Nor pointed fpear, nor links of steel, O, tuneful bird, that glad'ft the skies, G To Daphne's window speed thy way; And there on quivering pinions rise, And if fhe deign thy notes to hear, Tell her, in livelier plumes array'd, The bird from Indian groves may fhine ; But afk the lovely partial maid, What are his notes compar'd to thine ? Then bid her treat yon witlefs beau, And all his flaunting race with fcorn; And lend an ear to Damon's woe, Who fings her praise, and fings forlorn. V. Ah! ego non aliter triftes evincere morbos ON I trace the jovial fpring in vain! Nor Nor flow'ry plain, nor budding tree, 'Tis true, my vine so fresh and fair, But ere I afk once more to view Inform me, fwains; my friends, declare, YES; Fulvia is like Venus fair; Has all her bloom, and shape and air : But ftill, to perfect every grace, She wants the fmile upon her face. The crown majestic Juno wore; And Cynthia's brow the crefcent bore, Her Her train was form'd of fmiles of loves Then fmile, my fair; and all whose aim Shall take their forms from you alone. The Rape of the TRAP, a BALLAD; written at College, 1736. By the Same. |