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OPELESS I languish out my days,

H Struck with Urania's conquering eyes;

The wretch at whom the darts these rays
Muft feel the wound until he dies.

Though endless be her cruelty,

Calling her beauties to my mind, I bow beneath her tyranny,

And dare not murmur, fhe's unkind.

Reason this tamenefs does upbraid,
Proff'ring to arm in my defence;
But, when I call her to my aid,
She's more a traitor than my

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BLYTH

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LYTH was I each morn to fee

My fwain come o'er the hill,

He leap'd the brook, and flew to me;
Ise met him with good will.

I neither wanted yew nor lamb,
When his flocks near me lay;"
He gather'd in my fheep at night,
And cheer'd me all the day.

He tun'd his pipe and play'd fo fweet,

The birds fat liftning by;

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And the dull cattle stood and gaz'd,
Charm'd with his melody.

He did oblige me.every hour;
Cou'd I but grateful be?

He won my heart; cou'd I refuse

Whate'er he ask'd of me?

Hard fate that I must banish'd be,

Go heavily and mourn,

Cause I oblig'd the kindeft fwain mala

That ever yet was born.

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o, happy paper, doubly bleft,
To fair Corinna steal,

If not too great to be exprest,
Tell her the pain I feel.

Tell her how raging is my flame,
Too exquifite to bear!

But fay not how, nor whence you came,
Nor speak one letter of my name,
Left it may grate her ear.

O! be that moment ever bleft,
When first I faw my love,
The deareft, fweeteft, and the beft
That e'er was form'd above!

1 faw ten thousand graces rife
And bloom on ev'ry part;

Ten thousand arrows from her eyes
Shot thro' my foul, with fweet furprize,
And stood to guard her heart.

In vain the envious fhades of night,
Or follies of the day,

Cou'd veil her image from my fight,
Or tempt my foul aftray.
She is the only waking theme.

Which o'er my wifhes reigns,
Her pleasing form meets ev'ry dream,
More charms in her each day there seem,

That thrill thro' all my veins.

Let

Let me be loft in thy embrace,

As rivers in the fea;

Or live eternity of days,

To love and honour thee!

In thofe dear arms (but fate controuls)
I'd as the moments fly,
Still breathe away fucceffive fouls;
So billow after billow rolls,

To kifs the fhore and die.

T

HE charms of bright beauty fo powerful are,

For that we make peace, and for that we make war. Then tell me no more of religion and laws,

Your cant of injustice, the good and bad caufe;
Your conquests and triumphs, your captives and spoils,
Shall never incite me to hazardous toils;

To be great, wife, and wealthy I never wou'd chuse,
Shou'd the nymph, I adore, her favour refufe;
But let my Eugenia prove faithful and kind,
I'll weather the winter, and weary the wind;
I'll ravage the feas, the earth and the air,
And combat for her even death and despair.

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THIRSIS.

DAPHNIS.

HY did I faith and truth prefer,

And vainly think that wit wou'd move?

"Tis only gold can win the fair,

Gold buys for ev'ry one her love.
Like holy cheat's the barters heaven
For gold, not pious deeds and vows;
Minds not who gives, but what is given,
To love the no kind look allows.
This contradiction to my blifs I find,

I love her heav'nly form, but hate her fordid mind.
THIRSIS.

Happy Daphnis, fince you know

The price that will your fair one gain,

To yourself your ills you owe,

If you idly still complain;

If Cloe's vices the kind balm impart,

That cures the easy wounds her eyes make in your heart.

But there are no hopes for me,

To affwage my raging smart,

To gain the bright Hermione

There is no price, there is no art;

Honours and heaven are bought by gold and pray'r,
But nature yields no bribe to win the heav'nly fair.

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