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THE PROGRESS OF LOVE.
IN FOUR ECLOGUE S.
I. UNCERTAINTY. To Mr. Pope.
UNCERTAINTY. Eclogue I. To Mr. POPI.
POPE, to whose reed beneath the beachen shade,
The Nymphs of Thames a pleas’d attention paid ; While yet thy Muse, content with humbler praise, Warbled in Windsor's grove her fylvan lays; Though now, sublimely borne on Homer's wing, Of glorious wars and godlike chiefs she fing : Wilt thou with me revisit once again The crystal fountain, and the flowery plain ? Wilt thou, indulgent, hear my verse relate The various changes of a lover's state ; And, while each turn of passion I purtue, Alk thy own heart if what I tell be true ?
To the green margin of a lonely wood, Whose pendent Mades o'erlook'd a silver flood, Young Damon came, unknowing where he stray'da Full of the image of his beauteous maid : His flock, far off, unfed, untended, lay, To every savage a defenceless prey; No sense of interest could their master move, And every care seem'd trifling now but love. A while in pensive filence he remain'd, But, though his voice was mute, his looks complain'd; At length the thoughts within his bosom pent Forc’d his unwilling tongue to give them vent.
" Ye nymphs, he cried, ye Dryads, who so long “ Have favor’d Damon, and inspir'd his song ; " For whom, retir'd, I fhun the gay
resorts « Of sportful cities, and of pompous courts ; " In vain I bid the restless world adieu, " To feck tranquillity and peace with you.
Though wild Ambition, and destructive Rage, « No factions here can form, no wars can wage :
Though Envy frowns not on your humble shades, " Nor Calumny your innocence invades : " Yet cruel Love, that troubler of the breast, “ Too often violates your boasted rest; « With inbred storms Iturbs
calm retreat, " And taints with bitterness each rural sweet.
“ Ah luckless day! when. first with fond surprize « On Delia's face. I fix'd my eager eyes ! " Then in wild tumults all my soul was tost, " Then reason, liberty, at once were lost :
“ And every wish, and thought, and care, was gone, “ But what my heart employ'd on her alone. “ Then too she smil'd: can siniles our peace destroy, " Those lovely children of Content and Joy? “ How can foft pleasure and tormenting woe " From the same spring at the same moment flow? " Unhappy boy! these vain enquiries cease,
Thought could not guard, nor will restore. thy peace :
Indulge the frenzy that thou must endure, " And footh the pain thou know'st not how to cure, " Come, flattering Memory! and tell my heart “ How kind she was, and with what pleafing art " She strove its fondest wishes to obtain, “ Confirm her power, and faster bind my chain. " If on the green we danc'd, a mirthful band; “ To me alone she gave her willing hand : “ Her partial taste, if e'er I touch'd the lyre, " Still in my song found something to admire.
By none but her my crook with flowers was crown’d,
By none but her my brows with ivy bound : " The world that Damon was her choice believ'd, “ The world, alas ! like Damon, was deceiv'd. “When last I saw her, and declar'd
fire “In words as foft as passion could inspire, “ Coldly the heard, and full of fcorn withdrew, " Without one pitying glance, one sweet adieu. " The frighted hind, who sees his ripen'd corn
Up from the roots by fudden tempests torn, " Whofe faireft hopes destroy'd and blasted lie, " Feels not so keen a pang of grief as I.