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Forth from her sacred eyelids sent, diers the mortal weight below; Like morn, fore-running radiance went, "ses the trait, the doubtful clears, While Honour, handmaid late aflign’d, 41 the rugged path appears ;

Upheld her lucid train behind, iran turns fatigue to eale,

Awe-ftruck, the much-admiring crowd 43d, sucht by virtue, pain can please. Before the virgin vision bow'd ; Ar kiga, the toilfome journey o'er,

Gaz'd with an ever-new delight, Act 2: the brght celestial fhure,

And caught fresh virtue at the light; App 01, furful, and profound, For not of earth's unequal frame Aber world the bound,

They deem the heaven-compounded Dame; Ttness leading up to light; If matter, sure the most refin'd, Ser card thrinks, and shuns the fight; High wrought, and temper'd into mind, Find tranfitory train

Some darling daughter of the day, Ozand form, and care, and pain,

And bodied by her native ray. And he's grofs incumb’ring mass,

Where'er the passes, thousands bend, Maskoz Ixciates, cannot pass ;

And thousands where the moves attend; 3, 1-king, quit th' immortal charge, Her ways observant eyes confess, And here the wond'ring fuul at large;

Her steps pursuing praises bless; ***De wings her obvious way,

While to the elevated Maid 2. nagles with eternal day.

Oblations, as to heaven, are paid. Trzech thither wing thy speed,

'Twas on an ever-blithsome day, Twee chum, or pain impede;

The jovial birth of rosy May, Tc a 'all- hounteous Pow'r has given, When genial warmth, no more supprest, 1 carth, a future heaven;

Now melts the frost in ev'ry breast. Fs, anmeasur'd gain;

The cheek with secret flushing dyes, A ezhils for transient pain.

And looks kind things from chattest eyes; Ta :e, an! fear to turn thy light

The fun with healthier visage glows, - yocer ficwory fields invite:

Alde his clouded kerchief throws, Witeve 'ze left the path way bends,

And dances up th' ethereal plain, Ara xdicions eafe descends;

Where late he us'd to climb with pain, T-s, frizzto fense, aud fair to show,

While nature, as from bonds set free, S: 1 Edens seem to blow,

Springs out, and gives a loose to glee. Izr: delicious poison bear;

And now; for momentary rest, Sodom vegetable there.

The nymph her travell’d step repressid, Here are frame of health unbrac'd,

Just turn'd to view the stage attain'd, Ecza's'ning at the taste,

And gloried in the height the gain’d. Tie bang ban yields her throne,

Duittretch'd before her wide survey Asi te was not her own;

The realms of sweet perdition lay, Witamb’rer in the night,

And pity touch'd her soul with woe, Pesten s hadowy dream of light,

To see a world so loft below;

When straight the breeze began to breathe Teleness of fury-land arise ;

Airs, gently wafted from beneath,
X'; amusing thow,

That bore commission'd witchcraft thence, 4.S ** gaily-colour d bow',

And reach'd lier sympathy of sense ; reaths, and glitt'ring things,

No sounds of discord, that disclose T2 Tc infants and of kings,

A people funk and lost in woes, suspt along the baneful plain,

But as of present good pofleft, wile and lightly vain,

The very triumph of the bleft. simong on the guíly thore.

The Maid in rapt attention hung,' Site; tink-and rise no more.

While thus approaching Sirens lung: binto a hat thy fates declare ;

Hither, faireft, hither halte, **0* woman, frail as fiir.

Brightest beauty, come and taste Ben oyunding foot should stray,

What the pow'rs of bliss unfold, o heaven-appointed way,

Joys too mighty to be told: het, . maid, for thee alone,

Taste what ecítacies they give ; s ozu're frall plead, nor tears atone;

Dying raptures taste, and live. It rat, korn, infamy, and hate,

In thy lap, disdaining measure, eiurning tteps shall wait;

Nature empties all her treasure, Titum be loath'd by ev'ry eye,

Soft desires, that sweetly languish: dev'ry foot thy presence fly.

Fierce delights, that rise to anguish; Tmzam'd with words of potent sound, Fairelt, doit thou yet delay? e guardian angels plac'd around,

Brightest beauty, come away. Acharm by truth divinely caft,

List nut, when the froward chide, "Siwad our young advent'rer passd;

Sons of pedantry and pride,


B: bastiated eyes

Snarlers, to whose feeble sense

So, baffling ev'ry bar to fin,
April's sunshine is offence;

And Heav'ns own pilot plac'd within,
Age and envy will advite

Along the devious, smooth descent,
Even against the joy they prize.

