WHEN beauty pleads with artless smiles, She oft' the ftouteft heart beguiles; But join'd with Daphne's wit and sense, II. Nicander could:-he turn'd away: III. Again the nymph her rhetorick tries, * A general officer. [177] IV. Her melting tears the hero view'd, 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 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! 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, HER artlefs notes! when Delia fings, Or when she strikes the trembling strings, II. The blended tints her skill display, 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, * 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, 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. |