EPISTLE LX. ΤΟ A YOUNG LADY, ON SEEING HER DANCE. BY PETER PINNELL, M. A. O! may you walk, as years advance, Smooth and erect, as now you dance; May you on each important stage, From bloom of youth to wither'd age, Assert your claim to merit's prize, And, as at present, charm our eyes; Observant of decorum's laws, And moving with the same applause, With regularity and grace; From the true figure never swerve, Thus will life's current gently flow, And pour forth every bliss below; Till nature failing, ebb shall bring Death with his dart-but not his sting! EPISTLE LXI. ΤΟ A LADY, ON ASKING MY OPINION OF FRIENDSHIP. By the Same. WOULD Chloe know the highest bliss, EPISTLE LXII. ΤΟ A LADY.". BY THE REV. S. HENLEY. By the side of a stream that strays thro' the grove, And when I've a mind that the Jealous should smart, I pierce with an owl-feather'd arrow his heart. |