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HERE the lovelieft expreffion to features is join'd

By nature's most delicate pencil defign'd;

Where blushes unbidden, and smiles without art,
Speak the foftnefs and feeling that dwell in the heart ;
Where in manners enchanting no blemish we trace,
But the foul keeps the promise we had from the face;
Sure philofophy, reafon, and coldness must prove
Defences unequal to shield us from love :
Then tell me, myfterious enchanter, oh tell;
By what wonderful art, by what magical spell,
My beart is fo fenc'd that for once I am wife,
And gaze without raptures on Amoret's eyes;
That my wishes which never were bounded before,
Are here bounded by friendship, and ask for no more,

Is't reafon? no; that my whole life will belye,
For who fo at variance as reafon and I?

Is't ambition that fills up each chink of my heart,
Nor allows any fofter fenfation a part?
Oh no! for in this all the world must agree,
One folly was never fufficient for me..
Is my mind on diftrefs too intenfely employ'd,
Or by pleasure relax'd, by variety cloy'd?
For alike in this only, enjoyment and pain

Both flacken the fprings of thofe nerves which they ftrain,

That I've felt each reverse that from fortune can flow,
'That I've tafted each blifs that the happiest know,
Has ftill been the whimsical fate of my life,
Where anguish and joy have been ever at ftrife.
But tho' vers'd in th extremes both of pleasure and pain,
I am ftill but too ready to feel them again.

If then for this once in my life I am free,

And escape from a fnare might catch wiser than me ; 'Tis that beauty alone but imperfectly charms

For tho' brightness may dazzle 'tis kindness that warms: As on funs in the winter with pleafure we gaze,

But feel not the warmth though their splendour we

praise,

So beauty our juft admiration may claim,

But love, and love only the heart can inflame.

RHAPSODY on TASTE,

On feeing the Duchefs of Devonshire in full

Drefs.

By LORD C

C

OME, thou goddess fair and free,
Whom the meek nymph, Simplicity,
To the fon of Maia bore,

And nurs'd upon th' Athenian fhore,
Then to thy fire her charge refign'd,
Who to fuch elegance of mind
Added, whatever polifh'd cafe
Could give, and all the arts to please:
Whether on Reynolds (beauty's friend)
Thou biddeft every grace attend;
Or fmiling doft in fportive fong
Hail the great gueft of Kien-long
Hither, various goddess, hafte,
Boundless, inimitable taste,

:

Sir William Chambers.

And fave thofe charms from fashion's tawdry reign,
Which Nature gave to Dev'n, and gave in vain-
From her cumbrous forehead tear
The architecture of her hair,

But leave one fnow-white plume to fhew
It faintly mocks the neck below-
Snatch from her lip the immodeft guile
Of affectation's conftaut fmile,
And on her cheek replace the rose,
Which, pale and wan, no longer glows
With all that beauty, youth, and love,
Could copy from fome faint above-
Would the promife real blifs,

Bid her feem but what fhe is.
Or, if lovelier ftill she'd be,

:

From Granby learn to worship thee.

Lincolns-Inn New-fquari.

E L EGY.

Written in the Garden of a Friend.

By W. MASON, A. M.

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HILE o'er my head this laurel-woven bow'r Its arch of glittering verdure wildly flings, . Can fancy flumber? can the tuneful pow'r, That rules my lyre, neglect her wonted strings?

No; if the blightning Eaft deform'd the plain, :
If this gay bank no balmy fweets exhal'd,
Still fhould the grove re-echo to my firain,

And friendship prompt the theme, where beauty fail'd.

For he, whofe careless art this foliage dreft,
Who bad thefe twining braids of woodbine bend,
He first with truth and virtue taught my breaft
Where beft to chuse, and best to fix a friend,