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TO NIGHT. .
I Love thee, mournful fober-fuited night.
When the faint moon, yet lingering in her wane,
And veiPd in clouds, with pale uncertain light,
In deep depression funk, the enfeebled mind
To fullen furges, and the viewlefs wind.
Though no repofe on thy dark, breast I sind,
Is calm, though wretched; hopelefs, yet resign'd:
WhiTe, to the winds and waves its forrows given,
May reach—eho' lost on earth—the ear of Heaven!
THE ORIGIN OF FLATTERY,
^vhen Jove, in anger to the fons of earth,
Left his calm cottage, and his native plain,
In fearch of wealth to tempt the faithlefs main;
Or, braving danger, in the battle stood,
And bath'd his favage hands in human blood:
No longer then, his woodland walks among,
The fhepherd lad his genuine passion fung.
Or fought at early morn his foul's delight,
Or grav'd her name upon the bark at night $
To deck her flowing hair no more he wove
The simple wreath, or with ambitious love
Bound his own brow with myrtle or with bay,
But broke his pipe, and threw bis crook away.
The nymphs forfaken, other pleafures fought:
Then sirst for gold their venal hearts were bought,
And Nature's bluih so sickly art pave place,
And Affectation feizM the feat of Grace: ,
No more Simplicity, by fenfe lesin'd,
Or generous Sentiment, possefs'd the mmd;
No more they felt each other's joy and woe,
And Cupid fled, and hid his ufelefs bow.
But with deep grief propitious Venus pin'd,
To fee the Uls which threaten'd womankind;
Ills, that lhe knew her empire would difarm*
And rob her fubjects of their fweetest charm;
Good humour's potent influence destroy,
And change for low'ring frowns, the fmile of joy.
Then deeply sighing at the mournful view,
She try'd at length what heavenly art could do
To bring back pleafure to her pensive train,
And vindicate the glories of her reign.
A thoufand little loves attend the talk,
And bear from Mars's head his radiant cafque,
The fair enchantrefs on its silver bound, Wreath'd with foft fpells her magic cestus round. Then lhaking from her hair ambrosial dew, Infus'd fair hope, and expectation new, And slisted wilhes, and perfuasive sighs, And fond belief, and " eloquence of eyes," And fauh'ring accents, which explain fo well What study'd fpeeches vainly try to tell, And more pathetic silence, which imparts Infectious tendernefs to feeling hearts, Soft tones of pity ; fafcinating fmiles; And Maia's fon assisted her with wiles, And brought gay dreams, fantastic visions brought, And wav'd his wand o'er the feducing draught. Then Zephyr came: To him the goddefs cry'd, '* Go fetch from Flora all her flow'ry pride, "To sill my charm, each fcented bud that blows, "And bind my myrtles with her thornlefs rofe: "Then fpeed thy flight to Gallia's fmiling plain, ** Where rolls the Loire, the Garonne, and the Seine: "Dip in their waters thy celestial wing, "And the foft dew to sill my chalice bring; "But chiefly tell thy Flora, that to me "She fend a bouquet of her fleurs de Us; "That piognant fpirit will complete my fpell." —*Tis done: the lovely forcerefs fays, 'tis well! And now Apollo lends a ray of sire, The cauldron bubbles, and the flames afpire; The watchful Graces round the circle dance, With arms entwm'd, to mark the work's advance; And with full quiver fportive Cupid came, Temp'ring hU favourite arrows in the flame.
Then Venus fpeaks; the wavering flames retire,
Departed modes appear in long array,
DIRGE IN CYMBELINE.
Sung by Guiderus and Arviragus over Fidele, supposed to be dead.
To fair Fidele's grassy tomb,
Soft maids and village hinds fhall bring
Each opening fweet, of earliest bloom,
No wailing ghost shall dare appear
To vex with shrieks this quiet grove;