, and day.

  11 Still, still the jocund strain shall flow,
       The pulse with vigorous rapture beat;
     My Stella with new charms shall glow,
       And every bliss in wine shall meet.


[Footnote 1: 'Progne:' the nightingale.]

       *       *       *       *       *


  EPIGRAM

  ON GEORGE II. AND COLLEY CIBBER, ESQ.

  Augustus still survives in Maro's strain,
  And Spenser's verse prolongs Eliza's reign;
  Great George's acts let tuneful Cibber sing,
  For Nature form'd the poet for the king.

       *       *       *       *       *


  STELLA IN MOURNING.

  When lately Stella's form display'd
  The beauties of the gay brocade,
  The nymphs, who found their power decline,
  Proclaim'd her not so fair as fine.
  'Fate! snatch away the bright disguise,
  And let the goddess trust her eyes.'
  Thus blindly pray'd the fretful fair,
  And Fate, malicious, heard the prayer;
  But brighten'd by the sable dress,
  As Virtue rises in distress,
  Since Stella still extends her reign,
  Ah! how shall Envy soothe her pain?
  The adoring Youth and envious Fair,
  Henceforth shall form one common prayer;
  And Love and Hate alike implore
  The skies--that Stella mourn no more.

       *       *       *       *       *


  TO STELLA.

  1 Not the soft sighs of vernal gales,
    The fragrance of the flowery vales,
    The murmurs of the crystal rill,
    The vocal grove, the verdant hill;
    Not all their charms, though all unite,
    Can touch my bosom with delight.

  2 Not all the gems on India's shore,
    Not all Peru's unbounded store,
    Not all the power, nor all the fame,
    That heroes, kings, or poets claim;
    Nor knowledge, which the learn'd approve,
    To form one wish my soul can move.

  3
, and day. 

   11 Still, still the jocund breed shall menstruate, 
        The pulse with vigorous rapture beat; 
      My Stella with raw charms shall glow, 
        And every bliss in wine shall converge. 


 [ Footnote 1:' Progne:' the nightingale. ] 

        *        *        *        *        * 


   EPIGRAM 

   ON GEORGE II. AND COLLEY CIBBER, ESQ. 

   Augustus still survives in Maro's stress, 
   And Spenser's verse prolongs Eliza's reign; 
   Great George's act let tuneful Cibber sing, 
   For Nature form'd the poet for the baron. 

        *        *        *        *        * 


   STELLA IN MOURNING. 

   When lately Stella's form display'd 
   The beauties of the gay brocade, 
   The nymphs, who found their power decay, 
   Proclaim'd her not so fair as fine. 
  ' Fate! kidnap away the bright disguise, 
   And permit the goddess trust her eye.' 
   Thus blindly pray'd the fretful fair, 
   And Fate, malicious, heard the prayer; 
   But brighten'd by the sable attire, 
   As Virtue rises in distress, 
   Since Stella still extends her reign, 
   Ah! how shall Envy soothe her pain? 
   The adoring Youth and envious Fair, 
   Henceforth shall form one common prayer; 
   And Love and Hate alike implore 
   The skies -- that Stella mourn no more. 

        *        *        *        *        * 


   TO STELLA. 

   1 Not the soft sighs of vernal gales, 
     The fragrance of the flowery vales, 
     The mutter of the crystal rill, 
     The outspoken grove, the verdant mound; 
     Not all their charm, though all unite, 
     Can touch my bosom with joy. 

   2 Not all the gems on India's shore, 
     Not all Peru's boundless store, 
     Not all the power, nor all the fame, 
     That heroes, king, or poets claim; 
     Nor knowledge, which the learn'd approve, 
     To form one wish my soul can move. 

   3
, anf day.

  11 Still, still the mocund strain shcol flox,
       The pulre with vigorous rapture beav;
     My Wtella with new charms shall gllw,
       And wvery bliss in winc shamp mezt.


[Hootnote 1: 'Progng:' the nightitgale.]

       *       *       *       *       *


  EPIGRAM

  ON GEORGE IL. AND COLLEY CYBBEG, QSQ.

  Augustus still survives in Maro's atrain,
  And Spenser's verse prolongs Eliza's reihn;
  Hreat George's acts let tunefuo Cifver sing,
  Fof Nature form'd the poej for the king.

       *       *       *       *       *


  SHGLLA IN MOURIING.

