Nor HANDEL's, nor CORELLI's tuneful airs
Can harmonize my foul, or footh my cares;
Those once-lov'd medicines unsuccessful prove,
Mufick, alas, is but the voice of love!

In vain I oft harmonious lines perufe,

And feek for aid from POPE's and PRIOR'S Mufe;
Their treach'rous numbers but affift the foe,
And call forth fcenes of fympathifing woe;

Here HELOISE mourns her absent lover's charms,
There panting EMMA fighs in HENRY's arms;
Their loves like mine ill-fated I bemoan,
And in their tender forrows read my own.

Reftlefs fometimes, as oft the mournful dove
Forfakes her neft forfaken by her love,

I fly from home, and feek the facred fields,
Where CAM's old urn its filver current yields,
Where folemn tow'rs o'er-look each moffy grove,
As if to guard it from th' affaults of love;
Yet guard in vain, for there my CHLOE's eyes
But lately made whole colleges her prize;
Her fons, tho' few, not PALLAS cou'd defend,
Nor DULLNESS fuccour to her thousands lend;
Love like a fever with infectious rage

Scorch'd up the young, and thaw'd the frost of age;
To gaze at her, ev'n DoNs are seen to run,

And leave unfinish'd pipes, and authors-fcarce begun,
So HELEN look'd, and mov'd with such a grace,
When the grave seniors of the TROJAN race

Were forc'd thofe fatal beauties to admire,

That all their youth confum'd, and fet their town on fire,

At fam'd NEWMARKET oft I fpend the day, w

An unconcern'd fpectator of the play 3 ein

There pitilefs obferve the ruin'd heiriai, mi
With anger fir'd, or melting with defpair

For how fhould I his trivial lofs bemoan, ucald
Who feel one, so much greater, of my own?
There while the golden heaps, a glorious prize,, al
Wait the decifion of two rival dicê, 21112

While long difputes 'twixt Jeven and five remain, da
And each, like parties, have their friends for gain, i utr.
Without one wish I fee the guineas fhine,

Fate, keep your gold, I cry, make CHLOE mine.
Now fee, prepar'd their utmost speed to try,

O'er the smooth turf the bounding racers fly!..

Now more and more their flender limbs they strain,

And foaming ftretch along the velvet plain bil. A

Ah ftay! swift fteeds, your rapid flight delay,
No more the jockey's fmarting lash obey :
But rather let my hand direct the rein,

And guide your steps a nobler prize to gain ;
Then fwift as eagles cut the yielding air, wika
Bear me, oh bear me to the abfent fair.

Now when the winds are hufh'd, the air serene,
And chearful fun-beams gild the beauteous fcene,
Penfive o'er all the neighb'ring fields I ftray,
Where-e'er or choice, or chance directs the way;

Or

Or view the op'ning lawns, or private woods,
Or diftant bluifh hills, or filver floods :

Now harmless birds in filken nets infnare,

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Now with fwift dogs purfue the flying hare;
Dull fports! for oh my CHLOE is not there!
Fatigued at length I willingly retire

To a small ftudy, and a chearful fire,li encan

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There o'er fome folio pore; I pore, 'tis true, 22Ì
But oh my thoughts are fled, and fled to you;
I hear you, fee you, feast upon your eyes,
And clafp with eager arms the lovely prize.
Here for a while I cou'd forget my pain,
Whilft I by dear reflection live again;
But ev❜n these joys are too fublime to laft,
And quickly fade, like, all the real ones paft:
For juft when now beneath fome filent grove it vel á
I hear you talk and talk perhaps of love, to be A

Or charm with thrilling notes the lift'ning ear,
Sweeter than angels fing, or angels hear,

My treach'rous hand its weighty charge lets go, but
The book falls thund'ring on the floor below;;
The pleafing vision in a moment's gone,

And I once more am wretched and alone.

So when glad ORPHEUS from th' infernal fhadeÎË Had juft recall'd his long-lamented maid,

Soon as her charms had reach'd his eager eyes, f** 99 Loft in eternal night-again the dies.

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To the Right Hon. the Lady MARGARET CAVENDISH HARLEY, prefented with a Collection of POEMS.

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By the Same.

HE tuneful throng was ever beauty's care,
And verse a tribute facred to the fair,

Hence in each age the lovelieft nymph has been,
By undisputed right, the Mufes' queen?
Her fmiles have all poetick bofoms fir'd,
And patroniz'd the verse themselves infpir'd :
LESBIA prefided thus in Roman times,
Thus SACHARISSA reign'd o'er British rhymes,
And prefent bards to MARGARETTA bow,
For, what they were of old, is HARLEY now.
From OXFORD's house, in thefe dull bufy days,
Alone we hope for patronage, or praise;
He to our flighted labours ftill is kind,
Beneath his roof w' are ever fure to find
(Reward fufficient for the world's neglect)
Charms to infpire, and goodness to protect;
Your eyes with rapture animate our lays,
Your fire's kind hand uprears our drooping bays,

Form'd

Form'd for our glory and fupport, ye feem,
Our constant patron he, and you our theme.
Where fhou'd poetick homage then be pay'd ?
Where ev'ry verfe, but at your feet be lay'd?
A double right you to this empire bear,
As firft in beauty, and as QXFORD's heir.
Illuftrious maid! in whofe fole perfon join'd
Ev'ry perfection of the fair we find,

Charms that might warrant all her fex's pride,
Without one foible of her fex to hide;
Good-nature, artless as the bloom that dies
Her cheeks, and wit as piercing as her eyes.
Oh HARLEY! cou'd but you these lines
approve,
These children fprung from idleness, and love,
Cou'd they (but ah how vain is the defign!)
Hope to amuse your hours, as once they've mine,
Th' ill-judging world's applaufe, and critick's blame
Alike I'd fcorn; your approbation's fame.

CHLOE