Her lips blash deeper sweets; she breathes of youth;

The shining moisture swells into her eyes,
In brighter flow; her wishing bosom heaves,
With palpitations wild; kind tumults seize 965
Her veins, and all her yielding soul is love.
From the keen gaze her lover turns away,
Full of the dear exstatic power, and sick
With sighing languishment. Ah then, ye fair!
Be greatly cautious of your sliding hearts: 970
Dare not th' infectious sigh; the pleading

look,

Down-cast, and low, in meek submission drest, But full of guile. Let not the fervent tongue, Prompt to deceive, with adulation smooth, Gain on your purpos'd will. Nor in the

AND let th' aspiring youth beware of love, Of the smooth glance beware; for 'tis too late, 980 When on his heart the torrent-softness pours. Then wisdom prostrate lies, and fading fame Dissolves in air away; while the fond soul,

Wrapt in gay visions of unreal bliss, Still paints th' illusive form; the kindling grace;

Th'inticing smile; the modest-seeming eye, 986 Beneath whose beauteous beams, belying heaven,

Lurk searchless cunning, cruelty, and death: And still, false-warbling in his cheated ear, Her syren voice, enchanting, draws him 990 To guileful shores, and meads of fatal joy.

on

EVEN présent, in the very lap of love Inglorious laid; while music flows around, Perfumes, and oils, and wine, and wanton

Rache in each thought, by restless musing fed,

Prone into ruin, fall his scorn'd affairs. 'Tis nought but gloom around: The darken'd

sun

Loses his light. The rosy-bosom'd Spring 1006 To weeping Fancy pines; and yon bright arch,

Contracted, bends into a dusky vault.
All Nature fades extinct; and she alone.
Heard, felt, and seen, possesses

thought,

every

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Fills every sense, and pants in every vein. Books are but formal dulness, tedious friends; And sad amid the social band he sits,

Lonely, and unattentive. From the tongue Th' unfinish'd period falls: while borne

away,

1015 On swelling thought, his wafted spirit flies To the vain bosom of his distant fair; And leaves the semblance of a lover, fix'd In melancholy site, with head declin'd, And love-dejected eyes. Sudden he starts, 1020 Shook from his tender trance, and restless

runs

To glimmering shades, and sympathetic glooms; Where the dun umbrage o'er the falling stream, Romantic, hangs; there thro' the pensive dusk Strays, in heart-thrilling meditation lost, 1025 Indulging all to love: or on the bank

Thrown, amid drooping lillies, swells the breeze

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With sighs unceasing, and the brook with tears. Thus in soft anguish he consumes the day, Nor quits his deep retirement, till the

Moon

1030 Peeps thro' the chambers of the fleecy east, Enlighten'd by degrees, and in her train. Leads on the gentle hours; then forth he walks,

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Beneath the trembling languish of her beam, With soften'd soul, and wooes the bird of

eve

1035 To mingle woes with his: or while the world

And all the sons of Care lie hush'd in sleep,
Associates with the midnight shadows drear;
And, sighing to the lonely taper, pours
His idly- tortur'd heart into the page, 1040
Meant for the moving messenger of love;
Where rapture burns on rapture, every line
With rising frenzy fir'd. But if on bed.
Delirious flung, sleep from his pillow flies.
All night he tosses, nor the balmy power 1045
In any posture finds; till the grey morn
Lifts her pale lustre on the paler wretch,
Exanimate by love: and then perhaps
Exhausted Nature sinks a while to rest,
Still interrupted by distracted dreams,
That o'er the sick imagination rise,

1050

And in black colours paint the mimic scene.

Oft with th' enchantress of his soul he talks; Sometimes in crowds distress'd; or if retir'd

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secret-winding flower enwoven bo

wers,

1055

Far from the dull impertinence of man,
Just as he, credulous, his endless cares
Begins to lose in blind oblivious love,
Snatch'd from her yielded hand, he knows not

how,

Thro' forests huge, and long untravel'd

heaths

1069

With desolation brown, he wanders waste, In night and tempest wrapt; or shrinks aghast, Back, from the bending precipice; or wades The turbid stream below, and strives to reach The farther shore; where succourless, and sad,

1065

She with extended arms his aid implores; But strives in vain: borne by th' outrageous

flood

To distance down, he rides the ridgy wave
Or whelm'd beneath the boiling eddy sinks.
These are the charming agonies of love, 1070
Whose misery delights. But thro' the heart
Should jealousy its venom once diffuse,
'Tis then delightful misery no more,
But agony unmix'd, incessant gall,

Corroding every thought, and blasting all 1075
Love's paradise. Ye fairy prospects, then,