Or, fcornful of each low retreat,

On fortune's favour doft thou wait;

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And, in the gilded chambers of the
Protract the revel, and the pleafure fwell ?

III.

Ah me! the Hermit's cell explore;
Thy abfence he, like me, complains ;
While murm'ring ftreams along the shore,
Echo the love-fick fhepherd's ftrains;
Nor, where gilded domes afpire,
Deign'ft thou, O Goddess! to retire:

Though there the loves and graces play,

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Though wine and mufic court thy stay ;

Thou fly'ft, alas! and who can trace thy way,

Or fay what place thy heav'nly form contains? 30

IV.

If to mankind I turn my view,
Flatter'd with hopes of focial joy;
Rapine and blood* mankind pursue,"
As God had form'd them to deftroy.
*This Ode was written in the year 1745.

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Difcord,

Discord, at whofe tremendous view
Hell quakes with horror ever new,

No more by endless night depreft,

Pours all her venom thro' each breast,

And, while deep groans and carnage is increas'd, Smiles grim, the rifing mifchief to enjoy.

V.

Hence, hence, indignant turn thine eyes,

To my dejected foul I faid;

See, to the fhade EUANTHE flies,

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Go, find EUANTHE in the fhade:

Her angel form thy fight fhall charm,
Thy heart her angel-goodnefs warm;
There, shall no wants thy steps pursue,
No wakeful care contract thy brow
Mufic each found, and beauty ev'ry view,

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Shall ev'ry fense with full delight invade.

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VI.

Exulting in the charming thought,
Thither with hafty steps I prefs;
And while th' inchanting maid I fought,

Thank'd heav'n for all my paft diftrefs:

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Increasing hopes my journey chear'd,

And now in reach the bliss appear'd;

Grant this fole boon, O fate! I cry'd;
Be all thy other gifts deny'd,

In this fhall all my wishes be supply'd;

And fure a love like mine deferves no lefs.

VII.

In vain, alas! in vain my pray'r,

Fate mix'd the accents with the wind

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Th' illufive form diffolv'd in air,

And left my foul to grief refign'd:

As far from all my hopes the flies,

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As deepest seas from loftiest skies :
Yet, ftill, on fancy deep impreft,

The fad, the dear ideas reft;

Yet ftill the recent forrows heave my breast,
Hangs black o'er life, and preys upon my mind. 70

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Ah! Goddess, fcarce to mortals known,

Who with thy shadow madly stray,

At length from heav'n, thy facred throne,

Dart through my foul one chearful ray:

Ah! with fome facred lenient art,
Allay the anguish of my heart;
Ah! teach me, patient to fuftain
Life's various ftores of grief and pain;

Or, if I thus prefer my pray'r in vain,

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Soon let me find thee in eternal day.

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An ODE.

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LEST heav'n! and thou fair world below!

Is there no cure to footh my fmart?

No balm to heal a lover's woe,

As swift-defcending thow'rs of rain,
Deform with mud the cleareft ftreams;

As rifing mifts heav'n's azure stain,

Ting'd with Aurora's blush in vain ;
As fades the flow'r in mid-day beams i

On life thus tender forrows

prey;

And wrap in gloom its promis'd day.

III.

Ye plains, where dear EUANTHE ftrays,

Ye various objects of her view, Bedeck'd in beauty's brightest blaze; Let all its forms, and all its rays,

Where-e'er she turns, her eyes pursue :

All fair as fhe, let nature fhine :

Ah! then, how lovely! how divine!

IV.

Where-e'er the thymy vales defcend,

And breathe ambrofial fragrance round,

Proportion juft, thy line extend,

And teach the prospect where to end;

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While woods or mountains mark the bound:

That