With pow'rs increating as they went,
Come, in pleature's balmy bowl The dames, accustom'd to subdue,
Slake the thiritings of thy loul,

As with a rapid current drew,
Till thy raptur'd pow'rs are fainting And o'er the fatal bounds convey'd
With enjoyment past the paintingi The lost, the long-reluctant Maid.
Fairest, doit thou yet delay

Here ftop, ye fair ones, and beware,
Brightest beauty, come away.

Nor send your fond affections there; So fuug the Sirens, as of yore,

Yet, yet your darling, now deplor'd, Upon the falle Ausonian fhore;

May turn to you and heav'n restor'd; And O! for that preventing chain,

Till then, with weeping Honour wait, That bound Ulylles on the main,

The servant of her better fate; That so our Fair One might withstand With Honour, left upon the fore, The covert ruin, now at band.

Her friend and handmaid now no more; The song her charmd attention drew, Nor, with the guilty world, upbraid Wher now the tempters stood in view; The fortunes of a wretch betray'd; Curiosity, with prying eyes,

But o'er her failing cast a veil, And hands of busy bold emprise ;

Rememb’ring you yourselves are frail. Like Hermes, feather'd were her feet;

And now from all-enquiring light, And, like fore-running Fancy, fleet;

Fast Aed the conscious shades of night; By search untanght, by roil untir'd,

The Damsel, from a thort repose, To novelty the still alpir’d,

Confounded at her plight, arole. Tasteless of every good poffett,

As when with llumb'rous weight opp? And but in expectation bleit.

Some wealthy miser links to reft, With her, alsociate, Pleasure cime,

Where felons eye the glittring prey, Gay Pleasure, frolic-loving dame,

And steal bis hoard of joys away; Her mien all swimming in delight,

He, borne where golden Indus it reams, Her beauties half reveai d to fight;

Of pearl and quarry'd diamond dreams, Loose flow'd her garments from the ground, Like Midas, turns the glebe to ore, And caught the killing winds around, And stands all rapt amidit his store ; As erst Medusa's looks were known

But wakens, naked and despoil'd, To turn beholders into stone,

Of that for which his years had toild: A dire reversion here they felt,

So far'd the Nymph, her treasure foun, And in the eye of Pleasure melt.

And turn'd, like Niobe, to tone; Her glance with sweet perfuafion charmid, Within, without, obicure and void, Unnerv'd the strong, the steel difarm'd; She felt all ravag'd, all destroy'd. No safety ev'n the flying tind,

And, I thou curs di, infidious coast! Who, vent'rous, look but once behind. Are these the blessings thou canst bouit?

Thus was the much-admiring Maid, These, Virtue ! there the joys they tind, While distant, more than half betray'd. Who leave thy heaven-topé bills heliinu? With smiles, and adulation blanc,

Shade me, ye pines, ye caverns hite, They join'd ber fide, and seiz'd her hand; Ye mountains, cover me, the cried. Their touch envenom'd sweets initillid,

Her trumpet Slander rais'd on high, Her frame with new pulsations thrillid; And told the tidings to the sky; While lialf confenting, half denying, Contempt discharg'd a living dart, Reluctant now, and now complying, A lide-long viper to her heart; Amidst a war of hopes and fears,

Reproach breath's poisons o'er her face, Of trembling withes, imiling tears,

And foil'd aud blasted ev'ry grace ; Stui down and down, the winning pair Ohcious Shame, her handmzi new, Compelld the struggling, yielding Fair. Still turn'd the mirror to her view, As when some stattly veiled, bound

While there in crimes the deepe it dyed To blett Arabia's distant ground,

Approach'd to whiten at her lide: Borne from her courses, haply lights

And ev'ry lewd insulting dame Where Barca's flow'ry clime invites,

Upon ler fully rose to fame. Conceal'd around whole treach'rous land What thould the do? Attempt once mon Lurk the dire rock and dang Tous land; To gain the late deferted fhore? The pilot warns, wiih fail and our

So trusting, back the Mourner Hew, To thun the much-suirected thore,

As tast the train of tiends puriue. In vaia, ile tide, too íubtly strong,

Again the farther fore's a:tain d, still b is the wrestling bark along,

Again the land of virtue gaind; Till, found'ring, the religns to fin,

But echo gathers in the wind, and link, oʻcrwhelm d, with all her freight. And then der instant foes behind.



