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Four figures rising from the work appear
The various seasons of the rolling year ;
And what is that which binds the radiant sky,
Where twelve fair signs in beauteous order lie?
Then sing by turns, by turns the Muses sing ;
STREPHON. Let vernal airs through treinbling osiers play,
Inspire me, Phæbus, in my Delia's praise, And Albion's cliffs resound the rural lay.
With Waller's strains, or Granville's moving lays! You that, too wise for pride, too good for power, A inilk-white bull shall at your altais stand, Enjoy the glory to be great no more,
That threats a fight, and spurns the rising sand. And, carrying with you all the world can boast, To all the world illustriously are lost! O let my Muse her slender reed inspire,
O Love! for Sylvia let me gain the prize, Till in your native shades you tune the lyre :
And make my tongue victorious as her eyes ; So when the nightingale to rest removes,
No lambs or sheep for victims P'll impart, The thrush may chant to the forsaken grores,
Thy victim, Love, shall be the shepherd's hearts But charm'd to silence, listens while she sings,
STREPHON. And all th' aërial audience clap their wings.
Me gentle Delia beckons from the plain,
And by that laugh the willing fair is found.
While a kind glance at her pursuer flies,
How much at variance are her feet and eyes I With joyous music wake the dawning day!
STREPHON. Why sit we mute, when early linnets sing,
O'er golden sands let rich Pactolus flow, 61
Ver. 49. Originally thus in the MS.
Of Parian stone thy statue will I raise ;
But if I conquer, and augment my fold,
Thy Parian statue shall be chang'd to gold.
Her purple wool the proud Assyrian coast,
Blest Thames's shores, &c.
Go, flowery wreath, and let my Sylvia know,
Compar'd to thine how bright her beauties
TO DA, CARTH.
Blest Thames's shores the brightest beauties yield,
THE SECOND PASTORAL, OR ALEXIS
Where dancing sun-beams on the waters play'd,
And verdant alders form'd a quivering shade.
Soft as lie mourn'd, the streams forgot to flow, If Delia smile, the flowers begin to spring,
The Naiads wept in every watery bower,
And Jove consented in a silent shower.
Accept, O Garth, the Muse's early lays,
Ye shady beeches, and ye cooling streams,
Defence from Phoebus', not from Cupid's beams, STREPHON,
To you I mour; nor to the deaf I sing, In spring the fields, in autumn hills I love,
The woods shall answer, and their echo ring. At morn the plains, at noon the shady grove, The hills and rocks attend iny doleful lay, But Delia always; absent from her sight,
Why art thou prouder and inore hard than they? Nor plains at morn, nor groves at noon delight. The bleating sheep with my complaints agree, DAPHNIS.
They parch'd with heat, and I mtlam'd by thee. Sylvia's like autumn ripe, yet mild as May,
The sultry Sirius burns the thirsty.plains, More bright than noon, yet fresh as early day;
While in thy heart eternal winter reigns. Ev'n spring displeases, when she shines not here;
Where stray ye, Muses, in what lawn or grove, But, bless'd with her, 'tis spring throughout the year.
While your Alexis pines in hopeless love:
In those fair fields where sacred Isis olides,
Or else where Cam his winding vales divides? Say, Daphnis, say, in what glad soil appears, As in the crystal spring I view my face,
27 A wondrous tree that sacred monarchs bears : Fresh rising blushes paint the watery glass; Tell me but this, and I'll disclaim the prize, But since those graces please thy eyes no inore, And give the conquest to thy Sylvia's eyes. I shun the fountains which I sought before. DAPHNIS.
Once I was skilled in every berb thint grew, Nay, tell me first, in what more happy fields
And every plant that drinks the morning dew; The thistle springs, to which the lily yieids:
Ah, wretched shepherd, what avails thy art, And then a nobler prize I will resign;
To cure thy lambs, but not to heal thy heart!
Let other swaing attend the rural care, For Sylvia, charming Sylvia, shall be thine.
Feed fairer flocks, or richer fleeces sheer :
But nigh yon mountain let me tune my lays, Cease to contend; for, Daphnis, I decree, Embrace my love, and bind my brow's with bays. The bowl to Strephon, and the lamb to thee. That flute is mine which'Colin's tuneful breath Blest swains, whose nymphs in every grace excel; Inspir'd when living, and bequeath'd in death : Blest nymphs,whose swains those graces sing so well! He said: Alexis, take this pipe, the same Now rise, and haste to yonder woodbine bouers, That taught the groves my Rosalinda's nanie. A soft retreat from sudden vernal showers;
But now the reeds shall hang on yonder tree, The turf with rural dainties shall be crown'd, 99 For ever silent, since despis’d by thee. While opening blooms diffuse their sweets around. | 0! acre I made by soine transtorn:ing power For see! the gathering flocks to shelter tend, The captive bird that sings within thy bower! And from the Pleiads fruitful showers descend. Then might my voice thy listening ears employ,
And I those kisses he receives enjoy.
do, tuneful bird, that pleas'd the woods so long,
All Nature mourns, the birds their songs deny,
The turf with country dainties shall be spread,
A faithful swain, whom love had taught to sing,
There to the winds he plain'd his hapless love,
And Amaryllis fill'd the vocal grove.
