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If all the bluft'ring Winds fhaud fwell the Seas,
Nor intervening Gods their Rage appease;
Since bold Leander brav'd their loud Alarms,': )
The Light extinct which led to Hero's Arms;
Woự'd you those snowy Arms around me,cast,
Pd bear them all, and grasp my Tieasure fast.
Here, tho' luxuriant Vines oppress the Land,
And Rivers ebb and flow, when we command;
Tho' universal Nature seems to smile,
Scarce can I think I view my native Soil:
O'er Sythian Wilds, and Caucasus. I rove;
All, without you, muft Rocks and Desarts prove.
Trees can enjoy their Loves ;---an Elm theVine,
These I behold in ftri&t Embraces twine ;

[Mine Why then, ye cruel Powers, am I divorc'd from) Absence, you swore, shou'd ne'er disturb our Joys, By me you swore, and by my Stars, your Eyes. Light as Autumnal Leaves are Female Vows, Shook and dispers'd with ev'ry Wind that blows!

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If in your Heart I have the least Remains,
Or if my Passion may deserve your Pains,
Oh hafte away --Let your fwift Chariot move,
As if 'twas born upon the Wings of Lovė;
Then, as you pass, let Mountains Homage pay,
And bow their Tow'ring Heads to smooth your

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Eres desires to know the wondrous Cause
Why Arethufa now a Fountain flows.

[stood, The Streams their Murmurs hush'd and filent Whose Goddess strait appear'd above the Flood; And dry'd the Sea-green Tresses of her Head, And told Alpheus ancient Love, and said.

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A Nymph I was, and of th' Achaian Train, That ne'er drew Bow, nor darted Spear in vain: None bent more eagerly the Toils to fet, To chase the Boar, or pathless Woods to beat. And tho' no Toys, no Dress I made my Care, Tho' bold; yet was I still reputed Fair. Our Female Arts I scorn'd, preventing Praise, And simple, thought it ev'n a Crime to please.

One Day as from Stymphalus' Wood I came, Hot with the Chace, the Sun encreas'd my Flame; Unruffled in its Course a Flood I spyd, So calm, so smooth, it scarcely feem'd to glide; So deep, and yet so clear, that ev'ry Stone, With borrow'd Lustre, from the bottom fhone: The pendent Banks with hoary Willows crown'd

I came, and in the Brink my Foot I dipp’d;
Then to the Knee in dimpling Curls. I flipp?d;
Nor cool'd, upon à Bough my Veil I hung:
And, on the Bank my airy Garments flung,
Into the bounding Tyde I naked leap;
And as I frisk'd and wanton'd in the Deep,
Amidst the bubbling Flood surpriz'd I hear
A hollow gurgling Noise, and struck with Fear
I shriek’d, and'rushing made the nearer side,
When rising from his Waves Alpheus cry'd,
Oh! whither, Arethufa! dost thou fly?
Whither! he shouted with an eager Cry.

Just as I was, without my Cloaths I fled;
(Upon the other Bank my Cloaths were laid)
The more did he with raging Paffion burn,
Naked he thought me fitter for his Turn

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