179 Anal: sith headlong speed the tends,

Transient, fickle, light, and gay, Where are the left an hoit of friends;

Flatt'ring, only to betray ; i s'me shrinking friends decline,

What, alas. can life contain!

Life ! like all its circles-vain. 3: oun that form divine: tey mark the following cry,

Will the stork, intending rest, Åtion the lonely trembler fly,

On the billow build her neft?
Op hectard drive her on the coast,

Will the bee dernand his store
Wis peace was wreckd and honour lost. From the bleak and bladeless shore ?
Fattas boping aid in vain,

Man alone. intent to stray,
To H 30 daring to complain ;

Ever turns from wisdom's way; Ne boste clamour given,

Lays up wealth in foreign land, Å: face of friend!hip driven,

Sows the sea, and ploughs the sand. To funk proftrate on the ground

Soon this elemental mass, * wrxeight of woes around. Bij wishin a circling sky,

Soon the incumb’ring world shall pass :

Forn be wrapt in waiting fire,
ront o'er mountains high,
lit, is in a shrine,

Time be spent, and life expire.
Encuence divine;

Then, ye boasted works of men, in the the scenes of woe,

Where is your asylum then? T.". Api, cloud-wrapt world below;

Sons, of pleasure, ions of care, Somdets, etfence bright,

Tell me, mortals, tell me where ? I created light,

Gone, like traces on the deep, med mortality furvey,

Like a sceptred grasp'd in fleep, u's upon a certain day,

Dews exhald from morning glades, art fraiity mult expire,

Melting inows, and gliding ihades. drove in living fire,

País the world, and what's behind? & terven and folar flame,

Virue's gold. by fire refind; se bo Lertierpal beam,

From an universe depravd, re, quick'ning in her eye,

From the wreck of nature lav'de 2 DC#-bcoa phenix die.

Like the life-supporting grain, Fre, breveld to mortal view,

Fruit of patience and of pain, Arad her form the threw,

On the Twain's autumnal day,
The fad filters of the shade,

Winnow'd from the chaff away.
nad Melancholy, made.
* all-enquiring eye

Little trembler, fear no more,
fore ber station high,

Thou hast plenteous crops in store, Bem, ertad to despair,

Seed, by genial forrows Town, Tx flere ber fav'rite fair;

More than all thy scorners own, A2 o 1 voice whole awful found

What tho' hostile earth despise, Asruletke zuilty world around,

Heaven heholds with gentler eyes; betoys winds be still,

Heaven thy friendless iteps thall guides 1. szakers bow'd each liftning bill,

Cheer thy hours and guard thy lide. lazdte urging of the main 4.5+ socrn'd the thorny bed of pain;

When the fatal trump shall found, siden harp of heaven she strung,

When th'immortals pour around, and is the tuneful goddess sung:

Heaven shall thy return attest,

Hail'd by myriads of the bleft. Lorels Penitent arise,

Little native of the skies, cute, and claim thy kindred skies;

Lovely penitent, arise; lize, thy filter angels say

Calm thy bosom, clear thy brow, Til has wept thy itains away.

Virtue is thy fifter now. Le: experience now decide

More delightful are my woes Taxat the good and evil tried ;

Than the rapture pleasure knows: la tre fmoth, enchanted ground,

Richer far the weeds I bring sy, an old the treasures found.

Than the robes that grace a king. Structures, rais d by morning dreams; On my wars of shortest date, s, that trip the nitting streams;

Crowns of endless triumph wait;
Down, that anchors on the air;

On my cares a period bleft;
Clouca, that paint their changes there; On my toils eternal rest.
Sess, that smoothly dimpling lie,

Come, with Virtue at tly fide;
WE & the itorm inpends on bighi,

Come, be ev'ry bar defied, Sheeng, in an obvious glass,

Till we gain our native shore ; bigo live in potfellion palsi

Sister, come, and turn no more.
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§ 335. FABLE XVI. Love and Vanity. And chastity of icy mould,
The breezy morning breath'd perfuine, Within the burning tropics cold;
The wak’ning flow'rs unveil their bloom, And lowlinels to whose mild brow
Up with the iun, from thort repose,