Oft in the crystal spring I cast a view,
And yet my numbers please the rural throng, Whose sense instructs us, and whose humour charms, Rough satyrs dance, and Pan applauds the song: Whose judgment sways us, and whose spirit warms! The nymphs, forsaking every cave and spring, Oh, skill'd in Nature ! see the hearts of swains, Their early fruit and milk-white turtles bring ! Their artless passions, and their tender pains. Fach amorous nymph prefers her gifts in vain, Now setting Phobus shone serenciy bright, On you their gifts are all bestow'd again :
And feecy clouds were streak'd with purple light; For you the swains the fairest flowers design, When tuneful Hylas, with melodious inoan, And in one garland all their beauties join 3 Taught rocks to weep, and male the mountains Accept the wreath which you deserve alone,
groan. In whom all beauties are compris'd in one.
Go, gentle gales, and bear my sighs away! See what delights in sylvan scenes appear! To Delia's ear the tender notes convey. Descending gods have found Elysium here. As some sad turtle his lost love deplores, In woods bright Venus with Adonis stray'd, And with deep murmurs fills the sounding shores; And chaste Diana haunts the forest shade.
Thus, far from Delia, to the winds 1 muuru, Come, lovely nymph, and bless the silent hours, Alike unheard, unpity'd, and forlorn. When swains froin shearing seek their nightly bowers; Go, gentle gales, and bear my sighs along! When wcary reapers quit the sultry field, For her, the feather'd quires neglect their song : And crown'd with corn their thanks to Ceres yield. For her, the limes their pleasing shades deny ! This harmless grove no lurking viper hides, For her, the lilies hang their heads and die. But in my breast the serpent Love abides. Ye flowers that droop, forsaken by the Spring, Here bees from blossoms sip the rosy dew,
Ye birds, that, left by Summer, cease to sing, But your Alexis knows no sweets but you.
Ye trees that fade when Autunin heats remove, Oh deign to visit our forsaken seats,
Say, is not absence death to those who love? The mossy fountains, and the green retrcats ! Go, gentle gales, and bear my sighs away! Where'er you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade; Curs'd be the fields that cause my Delia's stay; Trees, where you sit, shall croud into a shade : Fade every blossom, wither every tree, Where'er you tread, the blushing flowers shall rise, Die every flower, and perish all, but she. And all things flourish where you turn your eyes. What have I said? where'er my Delia flies, Oh ! how I long with you to pass my days, Let Spring attend, and sudden flowers arise ! Invoke the Muses, and resound your praise ! Let opening roses knotted oaks adorn, Your praise the birds shall chant in every grove, 79 And liquid amber drop from every thorn. And winds shall waft it to the powers above.
Go, gentle gales, and bear my sighs along!
But see, the shepherols shun the noon-day heat, Not balmy sleep to labourers faint with pain,
Go, gentle gales, and bear my sighs away!
Ye powers, what plcasing frenzy sooth, my mind !
And ceasc, ve gales, to bear my sighs away!
Next Egon sung, while Windsor groves admir'd; THE THIRD PASTORAL, OR HYLAŞ AND Ægos.
Rehearse, y? Muscs, what youurselves inspird.
Resound, ye hills, resound my mournful strain!
Of perjur'd Doris, dying I complain; Beneath the shade a spreading beech displays,
Here where the mountains, lessening as they rise,
Lose the low vales, and stcal into the skies; Hylas and Ægon sung their rural lays :
While labouring oxen, spetit with toil and heat, This mourn'd a faithless, that an absent love; In their loose traces from the field retreat ; *: And Delia's name and Doris fillid the grove.
While curling smokes from viliage-tops are seen, Ye Mantuan nymphs, your sacred succours bring; | And the ticet shades glide o'er the dusky grcen. Hylas and Egon's rural lays I sing. 'Thou, whom the Nine with Plautus' wit inspire, Bencath yon poplar oft we pass'd the day:
Resound, ye bills, resound my mournful lay! The art of Terence and Menander's fire;
Oft on the rind I carv'd her amorous vous,
While she with garlands hung the bending boughs: VARIATIONS.
