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WHEN beauty pleads with artless smiles,

She oft' the ftouteft heart beguiles;

But join'd with Daphne's wit and sense,
Who could refift fuch eloquence?

II.

Nicander could:-he turn'd away:
" 'Tis Honour calls, he must obey."
And Daphne, deck'd in all her charms,
He thrust reluctant from his arms.

III.

Again the nymph her rhetorick tries,
With fuppliant hands and moistening eyes;
The filent tear ftole down her cheek,
She figh'd, fhe wept-but could not speak.

* A general officer.

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IV.

Her melting tears the hero view'd,
And now his courage was fubdued:
Honour avaunt! we will not part,
My Daphne's tears o'erpower my heart.

V.

Rous'd from her trance, o'erwhelm'd with fhame,

And anxious for Nicander's fame,

A crimson blush fuffus'd her face,

She loos'd him from her fond embrace.

VI.

Ah! go, fhe cried: Nicander, go!
Nor let me prove thy deadliest foe:

Nor to my weakness facrifice

What foldiers more than life should prize.

1788.

N

ON

A VERY YOUNG LADY,

OF

EQUAL WIT AND BEAUTY.

TOLLE CUPIDINEM IMMITIS UVE." HOR.

I.

How fweetly blooms yon opening rose!

What charms her purple leaves disclose!
Yet, would you rashly crop the flower,
A thorn exerts its guardian power.

II.

Thus Stella blooms with native charms, And with fond hopes each bofom warms: But, though vain fops fear no refiftance, Her wit ftill keeps them at a distance.

III.

Submiffive then the nymph adore,
Enjoy her fmiles, and aík no more—
Her charms by time matur'd, you'll find
Her wit will teach her to be kind.

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HER artlefs notes! when Delia fings,
What raptures they impart!

Or when she strikes the trembling strings,
They vibrate to the heart.

II.

The blended tints her skill display,
When she the needle plies—
The linnet flutters on the spray,*

The rose with nature vies.

III.

But words, alas! are all too faint

(Were I to beauty blind)

Each virtue and each grace to paint,
Confpicuous in her mind.

* A beautiful piece of needle-work.

IV.

Good fenfe, with a defire to please,

And condefcenfion sweet;

And dignity, with native ease,

In due affemblage meet.

V.

In Delia thus, fo nobly born,
These qualities abound:

Yet more the fair one to adorn,

With modesty they 're crown'd.

VI.

Unconscious of her charms, the maid Thus humble though we view: More homage than to thrones is paid, Fair Delia is thy due.

Seend, June 1789.

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