The pow'r and pride of nations bow;
G:ay health and lusty labour role;

And modefty, with downcat eye, The milkmaid carolld at her pail,

That lends the morn her virgin dye ; And thepherds whittled o'er the dale: And innocence, array'd in light; When Love, who led a rural life,

And honour, as a tow'r upright; Remote from bustle, state, and itrife,

With sweetly winning graces more
Forth from his thatch-roof d cottage stray'd, Than poets ever dreamt of yore,
And Itroild along the dewy glade.

In unaltected conduct free,
A Nymph, who lightly tripp'd it by, All imiling sisters, three times three;
To quick attention turn d his eye ;

And roly peace, the cherub blett,
He mark'd the gelture of the Fair,

That nightly tings us all to reft. Her self-sufficient grace and air,

Hence, from the bud of nature's prime, Her steps that mincing, meant to please, From the first itep of infant time, Hör ftudied neglience and ease;

Woman, th' world's appointed light, And curious to enquire what meant

Has skirted ev'ry shade with white;
This thing of prettiness and paint,

Has stood for imitation high,
Approaching, spoke, and bow'd obfervant; To ev'ry heart and ev'ry eye,
The lady flightly,-Sir, your servant. From ancient deeds of fair renown,
Such beauty in fo rude a place !

Has brought her bright memorials down: Fair one, you do the country grace;

To time attix'd perpetual youth, At court no doubt the public care,

And forin'd each tale of love and truth. But Love has small acquaintance there.

Upon a new Promethean plan Yes, Sir, replied the futt'ring Dame, She moulds the eflence of a man, This form confeffes whence it came;

Tempers liis mass, his genius fires, But dear variety, you know,

And, as a better foul inspires. Can make us pride and pomp forego.

Tlie rude the softens, warms the cold, My name is Vanity. I lway

Exalts the meek, and checks the bold, The utmost islands of the sea ;

Calls floth from his supine repose, Within my court all honour centres ; Within the coward's boiom glows, I raise the meanest soul that enters,

Of pride unplumes the lofty creit, Endow with latent gifts and graces,

Bids bashful merlt stand confeft, And model fools for posts and places.

And, like coarse metal from the mines, As Vanity appoints at pleasure,

Collects, irridiates, and refines. The world receives its weight and measure ;

The gentle science the imparts, Hence all the grand concerns of life,

All manners smooths, informs all hearts; Joys, cares, plagues, passions, peace, and strise. From her tweet infinence are felt Reflect how far my pow'r prevails,

Passions that please, and thoughts that melt, When I step in where nature fails,

To 1tormy rage the bids centroul, And ev'ry breach of fenfe repairing,

And links serenely on the soul, Am bounteous fill where heaven is sparing.

Softens Deucalion's fiinty race, But chief in all their arts and airs,

And tunes the warring world to peace. Their playing, painting, pouts, and pray'rs,

Thus arm'd to all that's light and vain, Their various habits, and complexions,

And freed from thy fantastic chain, Fits, frolics, foibles, and perfections,

She fills the sphere by Heaven align'd, Their robing, curling, and adorning,

And, rul'd by me, o'er-rules mankind. From noon to night, froni night to morning,

He spoke,' The Nymph impatient stood From fix to fixty, fick or sound,

And, laughing, thus her speech renew'd: I rule the female world around.

And pray, Sir, may I be su bold Hold there a moment, Cupid cried,

To hope your pretty tale is told;

And next demand without a cavil, Nor boalt dominion quite so wide.

What new Utopia do you travel Was there no province to invade,

Upon my word these high-flown fancies, But that by Love and Meckness sway'd ? All other empire I refign;

Shew depth of learning in romances,

Why what unfashion 'd stuff you tell us But be the sphere of beauty mine.

Of buckram dames and tiptoe fellows ! For in the downy lawn of reft,

Go, child; and when your grown maturer, That opens on a woman's breast,

You'll lhoot yonr next opinion furer, Attended by my peaceful train,

O such a pretty kpack at painting! I choose to live, and chwose to reign.