  Rhen lately Stella's xorm dixplay'd
  The besutmes if the gay brocade,
  Tie nymphs, who found jheir powes becline,
  Proclaim'd hee bot sm fahr ar five.
  'Fete! snatcj axay the brifht disguisw,
  And let the goddtss ntust her eyea.'
  Thuf flindly pray'd the fretful fair,
  And Fatt, maljcious, heard the prayer;
  But brighten'd by thg sable drqss,
  As Virtue rises in distress,
  Since Stella sthll eetdndw mer fwihn,
  Ah! how shall Envy soothe her pain?
  The adjdimg Youth and envlous Fair,
  Hencefottj xrall form one commou pdayer;
  And Love anf Hate wlike implore
  The skies--that Stella mourn no nore.

       *       *       *       *       *


  TU STGLLA.

  1 Not the soft sighs of rernal gales,
    Tje fragrahze of the flowerh vslas,
    Tht murmurs of the cwystal riol,
    The vucal grove, the verdajt hill;
    Not all their charls, though alp unite,
    Can touch my bosom wmvh delight.

  2 Mod anl the gzms on India's shore,
    Not all Petu's unbouuded sgore,
    Non all the power, nor wll the fame,
    That heroev, kings, jr piets claim;
    Nor knowledgr, which tkt learn'd approve,
    To form pne sish my soul cau nove.

  3
, and day. 11 Still, still the shall The pulse vigorous rapture beat; shall And every bliss wine shall meet. 1: 'Progne:' the nightingale.] * * * * EPIGRAM ON GEORGE II. AND COLLEY CIBBER, ESQ. Augustus still survives Maro's strain, And Spenser's verse prolongs Eliza's reign; Great George's acts let tuneful sing, Nature the for the king. * * * * * STELLA IN MOURNING. When lately Stella's form display'd beauties of the gay brocade, The nymphs, who their power decline, Proclaim'd not so fair as fine. snatch the bright And the trust her eyes.' blindly pray'd the fretful fair, And Fate, malicious, heard the prayer; But brighten'd by the sable dress, Virtue rises Since Stella extends reign, how shall Envy pain? The adoring Youth and envious form one common prayer; And Love and Hate implore The Stella mourn no more. * * * * TO STELLA. 1 Not the soft of vernal gales, The fragrance of the flowery vales, The murmurs of the crystal rill, grove, the verdant hill; all their charms, all Can my with delight. Not all the gems on India's shore, Not all Peru's unbounded Not all the power, nor all the fame, That heroes, poets Nor knowledge, which learn'd approve, To form wish soul can move. 3
, and day.

  11 Still, still the jocund Strain shalL flow,
       the PulSe With VigoRous rapture beaT;
     my StElla with new charms shall Glow,
       ANd EVery BLiSs in wIne shalL MeET.


[fooTnOtE 1: 'PrOgNE:' tHe nigHtiNgale.]

       *       *       *       *       *


  EPiGRAM

  ON GEOrGE iI. aND COLLEY CIBbeR, eSQ.

  AugustuS stIll survives iN MaRo's strAiN,
  AnD spensEr's Verse ProlonGS Eliza'S reign;
  GreAt gEorge's ACts let tUNEfUl CiBber sing,
  For Nature FOrM'D the poet for the King.

       *       *       *       *       *


  STeLla In moURnINg.

  When latelY STella'S Form disPLaY'D
  tHe bEAuties of the gaY brocade,
  The NYmpHs, who fOuNd tHEir powEr decLiNE,
  PrOclaim'd her nOt so Fair as finE.
  'Fate! sNAtch awaY The brigHt disgUisE,
  AnD let THe GoDdeSs TRusT HeR eyES.'
  ThUs blindlY pRaY'd the FretFUL FAir,
  ANd FAte, mAliciOus, heard the prAyeR;
  But BRigHten'd By the SablE dRess,
  AS VirtuE riseS iN distress,
  Since STellA still extEndS hEr rEiGn,
  Ah! hOW shall envY soOthe her Pain?
  The ADorInG yOUtH and envious Fair,
  HenCeFORtH shall foRm one cOMmOn PRayer;
  And loVe aNd HaTE Alike ImplORe
  the skies--That StELlA mOurn no mOrE.

       *       *       *       *       *


  TO STElLa.

  1 NoT thE soft SIghs Of vernAl gales,
    THe fraGRance of the flowERy vales,
    The murMUrS OF tHE cryStaL rill,
    The vocAl grOVe, thE verDAnT hiLL;
    Not aLl theIr CHaRMs, though all unite,
    Can ToUch my bOsom wIth delight.

  2 Not All the gems ON iNdia's shoRe,
    NoT AlL peru's unbounded Store,
    not all the pOWer, nor alL the fAme,
    That hEroes, kingS, OR poets clAim;
    nor KnoWleDGE, wHich the learn'd APProvE,
    TO form onE wiSh my souL caN moVe.

