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Did piteous lazars oft attend her door ?
She gave-farewell the parent of the poor.
and want, once cheer'd, now sighing swell, Bless her lov'd name, and weep a last farewel.
Return’d my sighs, and echo'd Chloe's name!
Cambria, farewell !--my Chloe's charms no more
Invite my steps along Llanelly's shore ;
There no wild dens conceal voracious foes,
The beach no fierce, amphibious monfter knows;
No crocodile there flesh'd with prey appears,
And o’er that bleeding prey weeps cruel tears ;
No falle hyæna, feigning human grief,
There murders him, whofe goodness means relief: 10
Yet tides, confpiring with unfaithful ground, ,
Though distant feen, with treacherous arms, surround.
There quicksands, thick as beauty’s Inares, annoy,
Look fair to tempt, and whom they tempt, destroy.
I watch'd the seas, I pac’d the sands with care, 15
Escap'd, but wildly rush'd on beauty's snare.
Ah !_better far, than by that snare overpow'd,
Had fands engulf'd me, or had seas devour’d.
Far from that shore, where fyren-beauty dwells,
And wraps sweet ruin in resistless spells;
From Cambrian plains; which Chloe's lustre boaft,
Me native England yields a safer coast.
Chloe, farewell !-Now seas, with boisterous pride,
Divide us, and will ever far divide :
Yet while each plant, which vernal youth resumes, 25
blood ascend in future blooms;
While little feather’d fongsters of the air
In woodlands tuneful woo and fondly pair,
The Muse exults, to beauty tunes the lyre,
And willing Loves the swelling notes inspire.
Sure on this day, when hope attains success,
Bright Venus first did young Adonis bless.
Her charms not brighter, Chloe, sure than thine ;
Though flush'd his youth, not more his warmth than
mine. Sequester'd far within a myrtle grove,
35 Whose blooming bofom courts retiring love ; Where a clear sun, the blue serene displays, And sheds, through vernal air, attemper'd rays; Where flowers their aromatic incense bring, And fragrant flourish in eternal spring; There mate to mate each dove responsive coos, While this assents, as that enamour'd woos. There rills amufive, send from rocks around, A solitary, pleasing, murmuring found; i
Then form a limpid lake. The lake serene 45
Reflects the wonders of the blissful scene.
To love the birds attune their chirping throats,
And on each breeze immortal music floats.
There, seated on a rising turf is seen,
Graceful, in loose array, the Cyprian queen ;
All fresh and fair, all mild, as Ocean gave
The goddess, rising from the azure wave;
Dithevel'd locks distil celestial dews,
And all her limbs, divine perfumes diffuse.
Her voice fo charms, the plumy, warbling throngs, 55
In listening wonder loft, suspend their songs.
It sounds" Why loiters my Adonis?"-cry,
Adonis ?”-rocks reply.
“Oh, come away!”--they thrice, repeating, say;
And Echo thrice repeats,-" Oh, come away!"- 60
Kind zephyrs waft them to her lover's ears ;
Who, instant at th’inchanting call, appears.
Her placid eye, where sparkling joy refines,
Benignant, with alluring lustre shines.
His locks, which, in loose ringlets, charm the view, 65
Float careless, lucid from their amber hue.
A myrtle wreath her rosy fingers frame,
Which, from her hand, his polish'd temples claim;
His temples fair, a streaking beauty Itains,
As smooth white marble Mines with azure veins.
He kneeld. Her snowy hand he trembling seiz’d,
Just lifted to his lip, and gently squeez’d;
The meaning squeeze return’d, love caught its lore
And enter'd, at his palm, through every pore.
Then swellid her downy breasts, till then enclos’d, 75
Fast-heaving, half-conceal’d and half-expos’d:
Soft the reclines. He, as they fall and rise,
Hangs, hovering o'er them, with enamour'd eyes,
And, warm’d, grows wanton-As he thus admir’d,
He pry'd, he touchd, and, with the touch was fir’d.
Half-angry, yet half-pleas’d, her frown beguiles
The boy to fear; but, at his fear, the finiles.
The youth less timorous and the fair loss coy,
Supinely amorous they reclining toy.
More amorous still his fanguine meanings kole 85
In wistful glances, to her foftening foul :
In her fair 'eye her softening foul he reads :
To freedom, freedom, boon, to boon, succeeds.
With conscious blush, th’impaffion'd charmer burns ;
And, blush for blush, th' impaffion'd youth returns. go
They look, they languish, figh with pleasing pain,
And with and gaze, and gaze and wish again.
”Twixt her white, parting bosom steals the boy,
And more than hope preludes tumultuous joy;
Through every vein the vigorous transport ran, 95
Strung every nerve, and brac'd the boy to man.
Struggling, yet yielding, half o'erpower'd, the pants,
Seems to deny, and yet, denying, grants.
Quick, like the tendrils of a curling vine,
Fond limbs with limbs, in amorous folds, entwine. 100
Lips press on lips, caressing and carest,
eye darts flame to eye, and breast to breast.
All the religns, as dear desires incite,
And rapt he reach'd the brink of full delight.
Her waist compressid in his exulting arms, J05
He storms, explores, and rifles all her charms;
Clasps in ecstatic bliss th' expiring fair,
And, thrilling, melting, nestling, riots there.
How long the rapture laíts, how foon it fleets,
How oft it pauses, and how oft repeats ;
What joys they both receive and both beltow,
Virgins may guess, but wives experienc'd know :
From joys, like these, (ah, why deny'd to me?)
Sprung a fresh, blooming boy, my fair, from thee.
May he, a new Adonis, lift his crest,
In all the florid grace of youth confest !
First let him learn to lisp your lover's name,
And, when he reads, here annual read my flame.
When beauty firit Mall wake his genial fire, * And the first tingling sense excite defire;
When the dear object, of his peace poslest,
Gains and ftill gains on his unguarded breast :
may he say, as he this verse reviews,
So my bright mother charm’d the poet's Muse.
His heart thus flutter'd oft ’twixt doubt and fear, 125
Lighten’d with nope, and fadden'd with despair.
Say, on some rival did me smile too kind ?
Ah, read what jealousy distracts his mind!
Smild she on him ? He imag'd rays divine,
And gaz'd and gladdend with a love like mine. 130
How dwelt her praise upon his raptur'd tongue !
Ah!--when the frown'd, what plaintive notes he sung !
And could she frown on him—Ah, wherefore, tell !
On him, whose only crime was loving well ?