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My friends, that each in kindness vie,
Might well expect one parting sigh;
Might well demand one tender tear;
For when was Damon unsincere?

But ere I ask once more to view
Yon setting fun his race renew,
Inform me, swains; my friends, declare,
Will pitying Delia join the prayer ?

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S O N G VI.

VI. The Attribute of Venus.

YES; FULVIA is like Venus fair ;

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Has all her bloom, and shape, and air :
But still, to perfect every grace,
She wants--the smile upon her face.

The crown majestic Juno wore ;
And Cynthia's brow the crescent bore,
An helmet mark'd Minerva's mien,
But smiles distinguish'd beauty's queen.

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Her train was form’d of smiles and loves,
Her chariot drawn by gentlest doves ;
And from her zone, the nymph may find,
'Tis beauty's province to be kind.

Then smile, my fair ; and all whose aim
Aspires to paint the Cyprian dame,
Or bid her breathe in living stone,
Shall take their forms from you alone. .

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T That willing frown has left her brow:

HE lovely Delia smiles again!

That killing frown has left her brow: Can she forgive my jealous pain,

And give me back my angry vow ?

Love is an April's doubtful day :

Awhile we see the tempeft low'r; Anon the radiant heav'n survey,

And quite forget the fitting show'r.

The flow'rs, that hung their languid head,

Are burnish’d by the transient rains ; The vincs their wonted tendrils spread,

And double verdure gilds the plains.

The sprightly birds, that droop'd no less

Beneath the pow'r of rain and wind, In every raptur'd note, express

The joy I feel---when thou art kind,

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HEN bright RoxaNA treads the green,

In all the pride of dress and mien;
Averse to freedom, love, and play,
The dazzling rival of the day:
None other beauty strikes mine eye,

, The lilies droop, the roses die.

But when, disclaiming art, the fair
Assumes a soft engaging air ;
Mild as the opening morn of May,
Familiar, friendly, free and gay :
The scene improves, where'er she goes,
More sweetly smile the pink and rose.

O lovely maid ! propitious hear,
Nor deem thy shepherd insincere ;
Pity a wild illusive flame,
That varies objects still the same :
And let their very changes prove
The never-vary'd force of love.

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SONG IX. 1743. VALENTINE'S DAY.

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IS said that under distant skies,
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the fact deny;
What first attracts an Indian's eyes

Becomes his deity.

Perhaps a lily, or a rose,

That shares the morning's ray,
May to the waking swain disclose

The regent of the day.

Perhaps a plant in yonder grove,

Enrich'd with fragrant pow'r, May tempt his vagrant eyes to rove,

Where blooms the sov’reign flow'r.

Perch'd on the cedar's topmost bough,
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with gilded wings, Perchance, the patron of his vow,

Some artless linnet fings.

The swain surveys her pleas'd, afraid,

Then low to earth he bends; And owns upon her friendly aid,

His health, his life depends.

Vain

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