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Then, firm in Constancy's reliance,
I bid thy cruel scythe defiance;
Deal when thou wilt the deadly blow,
Thou canst but separate below,
Thy first can but for moments sever,
Thy second re-unites for ever.

Perhaps, suspending mortal rage, By silent sap, and creeping age, By subtile, secret slow approaches, As mildew on the blade incroaches, Thou hop'st, malignant fiend ! to tame The ardor of love's fiercest flameVain shalt thou find thy keenest blast, Bliss once possess'd, thy power is past. Can years, while sense remains, destroy The memory of transcendent joy? Can years bright innocence impair? Can years make Virtue look less fair?

But Beauty, by thy influence curst, May sicken-Tyrant, do thy worst! I know thy power, and am prepar'd To meet thy sharpest darts unscar'd. Though Body, Mind, thou canst control, Own thy survivor in the Soul; Whose perfect bliss is not enjoy'd, Till thou art utterly destroy'd.

Ev'n here, as health and beauty fail, While lilies o'er the rose prevail, Long ere thy menac'd ills can harm, Though every hour should steal a charmLong ere, by twenty stars a day, The spangled Heavens would wear away.

Unconscious of the gradual wane, As years their empire slowly gain, While my Ideas, in the race, Observe a due-proportioned pace, And limbs grow cold, and senses faulter, I sha'nt perceive her Person alter. When Age her dimpled cheek beguiles, And wrinkles plants, instead of smiles, Though every Cupid he should smother, I'll think her handsome as their mother. When, steady to his barbarous plan, To spoil my lovely MARY-Anne, The savage unrelenting creature Has robb’d her face of every feature, And, to conceptions merely common, My charmer seems a plain old woman, Still in my heart she'll hold her throne, Still in my eyes be twenty-one.

TO

CORINNA,

BY

EARL NUGENT.

While I those hard commands obey,
Which tear me from thee far away;
Never did yet love-tortur'd youth,
So dearly prove his doubted truth;
For never woman charm'd like thee,
And never man yet lov'd like me.

All creatures whom fond flames inspire, Pursue the object they desire ; But I, prepost'rous doom! must prove By distant fight the strongest love; And ev'ry way distress'd by fate, Must lose thy sight, or meet thy hate.

то

CAMILLA,

By the Same.

.

WEARY'D with indolent repose,
A life unmix'd with joys or woes;
Where all the lazy moments crept,
And every passion sluggish slept ;
I wish'd for love's inspiring pains,
To rouze the loiterer in my veins.
Th’officious power my call attends,
He who uncall's his succour lends;
And with a smile of wanton spite, ·
He
gave

Camilla to my sight.
Her eyes their willing captive seize,
Her look, her air, her manner please;
New beauties se, unseen before,
Or seen, in her they please me more ;
And soon, too soon, alas ! I find
The virtues of a nobler kind.

Now cheerful springs the morning ray, Now cheerful sinks the closing day;

For every morn with her I walk'd,
And every eve with her I talk'd;
With her I lik'd the vernal bloom,
With her I lik'd the crowded room ;
From her at night I went with pain,
And long'd for morn to meet again.

How quick the smiling moments pass, Through varying fancy's mimic glass! While the gay scene is painted o’er, Where all was one wide blank before ; And sweetly sooth'd th’inchanting dream, 'Till love inspir'd a bolder scheme.

Camilla, stung with grief and shame;
Now marks, and shuns the guilty flame ;
Fierce anger lighten'd in her face,
Then cold reserve assum'd its place:
And soon, the wretch's hardest fate,
Contempt succeeds declining hate.
No more my presence now she flies,
She sees me with unheeding eyes ;
Sees me with various passions burn,
Enrag'd depart, submiss return;
Return with flattering hopes to find
Soft pity move her gentle mind.
But ah! her looks were still the same,
Unmark'd I went, unmark'd I came ;
Unmark'd were all my hopes and fears,
While Strephon whispers in her ears.

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