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Some thought it mounted to the lunar sphere, Since all things lost on earth are treasur❜d there. There heroes' wits are kept in pond'rous vases, 115 And beaux in snuff-boxes and tweezer-cases.
There broken vows, and death-bed alms are found,
But trust the muse-she saw it upward rise, Tho' mark'd by none but quick, poetic eyes: (So Rome's great founder to the heav'ns withdrew, To Proculus alone confess'd in view)
A sudden star, it shot through liquid air,
And pleas'd pursue its progress through the skies.
This the beau monde shall from the Mall survey,
And hail with music its propitious ray ;
This the blest lover shall for Venus take,
And send up vows from Rosamonda's lake;
VER. 114. Since all things lost] Vide Ariosto, Canto xxxiv. Flammiferumque trahens spatioso limite crinem Stella micat." Ovid.
VER. 131. The Sylphs behold] These two lines added, for the same reason, to keep in view the machinery of the poem.
This Partridge soon shall view in cloudless skies,
Then cease, bright Nymph! to mourn thy ravish'd hair,
Which adds new glory to the shining sphere!
TO THE MEMORY OF
AN UNFORTUNATE LADY.*
WHAT beck'ning ghost, along the moon-light
Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?
Is it, in heav'n, a crime to love too well?
To bear too tender, or too firm a heart,
Why bade ye else, ye Pow'rs! her soul aspire
* See the Duke of Buckingham's Verses to a Lady designing to retire into a Monastery, compared with Mr. Pope's Letters to several Ladies, p. 206. quarto Edition. She seems to be the same person whose unfortunate death is the subject of this poem. Her name is said to have been Wainsbury, and she was ill-shaped and deformed. She hanged herself.
Thence to their images on earth it flows,
And in the breasts of Kings and Heroes glows.
And sep❜rate from their kindred dregs below;
Nor left one virtue to redeem her race.
But thou, false guardian of a charge too good, Thou, mean deserter of thy brother's blood! See on these ruby lips the trembling breath, These cheeks now fading at the blast of death; Cold is that breast which warm'd the world before, And those love-darting eyes must roll no more. Thus, if eternal justice rules the ball,
Thus shall your wives, and thus your children fall: