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In bashful coyness, or in maiden pride,intele
The soft return conceal’dj save when it stole
In sidelong glances from her downcast eye, shers,
Or from her swelling soul in stifled sighs. arve

Touch'd by the scene, no stranger to hiş, vows,
He framed a melting lay, to try her heart; .
And, if an infant passion struggled there, en
To call that passion forth. Thrice happy swain!
A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate
Of mighty monarchs, then decided thine...
For lo! conducted by the laughing Loves, ..
This cool retreat his Musidora sought:
Warm in her cheek the sultry season glow'd;
And, robed in loose array, she came to bathe
Her fervent limbs in the refreshing stream.
What shall he do? In sweet confusion lost,
And dubious flutterings, he a while remain’d:
A pure ingenuous elegance of soul,
A delicate refinement, known to few,
Perplex'd his breast, and urged him to retire:
But love forbade.Ye prudes in virtue, say,
Say, ye severest, what would you have done?

Meantime, this fairer nymph than ever bless'd Arcadian stream, with timid eye around The banks surveying, stripp'd her beauteous limbs, To taste the lucid coolness of the flood. . Ah then! not Paris on the piny top Of Ida panted stronger, when aside is

The rival goddesses the veil divine . Cast unconfined, and gave him all their charms. Than, Damon, thou; as from the snowy leg, And slender foot, the’ inverted silk she drew; As the soft touch dissolved the virgin zone; And, through the parting robe, the alternate breast With youth wild throbbing, on thy lawless gaze In full luxuriance rose. But, desperate youth, How durst thou risk the soul-distracting view; As from her naked limbs of glowing white, Harmonious swell’d by Nature's finest hand, In folds loose floating fell the fainter lawn; And fair-exposed she stood, shrunk from herself, With fancy blushing, at the doubtful breeze Alarm’d, and starting like the fearful fawn? Then to the flood she rush'd; the parted flood Its lovely guest with closing waves received ; And every beauty softening, every grace Flushing anew, a mellow lustre shed: As shines the lily through the crystal mild; Or as the rose amid the morning dew, Fresh from Aurora's hand, more sweetly glows. While thus she wanton'd, now beneath the wave But ill concealed; and now with streaming locks, That half embraced her in a humid veil, Rising again, the latent Damon drew Such maddening draughts of beauty to the soul, As for a while o’erwhelm'd his raptured thought

With luxury too daring. Check’d, at last,
By love's respectful modesty, he deem'd
The theft profane, if aught profane to love
Can e'er be deem'd; and, struggling from the shade,
With headlong hurry fled: but first these lines,
Traced by his ready pencil, on the bank
With trembling hand he threw:"Bathe on, my fair,
Yet unbeheld save by the sacred eye i
Of faithful love : I go to guard thy haunt,
To keep from thy recess each vagrant foot,
And each licentious eye." With wild surprise,
As if to marble struck, devoid of sense,
A stupid moment motionless she stood :
So stands the statue* that enchants the world,
So bending tries to veil the matchless boast,
The mingled beauties of exulting Greece.
Recovering, swift she flew to find those robes
Which blissful Eden knew not; and, array'd
In careless haste, the' alarming paper snatch'd.
But when her Damon's well known hand she saw,
Her terrors vanish’d, and a softer train
Of mix'd emotions, hard to be described,
Her sudden bosom seized : shame void of guilt,
The charming blush of innocence, esteem,
And admiration of her lover's flame,
By modesty exalted : even a sense

• The Venus of Medici.

Of self approving beauty stole acrossfit i, en
Her busy thought. At length, a tender calm .
Hush'd by degrees the tumult of her soul; 1-
And on the spreading beech, that o'er the stream ,
Incumbent hung, she with the silvan penul
Of rural lovers this confession carved, 17. fx
Which soon her Damon kiss'd with weeping joy:
“Dear youth! sole judge of what these verses mean,
By fortúne too much favour'a, but by dove, litt
Alas! not favour'd less, be still as now a bles,7 ppi
Discreet; the time may come you need not fly" ita

The sun has lost his rage: his downward orb
Shoots nothing now but animating warmth, at
And vital lustre ; that, with various ray, vi in
Lights up the clouds, those beauteous robes of heaven,
Incessant roll'd into romantic shapes,
The dream of waking fancy! broad below, .
Cover'd with ripening fruits, and swelling, fast
Into the perfect year, the pregnant earth .ru
And all her tribes rejoice. Now the soft hour 1 /
Of walking comes : for him who lonely loves' syni
To seek the distant hills, and there converse so I
With Nature; there to harmonize his heart, og det
And in pathetic song to breathe around it will
The harmony to others. Social friends, al rito.'
Attuned to happy unison of soul ;
To whose exalting eye a fairer world, unge
Of which the vulgar never had a glimpse, is uH

Displays its charms; whose minds are richly, fraught
With philosophic stores, superior lights, pas
And in whose breast, enthusiastic, burns med fire:
Virtue, the sons of interest deem romance; Pipire
Now call'd abroad enjoy the falling day. + , rose
Now to the verdant Portico of woods, - web 10.
To Nature's vast Lyceum, forth they walk; I i,
By that kind School where no proud master reigns,
The full free converse of the friendly heart,
Improving and improved. Now from the world,
Sacred to sweet retirement, lovers steal,
And pour their souls in transport, which the Sire
Of love approving hears, and calls it good.
Which way, Amanda, shall we bend our course?
The choice perplexes. Wherefore should we choose?
All is the same with thee. Say, shall we wind
Along the streams ? or walk the smiling mead?
Or court the forest glades? or wander wild
Among the waving harvests? or ascend,
While radiant Summer opens all its pride,
Thy hill, delightful Shene* ? Here let us sweep
The boundless landscape: now the raptured eye,
Exulting swift, to huge Augusta send,
Now to the Sister Hillst that skirt her plain,
To lofty Harrow now, and now to where

• The old name of Richmond, signifying in Saxon, Shining, or Splendour.

† Highgate and Hampstead.

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