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THE PROGRESS OF LOVE.

IN FOUR ECLOGUE S.

I. UNCERTAINTY. To Mr. Pope.
II. Hope. To the Hon. GEORGE DODDINGTON.
III. JEALOUSY. TO EDWARD WALPOLE, Efq;
IV. Possession. To the Right Hon. the Lord

Viscount COBHAM.

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 ?

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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

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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 :

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“ 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

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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.

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