC LOVE.

The noble Granville here has nicely shown
Heroic Love, a copy of his own ;
No flight of fancy, but his heart indites
These moving scenes; and what he feels, he writes.
With love like his, though in unequal lays,
Too charming Maid, I offer at thy praise.
Look on Chryseis; she each feature drew
In Nature's pride, and sure she sate for you ;
Observe her sad farewell, she best can give
The dire account, what 'tis to part-and live !
You've all her charms, her beauty, and her youth ;
But want, I fear, her kindness and her truth.

Well had it been for Priam and his race, Had Fate set me in Agamemnon's place, And you Chryseis : glory should have strove But faintly then against the force of Love.

Deaf to renown, and scorning to be great, I'd left the camp for some obscure retreat. There, gazing on those lovely eyes, prefer One smile of yours to all the pomp of war ; And, every mark of royalty laid down, Had languish'd at your feet, and sav'd the town.

! TO

A LADY,

WITH A BOOK OF MORALITY,

Latitled

VISIONS.

So strong the passions of the human mind, To truth reluctant, and to reason blind ; These rules, compard with real life, must seem All airy visions, and an empty dream: For when a plan of conduct we would draw, That dares the critic's eye to show a flaw, Fancy may wish its antitype to see, And feast upon its charms in theory; Yet still in practice all our hopes are vain, To realize this image of the brain.” Thus, foe to Nature, spoke the gloomy sage ; But let his labor'd lines inform the page 3 Let him exhaust his genius to display Truth's pleasant path, and Virtue's peaceful way:

Each moral rule with energy dispense,
That forms the conduct, or improves the sense :
Still must philosophy renounce the prize,
Still Nature must to art superior rise ;
For Nature now triumphantly can shew
A living instance of those rules in You.

TO

THREE AMIABLE SISTERS,

WITH

HAMMOND'S LOVE ELEGIES.

BY THE REV.----- KYNASTON, M.A. LATE FELLOW OF BRAZEN-NOSE COLLEGE, OXFORD.

Read here the pangs of unsuccessful Love;
And oh ! let pity your soft bosoms move.
Whilst Hammond, hapless youth ! for Delia burns,
The plaintive Muse in sweetest accents mourns :
What Belle so savage, but their force must own ?
What heart that melts not, but an heart of stone ?

Read then, and listen to the Muse's voice : Let this example sanctify your choice. When the fond youth his passion strives to prove, By Hammond's symptoms try the force of love: Mark well the speaking eye, th' impassion's tear, The pulse quick-throbbing, and the sigh sincere. Then, then be banish'd every meaner guest, Nor avarice, nor ambition, fire your breast,

Vol. VI.