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Reach distant MUNDY, Muse, with sounding strains,
Th’ excelling maid that wastes her time in plains: 2&
Certain as Fate, and swift as feather'd darts, Oh, WILLIAM son 1 thy arrows pierce our hearts; Once with an equal right to glory shin’d A signal charmer of thy own bright kind; 29, Once—but remorseless death too quickly seiz'd This finish'd objećt, that so vastly pleas'd; No respite from concern our souls could find, Did she not leave thee here, a wonder still behind.
Like banks adorn'd with Nature’s flowery train, Alston's sweet look delights th’ admiring swain: Pleas'd, not content, he lets his wishes rise, And would regale more senses than his eyes, But, hid in bloom, that serpent, scorn, destroys The lover’s fondest hopes, and poisons all his joys. 32.2
The DAshwoods are a family of charms, Each Nymph’s appointed with resistless arms, So soft, so sweet, so artless, and so young,
Pride of the sight, and pleasure of the tongue.
Nor less renown'd in charms the HER veys stand :
How fair they seem how fashion'd for command,
Each of herself might singly challenge praise,
Can SMITH unnoted pass, so fram'd for praise Ev’n Britain's court grows brighter with her rays.:22 Oh lovely conflićt of her varying hue ! Lily and Rose by grateful turns subdue. Promiscuous charms our ravish’d senses greet, Here April’s bloom, and August’s ripeness meet; Delights, which seem but to salute the year, Eternally reside, and florish here; Who can express which season cheers him most How gay the minutes fly, when she 's the toast! Bright as the stone, with which the glass we wound, Inspiring as the juice, which with the glass is 32crown'd.
Oh, Wilkinson who can of beauty sing,
One pleasure more, indulgent Muse, afford, Pleasure supreme, when For Rester’s the word I Desert so vast commands thy utmost lays, And sure 'tis almost impious not to praise; 34o Praise dare I call it, when each boldest line T Shows like weak twilight to meridian shine Lo! mien, complexion, features, voice, conspire, Perfection’s brands, to set the world on fire; Oh she’s all wonders! Heaven's whole excellence Meets in her frame, and fills our every sense; That grace, which most ennobles who can name, Where all 's divinely great, entitled all to fame * As well the man, who travels all the day Scorch'd with the sun, might tell the fiercest ray; a 3-0 He knows the lucid author of his flames, But with his parching heat alike he charges all the
Ye numerous CHARMERs, who remain unsung, Forgive th’ unequal tribute of my tongue, Not that your conquests fail, my strains expire, I own your pow'rs and feel a silent fire; No more my present raptures can pursue, But when my Muse takes breath, I’ll soar, and sing of you.
Desponding Artist, talk no more o