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Damon. Then that to this wisht height the
Flood may swell,
Friend, I will rell thee. Th. Friend,I thee will rell
How young, how good, how beauriful she fell.
Oh! she was all sot which fond Mothers pray,
Blessing their Babes when sirst they fee the day.
Beauty and She were one; for in her Face
Sare Sweerness remper'd with Majestick Grace;
Such pow'rful Charms as might the proudest awe, •>
Yet such artractive Goodness as might draw p
The humblest, and to both give equal Law. *
How was she wondred at by every Swain?
The Pride, the Light, the Goddess of the rlauw
On all she shin'd, and spreading Glories cast
Disfusive of her self, where-e'er she past,
There breath'd an Air sweet as the Winds that blow
From the blest Shoars where fragrant Spices grow:
jEven me somerimes she with a smile would grace,
Like the Sun shining on the vilest place.
Nor did Dorinda bar me the delight
Of feasting on her Eyes my longing sight:
But to a Being so sublime, so pure,
Spas d my Devotron, of my Love secure.
Damon. Her Beauty such : but Nature did design y That only as an answerable Shrine &
To the Divinity thar's lodg'd within. •*
Her Soul Hin'd through, and made her form so bright,
As Clouds are gilt by the Sun's piercing light.
In her smooth Forehead we might read exprest
The even calmness of her genrle Breast:
And in her sparkling Eyes as clear was writ
The active Vigour of her youthful wit.
Each Beauty of the Body or the Face
Was but the shadow of some inward Grace.
Gay, sprighrly, chearful, free, and unconsin'd,
As Innocence could make it, was her Mind;
Yet prudent, though not redious no»severe,
Like those, who being dull, would grave appear;
Who out of guilt do chearfulness despise,
And being sullen, hope Men think 'em wise.
How would the listning Shepherds round her throng,
To catch the words fell from her charming Tongue!
She all with her own Spirit and Soul inspir'd,
Her they all lov'd, and her they all admir'd.
Even mighty Fan, whose powerful hand sustains
The Sovereign Crook that mildly awes the Plains,
Of all his Cares made h«r the tender'st part;
And great Lovisa lodg'd yet in her Heart.
Tbyrfis. Who would not now a solemn Mourning,
When Pan himself and fait Lovisa weep! [keep,.
When those blest Eyes by the kind Gods defign'd
To cherish Nature, and deiight Mankind,
All drown'd in Tears, melt into gentler Showers
Than ^/>W/-drops upon the springing Flowers j
Such Tears as Venus for .Adoiiis.QicA,
When at her Feet the lovely Youth lay deadj
About her, all her little weeping Loves
Ungirt her Ceftos, and unyok'd her Doves.
Damon, Come pious Nymphs, with fair Lovifd And visit gentle Floriana's Tomb; [come,
And as you walk the melancholy Round,
Where no unhallow'd Feet prophane the Ground,
With your chast hands sielh Flow'rsand Odours ilied
About her last obscure and silent Bed;
Still praying as you gently move your Feet,
Soft be her Pillow, and her Slumber sweet.
Thyrsis. See where they come, a mournful lovely As ever wept on fair Arcadia's Plain: [Train;
Lovisa mournful far above the rest,
In all the Charms of beauteous Sorrow drest:
Just are her Tears, when (he reflects how soon -y
A Beauty, second only to her own, >
Flourilht, lookt gay, was wither'd, and is gone! ->
Damon.O she is gone'. gone like a new born Flower, That deck'd some Virgin Queen's delicious Bower;
Torn from the Stalk by some unrimely blast,
And 'mongst the vilest weeds and rubbish cast:
But Flow'rs return, and coming Springs disclose
The Lilly whiret, and more ftesh the Rose;
But no kind Season back her Charms can bring,
And floritma has no second Spring.
Thyrsis. O she is set! set like the falling Sun;
Darkness is round us, and glad Day is gone'.
Alas! the Sun thar's set, again will rise,
And gild with richer Beams the Morning-Skier:
But Beauty, though as bright as they it shines,
When its short Glory to the West declines,
O there's no hope of the returning Light;
But all is long Oblivion, and erernal Night.
The Tears of WMTNT'J, for the Death of D A M O N.
Sy Mr. Dryden.
ON a Bank, besrde a Willow,
Heav'n her Cov'ring, Earth her Pillow,
Sad Smyrna sigh'd alone:
From the chearless dawn of Morning
'Till the Dews of Night returning
Singing thus she made her moan;
Hope is banish'd,
Joys are vanish'd,
Damon, my belov'd, is gone!
Time, I dare thee to discover
Such a Youth, and such a l.ovet,
Oh so true, so kind was he!
Vamtn was the pride of Nature,
Charming in his every Feature,
Danun liv'd alone for me}
Who so liv'd and lov'd as we'.
Never stiall we curse the Morning,
Never bless the Night returning,
Sweet Embraces to restore:
Never sliall we both lye dying
Nature failing, Love supplying
All the Joys he drain'd before:
Death come end me
To befriend me; . Love and Daman are no more.
The PRAISES of ITALY
out of Virgil's second Georgic.
By Mr. Chetwood.
Sed ncjttt Uedimm Sylvt, 8tc.
BUT neither Median Groves, whose happy scyl
With choicest Fruits prevents the Labourers toil,
Nor Ganges streams blessing his fertile Land,
Nor Hermits self rolling on golden-Sand,
Can with fair Italy the Prize contest, o
Less gay the gloriousjtcingdotns of the East, [blest. >
Nor ^traby, with all her Gums and Spice, is half so f
No Hydra's she, or monstrous Bulls do's bear,
Who with their flaming Nostrils blast the Air;
Nor Dragons Teeth sown in the wond'ring Field
Do (hort-liv'd Harvests of aim'd Brethren yield:
But vital Fruits slie brings, Wine, Oyl, and Corn,
And fairest Cattle do her Meads adorn.
Her warlike Horse is of the noblest Race,
Who proudly prances o'er his native Place.
And where thy Magick streams, Clitttmniu, flow,
The flocks are whke as the fresh falling Snow.
Heaven do's so much those sacred Victims prize
'Twill give a Conquest for a Sacrifice.
As in the North 'tis Winter makes the Year, "%
The Spring and Autumn are the Seasons here, C
Cattel breed twice, and twice the restless furrows C
But Heav'n has banilh'd hence rough Beasts of prey, » No hungry Lions on the Mountains stray, s
Nor monstrous Snakes make insecure the fearful C
Travelers way. • Nature did this; but Industry and Art To the rich mass did nobler forms impart. Her Marble Rocks into fair Cities rife, Which with their pointed Turrets pierce the Skies. Here pleasant Sears, by which clear streams do pafs> Gaze on their shadows in the liquid Glass: There, big with story, ancient Walls do (how Their reverend heads; beneath fam'd Rivers flow. The Sea, which would surround the happy place, I>o's it on both sides with his Arms embrace: And stately Gallies which the *Adri* ride, Bring the World's Tribute with each gentle Tide. The spacious Lakes with level prospect please, Or swell, an imitation of the Seas. What fliould I tell how Art cou'd undertake To make a Haven in the Lucrine Lake? The rocky Mole which bridles in the Main, Whilst angry Surges spend their rage in vain. As Cdsar's Arms all Nations can subdue, So Cxfiir's Works can conquer Nature too. Her very Enrrails veins of Silver hold, And Mountains are all under arch'd with Gold} But her chief Treasures, without which the rest are Are Men for labour, Generals made to reign, [vain,