Page:Poems of Anne Countess of Winchilsea 1903.djvu/197

 COUNTESS OP WINCHILSEA 59 �Selected Friendships timely he began, �And siezed in Youth that best Delight of Man, �Leaving a growing Race to mourn his End, 100 �Their earliest and their Ages promis'd Friend. �But far away alas! that Prospect moves, �Lost in the Clouds, like distant Hills and Groves, �Whilst with encreasing Steps we all pursue �What Time alone can bring to nearer View, �That Future State, which Darkness yet involves, �Known but by Death, which ev'ry Doubt resolves. ���TO THE PAINTER OF AN ILL-DRAWN PICTURE OF CLEONE, THE HONORABLE MRS. THYNNE �Sooner I'd praise a Cloud which Light beguiles, Than thy rash hand which robs this Face of Smiles ; And does that sweet and pleasing Air controul, Which to us paints the fair CLEONE' s Soul. 'Tis vain to boast of Rules or labour'd Art ; I miss the Look that captivates my Heart, Attracts my Love, and tender Thoughts inspires ; Nor can my Breast be warm'd by common Fires; Nor can ABDELIA love but where she first admires. Like Jupiter's, thy Head was sure in Pain 10 �When this Virago struggl'd in thy Brain; And strange it is, thou hast not made her wield A mortal Dart, or penetrating Shield, Giving that Hand of disproportion' d size The Pow'r, of which thou hast disarm'd her Eyes: As if, like Amazons, she must oppose, And into Lovers force her vanquish'd Foes. Had to THEANOR thus her Form been shown To gain her Heart, he had not lost his own ; Nor, by the gentlest Bands of Human Life, 20 ��� �