Defcend, yè ftorms! deftroy my rifing pile; To fee it scarce furvive a winter's day. Let fome dull dotard bask in thy gay shrine, That his rude voice, his grating reed's prefer'd? Let him exult, with boundless wealth fupply'd, Gods! must my DELIA, muft my DELIA bear? Muft DELIA'S foftnefs, elegance, and ease Submit to MARIAN's drefs? to MARIAN'S gold? Muft MARIAN'S robe from diftant INDIA please? The simple fleece my DELIA's limbs enfold? "Yet fure on DELIA feems the ruffet fair; Ah! what is native worth esteem'd of clowns? 'Tis thy falfe glare, O fortune! thine they fee: 'Tis for my DELIA's fake I dread thy frowns, And my laft gafp fhall curfes breathe on thee. ELEGY D 4 He complains how foon the pleafing novelty of life is over. To Mr. J A H me, my friend! it will not, will not last! This fairy-fcene, that cheats our youthful eyes! The charm diffolves; th' aerial music's past ; The banquet ceases, and the vifion flies. Where are the splendid forms, the rich perfumes, Vain now are books, the fage's wisdom vain! The weaken'd paffions, felf-fubdued, obey, Scarce has the fun fev'n annual courfes roll'd, Since, not the miser so carefs'd his gold, As I, for what it gave, was heard to figh, On the world's ftage I wifh'd fome fprightly part; And And you, ye works of art! allur'd mine eye, The breathing picture, and the living stone : "Tho' gold, tho' splendour, heav'n and fate deny, "Yet might I call one Titian ftroke my own!" Smit with the charms of fame, whofe lovely fpoil, Oft too I pray'd, 'twas nature form'd the pray'r,' foul: But now 'tis o'er, the dear delufion's o'er! my I fcorn the palm, before I reach the goal, O youth! enchanting stage, profufely bleft! Then glows the breaft, as op'ning rofes fair; Honeft as light, transparent ev'n as air, Not Not all the force of manhood's active might, Not science shall extort that dear delight, Adieu foft raptures tranfports void of care! Tedious again to curse the drizling day! The self-fame hawthorns bud, and cowflips blow! O life! how foon of ev'ry bliss forlorn! We start falfe joys, and urge the devious race: A tender prey; that chears our youthful morn, Then finks untimely, and defrauds the chace. ELEGY ELE GY XII. His recantation. O more the mufe obtrudes her thin disguise; N° No more with aukward fallacy complains, Ere the chill winter of our days arrive, No more fhe paints the breast from passion free; I feel, I feel one loitering wish survive— Ah need I, FLORIO, name that wish to thee? The ftar of VENUS ufhers in the day, The first, the loveliest of the train that shine! The ftar of VENUS lends her brightest ray, When other stars their friendly beams refign. Still in my breast one soft defire remains, Pure as that star, from guilt, from intʼrest free, Has gentle DELIA trip'd across the plains, And need I, FLORIO, name that wish to thee? While, cloy'd to find the scenes of life the fame, 3 I Лlept |