She sigh'd, she smil'd-and to the flowers See, friend, in some few fleeting hours, Ah me! the blooming pride of May At dawn poor Stella danc'd and sung, I saw and kiss'd her in her shroud. Such as she is who died to-day, Such I, alas! may be to-morrow; Go, Damon, bid thy muse display The justice of thy Chloe's sorrow. I SMILE AT LOVE, AND ALL HIS ARTS. SIR JOHN VANBRUGH. Born 1666-Died 1726. "I smile at Love, and all his arts," The charming Cynthia cried,"Take heed for Love has piercing darts," A wounded swain replied. "Once free and blest as you are now, I trifled with his charms, I pointed at his little bow, And sported with his arms: 'Till urg'd too far-' Revenge,' he cries! Which took its passage thro' your eyes, To tear it thence I tried in vain, To strive, I quickly found, Too well, alas! I fear, you know Since what your eyes alone could do, Your heart alone can cure." [The composition of the well-known author of "The Relapse," and "The Provoked Wife," and the architect of Castle Howard and Blenheim. He has been satirized by Swift, and praised by Sir Joshua Reynolds. See his Life in the British Architects by Allan Cunningham.] A TRANSLATION FROM SAPPHO. AMBROSE PHILIPS. Born [1671]-Died 1749. Blest as the immortal gods is he, 'Twas this bereav'd my soul of rest, My bosom glow'd; the subtle flame In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd, BELVIDERA. AMRROSE PHILIPS. On Belvidera's bosom lying, But she, alas! unkindly wise, Her lover's fondness to improve; You quickly would forget to love. ZELINDA. AMBROSE PHILIPS. Why we love and why we hate If on me Zelinda frown, Madness 'tis in me to grieve, Since her will is not her own, False though she be to me and love, In hours of bliss we oft have met, SABINA. WILLIAM CONGREVE. See, see she wakes, Sabina wakes! With light united Day they give, But different fates ere night fulfill; How many by his warmth will live! How many will her coldness kill. THE SERENADE. TOM D'URFEY. 1 Died 1723. The larks awake the drowsy morn, The ample world and azure skies; As much as he excels the moon, Look down and see your beauty's power, |