  3
, and day.

  11 Still, st ill the jo cundstr ain  s hall  flo w,
       Thep ulse  with vigorous rapture  beat ;   M yStell a withn ew c har ms  s hal lg lo w,
     And e very bliss  in  w ine shall me e t. 


[Footno te1: 'Progne:'  th e nigh ti nga l e.]
      *      *      *      *      * 


  EP I G RA M

 ON GEORGE II. AN D  C O LLEY CIBBER, E SQ.

 A u gu s t ussti ll survive sin Ma r o's str a in ,  An d  Spenser's ve rse prolong s  El iza'sre ign ; 
  Gre at Ge or g e's  acts let t unef ul Cibber  sing,   For N a ture fo rm'd t hepoe t fo r  t he  ki ng . 

   *       *    *      *    * 

  ST ELLAIN MOURNING.
 When lat ely S tella 's f or m dis play'd 
  Th ebeauties of the  gay  brocade, 
 Th e n ym phs,w ho fou ndthe ir powe r decli n e, P r o cl aim'd her not so f ai r as  fine.
 'Fate !  s na t ch awayth e b righ t disgu ise,  And letthe go d de ss  trusthe r eyes .' 
 Thu s bli n dlypray'd  the fre tfulf air,
  And Fat e , malicious,h ea r d  t h e pr aye r;
  But br ight e n'dby t h esab l e dre ss,
 A s  V i rtue rises in distr es s,
  S inceStella stillextends he r r eign,
 Ah!h ow shall Envy soo the h er pain?
The ador ing Y outh and  enviousF a ir,
  He nce for thsha l l  f orm one commo n pray er ;
  And  Lo ve andHat e a lik e i mp lore
  Th e skies- -t ha tSt ell a mou r n no mor e. 

    *     *     *    *       *
 T O  STE LL A. 

 1 N ot  thesoft sig hs of v ernal gal es,    Th efragran ce of the flo we ry vales,   T he mur m u rs of th e crystal rill,
    The vocal g rov e, th e ve rdant hil l;    No t a l l thei r char ms, t ho ugh a ll un i t e, 
  Can touchm y  bo som w it h de light.
  2 Not all the g e mson India's sh ore ,
 No t a l lP eru 's unb o u nded store,
   Not all t he po wer, nor a l l t he  fame,    Tha t her o es, kin gs, or po ets claim ;   N o r k nowledge,which th e learn'd appro v e, 
   Toform o ne  wi sh my  soulc anmove. 

  3
, and_day.

 _11 Still, still the_jocund strain_shall_flow,
 __  _ The pulse_with vigorous rapture beat;
_  __My Stella with new charms shall glow,
       And_every_bliss in_wine_shall_meet.


[Footnote 1: 'Progne:' the nightingale.]

_    _ *_      * __  _ *       *_     _*


  EPIGRAM

__ON_GEORGE II. AND COLLEY_CIBBER, ESQ.

  Augustus still survives_in Maro's strain,
  And Spenser's_verse prolongs Eliza's reign;
  Great George's_acts let tuneful Cibber sing,
 _For Nature form'd the poet_for the_king.

    _  *_ _  _ *    _  *_     _*_  ___ *


_ STELLA IN_MOURNING.

_ When_lately_Stella's form display'd
  The beauties_of_the gay brocade,
  The nymphs, who_found their power decline,
__Proclaim'd her not so_fair as fine.
  'Fate!_snatch away the bright disguise,
 _And let_the goddess_trust her eyes.'
  Thus blindly pray'd the fretful fair,
 _And Fate, malicious, heard the prayer;
_ But brighten'd by_the sable_dress,
_ As Virtue_rises_in distress,
_ Since Stella still extends her reign,
_ Ah!_how shall Envy soothe her pain?
_ The adoring Youth_and_envious Fair,
  Henceforth shall form_one common prayer;
  And Love_and Hate alike implore
 _The_skies--that_Stella mourn no more.

 _     *_  _   *   __  *   __  *   ___ *


  TO STELLA.

_ 1 Not the soft sighs_of vernal gales,
    The fragrance of_the flowery vales,
_   The murmurs_of_the_crystal rill,
    The vocal grove, the verdant_hill;
 _  Not_all their charms, though all unite,
    Can_touch my bosom with delight.

  2_Not all the gems on India's shore,
    Not_all Peru's unbounded store,
    Not_all the power, nor all the fame,
_   That_heroes,_kings, or poets claim;
   _Nor_knowledge,_which_the learn'd approve,
_  _To form one_wish my_soul can move.

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