A To bis Miftrefs. LL nature blooms when you appear, The fields their lovelieft liv'ry wear; Oaks, elms, and pines, bleft with your view, Shoot out fresh greens, and bud anew. Each changing season you supply, And when you're gone, they fade and die. Sweet Philomel, in mournful strains, The purple violet, damask rose, For flow'rs and women are ally'd, They bloom but for the fair one's breaft; And to the fwelling bofom born, Each other mutually adorn. EXPO EXPOSTULATION. FAIREST fair, to you my fong In warbling numbers flows, For you infpire my grateful tongue And diffipate my woes: My mind, when you, with rays divine, At once reveal my deftin'd fate, If't must be fo, my doom I'll hear, But oh! thefe cruel doubts I cannot bear! Soon as my drooping eyes I raise Poor mariners, when storms run high, Like terrors undergo, Sometimes they're wafted to the sky, No more torment me; but be kind, A H! lovely nymph, no more be coy, Why wilt thou both our joys deny, Indulge, bleft maid, thy foft defire, But if thou, deaf to all I've pray'd, To SHE To Lucia returning in the Snow. HE comes! in vain the winds and fnows See! nature wars upon the fair, Envies her charms the glorious prize; And fince the earth hath nought so fair She'th beg'd th' affiftance of the skies. But yet in vain th' attack is giv❜n, Tho' new-fall'n fnow fills every place; Yet let our fwains their danger know, Tho' to the eye fhe's falling fnow, Winter, thy charms how I revere! The Their fweets, and flowers no more entice: They want no beauty who have her; "Tis ever bloom in paradise. MPHION's lyre the rocky quarry calls, A And ftones dance forth, and raife a city's walls: Arion on a dolphin's back was brought Orpheus's harp charm'd the favage kind, O my lute! if my touch doth this musick produce, My gentle request thou can'ft not refuse, 'Tis not to calm hell, fmooth the fea in a storm, To soften the rigorous torments of grief, DAMON |