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* My counsel's from my self; my will commands,
“ And my first resolution always stands:
u Let her contend; or does her fear impart,
“ That conquest waits on my superior art?
The goddess strait throws off her old disguise,
And heav'nly beauty sparkles in her eyes;
A youthful bloom fills up each wrinkled trace,
And Pallas smiles with ev'ry wonted grace.
The nymphs surpriz'd the deity adore,
And Lydian dames confefs her matchless pow'r;
The rival maid alone unmov'd remains,
Yet a swift blush her guilty features stains;
In her unwilling cheek the crimson glows,
And her check'd pride a short confusion knows.
So when Aurora first unveils her eyes,
A purple dawn invests the blushing skies,
But soon bright Phoebus gains th' horizon's height,
And guilds the hemisphere with spreading light.
Desire of conqueft sways the giddy maid,
To certain ruin by vain hopes betray'd,
The goddess with her stubborn will comply'd,
And deign'd by trial to convince her pride.
Both take their ftations, and the piece prepare',
And order ev'ry slender thread with care;
The web inwraps the beam; the reed divides, While through the wid'ning space the shuttle glides, Which their swift hands receive; then pois'd with
lead, The swinging weight strikes close th' inserted thread. Each girds her flowing garments round her waste, And plies her feet and arms with dextrous haste. Here each inweaves the richest Tyrian dye, There fainter shades in beauteous order lye; Such various mixtures in the texture shine, Set off the work, and brighten each design. As when the fun his piercing rays extends, When from thin clouds fome drisly show'r defcends ; We see the spacious humid arch appear, Whofe transient colours paint the fplendid air; By such degrees the deep'ning shadows rise As pleasingly deceive our dazled eyes; And though the same th' adjoining colour feems, Yet hues of diff'rent natures die th'extremes. Here height'ning gold they midft the woof dispose, And in the web this antique story rose.
Pallas the lofty mount of Mars defigns, Celestial judgment guides th' unerring lines;
Here, in just view, the Athenian structures ftand,
And there, the Gods contend to name the land;
Twelve deities she frames with stately mien,
And in the midst superior Jove is seen;
A glowing warmth the blended colours give,
And in the piece each Figure seems to live.
Heav'n's thundring monarch fits with awful grace,
And dread omnipotence imprints his face:
There Neptune stood, disdainfully he frown'd,
And with his trident smote the trembling ground,
The parting rocks a spacious chasm disclose,
From whence a fiery prancing steed arose;
And on that useful gift' he founds his claim,
Το grace the city with his honour'd name.
In her own shape a warlike port appears,
A shining helmet decks her flowing hairs,
Her thoughtful breast her well pois’d Thield defends;
And her bare arm a glitt'ring spear extends,
With which she wounds the plain; from thence arose
A spreading Tree, green olives load the boughs;
The pow’rs her gift behold with wondring eyes,
And to the goddess give the rightful prize.
Such mercy checks her wrath, that to diffuade -
By others fate the too presumptuous maid, -
A finall design each corner-space supply'd,
of the just downfal of contending pride.
Hemus. and Rhodope in this fhe wrought,
And beauteous colours spoke her lively thought ;,
With arrogance and fierce ambition fir’d,
They to the facred names of Gods aspir'd;
To mountains chang'd their lofty heads arise,
And lose their less'ning summits in the skies.
In thiat, in curious miniature was seen
The wretched fate of the Pygmaan queen ;
Funo enrag'd, resents th' audacious aim,
And to a crane transforms the vanquish'd dame;
in that voracious shape she still appears,
And plagues her people with perpetual wars.
In this Antigone; for beauty strove
With the bright confort of imperial Jove ::
Fio incens'd, her royal pow'r display'd,
And to a bird converts the haughty maida
Laomedon his daughter's fate bewails,
Nor his, nor Ilion's earnest pray'r prevails,
But on her lovely skin white feathers rise,
Chang'd to a clam'rous stork she mount the skies:
In the remaining orb, the heav'nly maid
The tale of childless Cynaras display'd,
A settled anguish in his look appears,
And from his bloodshot eyes flow streams of tears ;
On the cold ground, no more a father, thrown';
He, for his daughters, clasp'd the polish'd Itone.
And when he fought t'embrace their wonted charms,
The temple's steps deceiv'd his eager arms.
Wreaths of green olive round the border twine,
And her own peaceful tree adorns the fair design.
Arachne paints th’amours of mighty Fove,
How in a bull the God disguis'd his love,
A real bull seems in the piece to roar,
Andreal billows breaking on the shore:
In fair Europa's face appears surprize,
To the retreating land she turns her eyes,
And seems to call her maids, who wond'ring stood,
And with their tears increas'd the briny flood:
Her trembling feet the by contraction faves
From the rude insults of the rising waves.
Here am'rous Jove diffolving Leda trod,
And in the vig'rous swan conceal'd the God.
Love lends him now an eagle's new disguise,
Beneath his frutt’ring wings Afteria lies.
Here her enliv’ning colours well express’d:
How Fove the fair. Antiope caress'd.