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No, fly me, fly me, far as Pole from Pole; Rife Alps between us! and whole Oceans roll! Ah, come not, write not, think not once of me, Nor share one Pang of all I felt for thee. Thy Oaths I quit, thy Memory refign; Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine. Fair Eyes, and tempting Looks (which yet I view!)
Long lov'd, ador'd Ideas, all adieu !
O Grace ferene! Oh Virtue heav'nly Fair!
Enter, each mild, each amicable Gueft;
Propt on fome Tomb, a Neighbour of the dead!
• Here Grief forgets to groan, and Love to weep, Ev'n Superftition lofes ev'ry Fear:
For God, not Man, abfolves our Frailties
I come, I come! prepare your roseate Bow'rs, Celestial Palms, and ever-blooming Flow'rs, Thither, where Sinners may have rest, I go, Where Flames refin'd in Breasts feraphic glow: Thou, Abelard! the laft fad Office pay,
And smooth my Passage to the Realms of Day;
What Duft we doat on,when 'tis Man we love.
(That Cause of all my Guilt, and all my Joy) In Trance extatic may thy Pangs be drown'd, Bright Clouds descend, and Angels watch thee round,
From openingSkies may ftreamingGlories shine, And Saints embrace thee with a Love like mine.
May* one kind Grave unite each hapless
And graft my Love immortal on thy Fame!
He best can paint 'em who shall feel 'em most.
* Abelard and Elisa were interred in the fame Grave, or in Monuments adjoining, in the Monaftery of the Paraclete: He died in the Year 1142, fhe in 1163.
CORESUS and CALLIRRHOE,
A TAL E.
Ttend, ye Fair, and learn what Pains await Relentless Beauty, and the Virgin's Hate. Tho' long the Lover, worn with anxious Care, Unpity'd figh, and urge a fruitless Prayer; Yet ftung with late Remorfe the Nymph fhall prove,
And mourn the dire Effects of injur❜d Love.
Where wide outstretch'd the spacious* Patras
To Phoebus facred, God of Health and Day,
The Pride and Envy of the Grecian Youth.
The Fane, nor from his Charge, incurious, fwery'd.
Comely, and fraught with ev'ry winning Grace,
Glow in his Heart, and kindle fierce Defire.
* A City in Greece,
Faireft Attractive of the fairer Kind,
But cold, as nourish'd by the Mountain Hind: With Vows and Tears he told his tender Tale, Nor preffing Vows, nor flowing Tears avail; With haughty Airfhe mock'd his am'rous Grief, Nor deign'd a diftant Profpect of Relief.
With Scorn rejected, foon he ftrove to tame
Luckless Attempt! unequal in the Strife,
Thus, 'midft the Horrors of the Tyrrhene Deep,
And rifing, with united Force invade,
Unmov'd, the barb'rous Scylla rears her Head, Proud in her Strength, and stands the Pilot's Dread.
With wakeful Pains and hopelefs Paffion spent, Enquiring, to the golden Shrine he went ; Around the Temple as his Footsteps roam, Indignant Murmurs fill the folemn Dome; Dear to his God, yet no Return ensu'd, No wish'd Return indulg'd the Vow renew'd.