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Alone efcap'd, fav'd by ALCANDER'S arm, 

 Who boldly fwam to fnatch her from the plank 145 



To which flie feebly clung; fwiftly to more, 

 And fwifter to his home the youth convey 'd 

 His clay-cold prize, who at his portal firft 

 By one deep figh a fign of Life betray'd. 



A Maid fo fav'd, if but by nature bled 150 



With common charms, had foon awak'd a flame 

 More ftrong than Pity, in that melting heart 

 Which Pity vvarm'd before. But (he was fair 

 As Poets picture Hebe, or the Spring ; 



Graceful withal, as if each limb were caft 155 



In that ideal mould whence RAPHAEL drew 

 His Galatea*: Yes, th' impaflion'd Youth 

 Felt more than pity when he view'd her charms. 

 Yet {he, (ah, Grange to tell) tho' much he lov'd, 

 Suppreft as much that fympathetic flame 160 



C Which 



* Alluding to a Letter of that famous Painter, written to his Friend Count Baltafer 

 Caftiglione, when he was painting his celebrated piclure of Galatea, in which he tells 

 him, " eflendo careftia di belle donne, io mi fervo di certa idea che viene alia mente." 

 See Bellori Difcriz, delle imagini dipintt da Raffaello d* Urbino, or the Life of B. CaiH. 

 glione, prefixt to the London Edition of his Book entitled, 77 Cortegiaito, 



