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Behold th' ascending villas on my side,
see, I see, where two fair cities bend
woods, And half thy forests rush into the floods, Bear Britain's thunder, and her cross display To the bright regions of the rising day; Tempt icy seas, where scarce the waters roll, Where clearer flames glow round the frozen pole; Or under southern skies exalt their sails, 391 Led by new stars, and borne by spicy gales! For me the balm shall bleed, and amber flow, The coral redden, and the ruby glow, The pearly shell its lucid globe infold,
395 And Phoebus warm the rip'ning ore to gold. The time shall come, when, free as seas or wind, Unbounded Thames shall flow for all mankind, Whole nations enter with each swelling tide, And seas but join the regions they divide; 400
Earth's distant ends our glory shall behold,
Here cease thy flight, nor, with unhallow'd lays, Touch the fair fame of Albion's golden days: The tho hts of gods let Granville's verse recite, And bring the scenes of op'ning fate to light. 426
My humble Muse, in unambitious strains,
Phaon, a youth of exquisite beauty, was deeply ena
moured of Sappho, a lady of Lesbos, from whom he met with the tenderest returns of passion : but his affection afterwards decaying, he left her, and sailed for Sicily.' She, unable to bear the loss of her lover, hearkened to all the mad suggestions of despair ; and seeing no other remedy for her present miseries, resolved to throw herself into the sea, from Leucate, a promontory of Epirus, which was thought a cure in cases of obstinate love, and therefore had obtained the name of the Lover's Leap. But before she ven. tured upon this last step, entertaining still some fond hopes that she might be able to reclaim her inconstant, she wrote him this epistle, in which she gives him a strong picture of her distress and misery, occasioned by his absence, and endeavours, by all the artful insinuations and moving expressions she is mistress of, to soothe him to softness and a mutual feeling. [Anon.]
SAY, lovely youth, that dost my heart command, Can Phaon's eyes forget his Sappho's hand ? Must then her name the wretched writer prove, To thy remembrance lost, as to thy love?
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15 Love enters there, and I'm my own disease. No more the Lesbian dames my passions move, Once the dear objects of my guilty love; All other loves are lost in only thine, Oh youth, ungrateful to a flame like mine! 20 Whom would not all those blooming charms surprise, Those heav'nly looks, and dear deluding eyes? The harp and bow would you like Phoebus bear, A brighter Phæbus Phaon might appear: Would you with ivy wreath your flowing hair, Not Bacchus' self with Phaon could compare: Yet Phoebus lov'd, and Bacchus felt the flame; One Daphne warm’d, and one the Cretan dame; Nymphs that in verse no more could rival me, Than ev’n those gods contend in charms with thee.