And all for soft'ning and for fainting! Far-fighted faith I bring along,

Guess now, who can, a fingle feature, And truth above an army ftrong;

Thro' the whole piece of female nature ;


TM X1, my looser hand may fic

Still turns to each meander tame, he is tou coarse for Love to hit.

And swims the straw of ev'ry stream, Tis that woman, prone to changing,

Her soul intrinsic worth rejects, sv ali the rounds of folly ranging, Accomplish'd only in defects; tn bte's uncertain ocean riding,

Such excellence is her ambition, bern, ruke, nor rudder guiding,

Folly her wiseft acquisition; 1 x the comet's wand'ring light,

And even from pity and disdain facti, ominous, and bright;

She 'll cu!I some reason to be vain. Takes, and thifting as the wind;

Thus, Sir, from ev'ry form and feature, A noite bathom none can find;

The wealth and wants of female nature, Axe changing and revolving;

And ev’n from vice, which you 'd admire, Antall human solving;

I gather fuel to my fire; A biz Azue, a heaven, a hell;

And on the very base of shame sehing that no man can tell. Erect my monument of fame. ks kann a lecret from a friend,

Let me another truth attempt, Bokep your counsel, and attend.

Of which your godship has not dreamt. Tis a their tempers thought so distant, Those shining virtues, which you muster, So their fex nor selves consistent, Whence think you they derive their lustre? stác difference of a name,

From native honour and devotion? Aue'ry woman is the fame;

O yes, a mighty likely notion ! 123 124 world, however varied,

Trust nt, from titled dames to spinners, A-2 prangt unnumber'd changes carried, 'Tis I make faints, whoe'er makes sincers; liberal modes and forms,

'Tis I inftru&t them to withdraw, C., seteors, colours, calms and storms, And hold presumptuous man in awe; To satécuknd fuits array'd,

For female worth, as I inspire, belicet matter made;

In just degrees, ftill mounts the higher; na man's constitution,

And virtue, so extremely nice, Turis enigma, finds solution;

Demands long toil and mighty price, 4-le bro form be what you will,

Like Samson's pillars, fix'd elate, 1 *3: lunec ellence still.

I bear the sex's tott'ring state; * the citit fpark of female sense,

Sap there, and in a moment's space Tors of being, I commence,

Down finks the fabric to its base. Wr: womb make fresh advances,

Alike from titles and from toys 0-12: future qualms and fancies;

I spring, the fount of female joys;
Trazim te growing form expand, In ev'ry widow, wife, and miss,
W rad travel hand in hand,

The fole artificer of bliss; si za atle for all their joys

For them each topic I explore, I.

staan amies, pomp, and noise. I cleave the find of ev'ry shore ; As: 368, fular and unaw'd,

To them uniting Indias fail, 1. Le fuering foul abroad,

Sabæa breathes her farthest gale; is e for her hape, her air, her mien,

For them the bullion I refine, the goddess , and the queen,

Dig lense and virtue from the mine, z mer infant thrine oblation,

And from the bowels of invention tiks weet draughts of adulation, Spin out the various arts you mention; coming, tall, erect, and fair,

Nor bliss alone my pow'rs bestow, 5 *mes ber darling care;

They hold the sov'reign balm of woog ozbas of beauty then I bound; Beyond the stoic's boasted art he hoop's enchanted round,

I looth the heavings of the heart; la the waist's descending size,

To pain give splendor and relief, • tan the snowy bosom, rile,

And gild the pallid face of grief, the Bowing lappet sail,

Alike the palace and the plain din trefles, kiss the gale.

Admit the glories of my reign! e her glass I lead the fair,

Thro' ev'ry age, in ev'ry nation, has the lovely idol there;.

Taste, talents, tempers, itate, and station, 3 truck as by divine emotion,

Whate'er a woman says, I say; es with moit lincere devotion,

Whate'er a woman spends, I pay; Eur.bring ev'ry beauty o'er,

Alike I fill and empty bags, Set bids the world adore.

Flutter in finery and rags, En all for parking and parading,

With light coquettes thro? folly range, ting, dancing, masquerading: And with the prude disdain to change. alia, pays, courts, and crowds what passion! And now you 'd think, 'twixt you and I, "Churches, sometimes if the fashion; That things were ripe for a reply* man's fense of right and wrong

But soft, and while I'am in the moçd, d by the almighty throngi

Kindly permit me to conclude,
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