Book. Ver. Snow-balls, coachmen pelted with them ii, 329 ii, 331 Sempstress, the description of her in a frosty morning ii, 337 Saturday, by what observations to know it ii, 422 Spring, the cries then in use ii, 428 Streets formerly noblemen's houses ii, 491 Sempstress, advice to her ii, 341 Swords, silver, lure thieves iii, 53 Street, how to cross it. iii, 165 Trivia, the goddess of streets and high-ways, invoked Tea-drinkers, a necessary caution to them ii, 296 Thames, coaches driven over it ii, 365 Thaw, the description of one ii, 400 Thursday, by what observations to know it ii, 408 Titian ii, 486 i, 125 Waterman, judicious in the weather i, 163 i, 169 ii, 45 THE FAN. A POEM. IN THREE BOOKS, ενθα δε θελκληρια παντα τελυκλο HOM. IL. 14. BOOK I. I SING that graceful toy, whose waving play 5 10 15 Nor shall Bermudas long the Muse detain, (Whose fragrant forests bloom in Waller's strain,) Where breathing sweets from every field ascend, And the wild woods with golden apples bend; 20 # Yet let me in some odorous shade repose, 25 Like a clos'd Fan, nor stretches wide its veins; But as the seasons in their circle run, 30 Stay, wandering Muse! nor rove in foreign climes; To thy own native shore confine thy rhymes. Assist, ye Nine! your loftiest notes employ, Say what celestial skill contriv'd the toy; Say how this instrument of love began, And in immortal strains display the Fan. 35 Strephon had long confess'd his amorous pain, Which gay Corinna rallied with disdain : Sometimes in broken words he sigh'd his care, Look'd pale, and trembled, when he view'd the fair : With bolder freedoms now the youth advanc'd, He dress'd, he laugh'd, he sung, he rhym'd, he danc'd: Now call'd more powerful presents to his aid, And, to seduce the mistress, brib'd the maid : Smooth flattery in her softer hours applied, The surest charm to bend the force of pride; But still unmov'd remains the scornful dame, Insults her captive, and derides his flame. When Strephon saw his vows dispers'd in air, He sought in solitude to lose his care; 40 45 50 Relief in solitude he sought in vain, It serv'd, like music, but to feed his pains |