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A LOVE SONG IN THE MODERN TASTE.-1733.
Born 1667-Died 1744. Born 1688-Died 1744.
Fluttering spread thy purple pinions,
Gentle Cupid ! o'er my heart;
Nature must give way to art.
Mild Arcadians ever blooming,
Nightly nodding o'er your flocks,
All beneath yon flowery rocks.
Mourn’d Adonis, darling youth,
Gor'd with unrelenting tooth.
Fair Discretion, string the lyre,
Bright Apollo ! lend thy choir.
Arm'd in adamantine chains,
Wat'ring soft Elysian plains.
Mournful cypress, verdant willow,
Gilding my Aurelia's brows,
Hear me pay my dying vows.
Swiftly purling in a round,
With thy flow'ry chaplets crown'd.
Softly seeks her silent mate;
Melody resigns to fate.
[This exquisite satire on too many songs is printed in Swift's Poetical Works, last edition by Mitford, vol. ii. p. 53, and Pope's Poetical Works, last edition by Dyce, vol. ii. p. 185, where it is entitled a “ Song by a Person of Quality." Whose property is this song the Dean's, or the nightingale of Twickenham's; In the fifth Folume of Swift's Miscellanies, 1735, p. 129, it is printed in the midst of numerous pieces undoubtedly from the Dean's pen.]
SWEET ARE THE CHARMS OF HER I LOVE.
Born 1081-Died 1733.
Sweet are the charms of her I love,
More fragrant than the damask rose;
Gentle as air when Zephyr blows,
True as the needle to the pole,
Or as the dial to the sun; Constant as gliding waters roll,
Whose swelling tides obey the moon; From every other charmer free, My life and love shall follow thee.
The lamb the flowery thyme devours,
The damn the tender kid pursues ; Sweet Philomel in shady bowers
Of verdant Spring her note renews ; All follow what they most admire, As I pursue my soul's desire.
Nature must change her beauteous face,
And vary as the seasons rise ;
Summer th' approach of autumn fies : No change on love the seasons bring, Love only knows perpetual spring.
Devouring time, with stealing pace,
Makes lofty oaks and cedars bow; And marble tow'rs and gates of brass,
In his rude march he levels low : But time, destroying far and wide, Love from the soul can ne'er divide.
Death only, with his cruel dart,
The gentle godhead can remove; And drive him from the bleeding heart
To mingle with the bless'd above, Where, known to all his kindred train, He finds a lasting rest from pain.
Love, and his sister fair, the Soul,
Twin-born, from heav'n together came : Love will the universe controul,
When dying seasons lose their name; Divine abodes shall own his pow'r, When time and death shall be no more.
'TWAS WHEN THE SEAS WERE ROARING.
Born 1688-Died 1732.
'Twas when the seas were roaring
With hollow blasts of wind,
All on a rock reclin'd:
She cast a wishful look,
That trembled o'er the brook.
Twelve months are gone and over
And nine long tedious days;
Why didst thou trust the seas?
And let a lover rest;
To that within my breast ?
The merchant robb'd of pleasure
Views tempests in despair;
To losing of my dear?
Where gold and diamonds grow, You'll find a richer maiden,
But none that loves you so.
All melancholy lying
Thus wail'd she for her dear, Repaid each blast with sighing,
Each billow with a tear ; When o'er the white wave stooping,
His floating corpse she 'spied; Then like a lily drooping
She bow'd her head and died.