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her aflertion was repeatedly combated, as if 

 the peculiar ftyle and manner of his mufe 

 were not inftantly apparent. 



ON A TARGET AT DRAKELOW. 



"With fylvan bow, on Drakelow's fliadowy green, 



Arm'd like Diana, trod the Cyprian Queen. 



O'er her fair brow the beamy crefcent fhone, 



And ftarry fpangles glitter'd round her zone j 



Love's golden fhafts her fnow-white fhoulders prefs'd, 



And the fring'd ribbon crofs'd upon her breaft. 



With carelefs eye (he view'd the central ring, 

 Stretch'd her white arms, and drew the iilken firing! 

 Mute wonder gaz'd the brazen ftuds betwixtj 

 Full in the bofs the flying arrow fix'd ! 

 Admiring circles greet the yictor-fair, 

 And fliouts of triumph rend the breezy air j 

 Trent, with loud echoes thrills the flowery grounds, 



And Burton's towers return applauiive founds. 



/* 



The graceful Huntrefs eyes the gaudy grove, 

 And bends again th* unerring bow of Love. 

 Now guard your hearts, with playful malice cries, 

 And wing'd with fmiles the fhining arrow flies j 

 With random aim the dazzled crowd me wounds, 

 The quiver'd heroes ftrow the velvet grounds j 



*"" Beau 



