And, O take heed! for, is ſuch tales were true,
The gods may practiſe these deſigns on you:
Their heav’n and all their brightneſs they will quit
For any form that may to you admit.10
See how the wanton bird, at ev’ry glance,
Spreads his gay plumes, and feels an am’rous trance!
Preſs’d by that hand he melts at ev’ry touch;
Preſs’d by that hand who would not melt as much?
The queen of Beauty ſhall forſake the dove;
Henceforth the Parrot be the bird of Love.16
MIRA AT A REVIEW
OF THE GUARDS IN HYDE-PARK.
Let meaner beauties conquer ſingly ſtill,
But haughty Mira will by thousands kill ;
Thro’ armed ranks triumphantly ſhe drives,3
And with one glance commands a thouſand lives:
The trembling heroes nor reſiſt nor fly,
But at the head of all their ſquadrons die.6
THE VISION.
In lonely walks, diſtracted by deſpair,
Shunning mankind, and torn with killing care,
My eyes o’erflowing, and my frantic mind
Rack’d with wild thoughts, ſwelling with ſighs the wind,
Thro’ paths untrodden day and night I rove,5
Mourning the fate of my ſucceſsleſs love.
