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If, while the mantling goblet flows,
I sing of Beauty's charms divine ;The breast that heaves, the cheek that glows,
And beaming eyes, like stars that shine;The draft on Memory's tablet true
That pictures each entrancing grace, Without a frown shall Stella view,
Or there some lov'd' memorial trace. And when with high-enraptur'd air
My lavish verse shall most comme She'll find her youthful image there,
Or in each portrait own a friend. Then reach me old Anacreon's lyre,
And temper me Anacreon's bowl; That youthful Joy's remember'd fire
May Age's numbing frost controul.
On a LADY's Fan of her own Painting.
The emblematic toy on which thy art,
Love's sacred altar, and the votive heart;
Th’insidious flame steals on him by degrees,
R. FENTON, ESQ.
BY MR. SHAW,
OTHAMEs with chrystal face,
And seats that princes grace,
Not where thy wave beside,
Resounds along thy tide,
Nor where thy bank along,
Of courtly flatterers throng,
But where thy silver springs
To seek the seats of kings;
There like thy noiseless tide,
Hears not the current glide,
And as thy waters flow,
But blessings to bestow,
way, By scattering blessings where I stray.
Smoothly the years shall pass, Nor shall I know that envious Time Has stole away my youthful prime,
Till taught by thy clear glass; Till in thy chrystal wave I trace The roses withering on my face,
Along thy margent green, The gentle Muses oft at morn, In garb by rural virgin worn,
Shall round my bower be seen ; Then shall they place me in their ranks, And lead me to their favourite banks.
Let not the Muses crown
The palm that yields renown;
Nor let the Muses bring
The trumpet by thy spring;
Softly the reed shall blow,
Who haunts the vales below;
Oft by thy watery glass,
Along the smooth green grass,
There if I chance to mark
With sudden shades now dark,
If bending o'er the brink,
Our grasp, then will I think,
Or if some alder tall,
And silent urge its fall;
Thus will I musing lie,
And glittering stars 1 spy,
Long in the secret grove,
O! Thames, long winding rove,
Then gently take thy way,
Or courts their pride display,
Thy banks amid these bright scenes see. 1776.
EPIGRAM, IMITATED FROM MARTIAL,
To make me her's for life.
N. B. HALHED, ESQ.