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THE TRIUMPHS


The nymph, with eyes that sparkled joyous fire,
Kiss'd the round cheek of her complying fire,
Then swiftly flew, and summon'd to her aid
Th' important counsel of her favourite maid,
To vent her joy, and as the moments press,
To fix that first of points, a fancy dress.
Quick as the poet's eyes o'er nature fly,
Piercing the deep, or traversing the sky,
With such light speed her fond ideas glance
O'er play and poem, story and romance,
While all the characters she e'er has read
Flash on her brain, and fill her busy head.
Now in Diana's form she hopes to meet
A fond Endymion sighing at her feet;
Now her proud thought terrestrial pomp assumes,
And Dian's crescent yields to Indian plumes;
Now, in the habit of the Grecian isles,
She hears some Osmin suing for her smiles,
And sees his soul that blaze of dress outshine,
Whose wealth impoverish'd a diamond mine;