How flame the glories of Belinda's hair, Made by thy mufe the envy of the Fair; Lefs fhone the treffes Ægypt's princess wore, Which sweet Callimachus so sung before. Here courtly trifles fet the world at odds, Belles war with Beaux, and whims defcend for Gods. The new machines in names of ridicule,
Mock the grave phrenzy of the chimic fool.
But know, ye Fair, a point conceal'd with art,
The Sylphs and Gnomes are but a woman's heart:
The Graces ftand in fight; a Satyr train
Peep o'er their heads, and laugh behind the scene.
In Fame's fair temple, o'er the boldest wits
Infhrin'd on high the facred Virgil fits,
And fits in measures, fuch as Virgil's muse
To place thee near him might be fond to chufe.
How might he tune th' alternate reed with thee,
Perhaps a Strephon thou, a Daphnis he,
While fome old Damon o'er the vulgar wife
Thinks he deferves, and thou deserv'ft the prize.
Rapt with the thought my fancy feeks the plains, And turns me fhepherd while I hear the strains.
Indulgent nurse of ev'ry tender gale,
Parent of flowrets, old Arcadia hail !
Here in the cool my limbs at ease I spread,
Here let thy poplars whisper o'er my head,
Still flide thy waters soft among the trees;
Thy afpins quiver in a breathing breeze,
Smile all thy vallies in eternal spring,
Be hufh'd, ye winds! while Pope and Virgil fing.
In English lays, and all fublimely great,
Thy HOMER warms with all his antient heat,
He shines in council, thunders in the fight,
And flames with ev'ry fenfe of great delight,
Long has that poet reign'd, and long unknown,
Like monarchs sparkling on a distant throne;
In all the majesty of Greek retir'd,
Himself unknown, his mighty name admir'd,
His language failing, wrap'd him round with night, Thine rais'd by thee, recals the work to light.
So wealthy mines, that ages long before
Fed the large realms around with golden oar,
When choak'd by finking banks, no more appear,
And shepherds only fay, The mines were here:
Shou'd fome rich youth (if nature warm his heart,
And all his projects stand inform'd with art)
Here clear the caves, there ope the leading vein;
The mines detected, flame with gold again.
How vaft, how copious are thy new designs!
How ev'ry mufic varies in thy lines!
Still as I read, I feel my bofom beat,
And rife in raptures by another's heat.
Thus in the wood, when fummer drefs'd the days,
When Windfor lent us tuneful hours of ease,
Our ears the lark, the thrush, the turtle bleft,
And Philomela fweeteft o'er the reft:
The fhades refound with fong-O foftly tread!
While a whole feafon warbles round my head.
This to my friend-and when a friend inspires My filent harp its mafter's hand requires,
Shakes off the dust, and makes these rocks refound,
For fortune plac'd me in unfertile ground;
Far from the joys that with my foul agree,
From wit, from learning,-far, oh far from thee!
Here mofs-grown trees expand the smallest leaf ;
Here half an acre's corn is half a fheaf,
Here hills with naked heads the tempeft meet,
Rocks at their fide, and torrents at their feet,
Or lazy lakes unconscious of a flood,
Whose dull brown Naiads ever fleep in mud.
Yet here content can dwell, and learned ease, A friend delight me, and an author please, Ev'n here I fing, while POPE supplies the theme, Show my own love, tho' not increafe his fame.
Part of the firft Canto of the RA PE of the LOCK.
ND now unveil'd, the toilet ftands display'd,
Each filver vase in mystic order laid,
First, rob'd in white, the Nymph intent adores
With head uncover'd, the cosmetic pow'rs.
A heav'nly image in the glass appears,
To that the bends, to that her eyes she rears :
Th' inferior priestess, at her altar's fide,
Trembling begins the facred rites of pride.
Unnumber'd treafures ope at once, and here
The various off'rings of the world appear;
From each fhe nicely culls with curious toil,
And decks the goddefs with the glitt'ring spoil.
This casket India's glowing gems unlocks,
And all Arabia breathes from yonder box.
The tortoise here and elephant unite,
Transform'd to combs, the fpeckled, and the white.
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