TO THE SAME.

I.

WHEN I think on your truth I doubt you no more,
I blame all the fears I gave way to before;

I say to my heart " Be at rest and believe [leave.”
"That whom once she has chosen she never will
II.

But ah! when I think on each ravishing grace 5
That plays in the smiles of that heav'nly face,
My heart beats again; I again apprehend
Some fortunate rival in ev`ry friend.

III.

These painful suspicions you cannot remove,
Since you neither can lessen your charms nor my love,
But doubts caus'd by passion you never can blame,
For they're not ill-founded, or you feel the same.

TO THE SAME,

WITH A NEW WATCH.

I.

WITH me while present may thy lovely eyes
Be never turn'd upon this golden toy,
Think ev'ry pleasing hour too swiftly flies,
And measure time by joy succeeding joy!

II.

But when the cares that interrupt our bliss
To me not always will thy sight allow,
Then oft' with kind impatience look on this,
Then ev'ry minute count as I do now.

SONGS.

SONG.

WRITTEN IN THE YEAR MDCCXXXII.

I.

WHEN Delia on the plain appears,
Aw'd by a thousand tender fears
I would approach but dare not move :
Tell me my Heart! if this be love?

II.

Whene'er she speaks my ravish'd ear
No other voice but her's can hear,
No other wit but her's approve :
Tell me my Heart! if this be love?

III.

If she some other youth commend
Tho' I was once his fondest friend
His instant enemy I prove:

Tell me my Heart! if this be love?

IV

When she is absent I no more
Delight in all that pleas'd before,
The clearest spring or shadiest grove :
Tell me my Heart! if this be love?

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V.

When fond of pow'r, of beauty vain,
Her nets she spread for ev'ry swain,
I strove to hate, but vainly strove :
Tell me my Heart! if this be love?

SONG.

WRITTEN IN THE YEAR MDCCXXXIII.

I.

THE heavy hours are almost past
That part my love and me;
My longing eyes may hope at last
Their only wish to see.

II.

But how, my Delia ! will you meet
The man you 'ave lost so long?
Will love in all your pulses beat,
And tremble on your tongue ?

III.

Will you in ev'ry look declare

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Your heart is still the same,

And heal each idly anxious care
Our fears in absence frame?

IV.

Thus, Delia! thus I paint the scene

When shortly we shall meet,

And try what yet remains between

Of loit'ring time to cheat.

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Shall false and groundless prove,
If I am doom'd at length to find
You have forgot to love;

VI.

All I of Venus ask is this,

No more to let us join,

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But grant me here the flatt'ring bliss

To die and think you mine.

SONG.

WRITTEN IN THE YEAR MDCCXXXII.

I.

SAY, Myra! why is gentle Love

A stranger to that mind

Which pity and esteem can move,
Which can be just and kind?

II.

Is it because you fear to share
The ills that love molest,

The jealous doubt the tender care
That rack the am'rous breast?

III.

Alas! by some degree of wo

We ev'ry bliss must gain :

The heart can ne'er a transport know
That never feels a pain.

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PART OF AN EPITAPH

ON LADY LYTTELTON.

MADE to engage all hearts and charm all eyes,
Tho' meek magnanimous, tho' witty wise,
Polite as all her life in courts had been,
Yet good as she the world had never seen,
The noble fire of an exalted mind

With gentle female tenderness combin'd.
Her speech was the melodious voice of Love,
Her
song the warbling of the vernal grove,
Her eloquence was sweeter than her song,
Soft as her heart and as her reason strong;
Her form each beauty of her mind exprest;
Her mind was Virtue by the Graces drest.

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EPITAPH

ON CAPTAIN GRENVILLE.

E weeping Muses, Graces, Virtues ! tell
If since your all-accomplish'd Sidney fell
You or afflicted Britain e'er deplor'd
A loss like that these plaintive lays record!
Such spotless honour, such ingenuous truth,
Such ripen'd wisdom in the bloom of youth!

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