The carlands fade, the vows are worn away;
So dits her love, and so my hopes decay.
On Alpide mountains tread th' eternal snow; wolves into England.
Yet feel'no heat but what our loves impart, Ver. 91. Me Love inflames, nor will his fires allay. And dreadl so coldness but in Thyrsis' heart
TO MR. WYCHERLEY.
Resound, ye hills, resound my mournful strain! “ Let Nature change, let Heaven and Earth deplore, Now bright Arcturus glads the teeming grain;
Fair Daphne's dead, and Love is now no more !" Now golden fruits on loaded branches shine,
"Tis done, and Nature's various charms decay: 29 And grateful clusters swell with floods of wine; See gloomy clouds obscure the cheerful day! Now blushing berries paint the yellow grove;
Now hung with pearls the dropping trees appear, Just gods ! shall all thiogs yield returns but love! | Their faded honours scatter'd on her bier.
Resound, ye hills, re-sound my mournful lay! See where, on earth, the flowery glories lie; The shepherds cry, “ Thy flocks are left a prey." With her they fourish'd, and with her they die. Ah! what awails it me the focks to keep,
Ah, what avail the beauties Nature wore? Who lost my heart while I preserv'd my sheep? Fair Daphne's dead, and Beauty is no more! Pan came, and ask'd, what magic caus'd my sinart,
For her the flocks refuse their verdant food, Or what ill eyes malignant glances dart?
The thirsty heifers sbun the gliding flood : What eyes but hers, alas, have power to move !
The silver swaps her hapless fate bemoan,
Resoumd, ye hills, resound my mournful strains ! In hollow caves sweet Echo silent lies,
Her name with pleasure once she taught the shore,
No rich perfumes refresh the fruitful field, Got by fierce whirlwinds, and in thunder born! Nor fragrant herbs their native incense yield. Resound, ye hills, resound my mournful lay!
The balmy Zephyrs, silent since her death, Farewell, ye woods, adieu the light of day! Lament the ceasing of a sweeter breath ; One leap from yonder cliff shall end my pains ;
Th' industrious becs neglect their golden store ; No more, ye hills, no more resound my strains ! Fair Daphine's dead, and Sweetness is no more! Thus sung the shepherds till th’approach of night,
No more the mounting larks, while Daphne sings, The skies yet blushing with departed light,
Shall, listening in mid air, suspend their wings; When falling dews with spangles deck the glade,
No more the birds shall imitate her lays,
Or, hush'd with wonder, hearken from the sprays:
But tell the reeds, and tell the vocal shore,
Fair Daphne's dead, and Music is no more!
Her fate is whisper'd by the gentle breeze,
The trembling trees in every plain and wood,
Her fate remurmur to the silver flood :
The silver flood, so lately calm, appears Thyrsis, the music of that murmuring spring
Swell’d with new passion, and o'erflows with tears; Is not so mournful as the strains you sing ;
Thc winds, and trees, and foods, her death deplore, Nor rivers winding through the vales below,
Daphne our grief! our glory now no more! So sweetly warble, or so smoothly flow.
But see! where Daphne wondering mounts on Now sleeping flocks on their soft fleeces lie,
Above the clouds, above the starry sky! [high The Moon, serene in glory, mounts the sky,
Eternal beauties grace the shining scene, While silent birds forget their tuneful lays,
Fields ever fresh, and groves for ever green! O sing of Daphne's fate, and Daphne's praise !
There while you rest in Amaranthine bowers,
Or from those meads select unfading flowers,
Behold us kindly, who your nanie implore,
How all things listen, while thy Muse complains ! That callid the listening Dryads to the plain?
Such silence waits on Philomela's strains, Thames heard the numbers as he flow'd along,
In some still evening, when the whispering breeze And bade his willows learn the moving song. Pants on the leaves, and dies upon the trees. LYCIDAS.
To thee, bright goddess, oft a lab shall bleed, So may kind rains their vital moisture yield, Ifteeming ewes increase my feecy breed. sgive, 83 And swell the future harvest of the field.
While plants their shade, or flowers their odours Begin; this charge the dying Daphne gave, Thy name, thy honour, and thy praise, shall live! And said, “ Ye shepherds sing around iny grave!" Sing, while beside the shaded tomb I mourn, But see, Orion sheds unwholesome dews; And with fresh bays her rural shrine adorn. Arise, the pines a noxious shade diffuse ;
Ye gentle Muses, leave your crystal spring,
'Tis done, and Nature's chang'd since you are gone;
Behold, the clouds have “put their mourning on."
While vapours rise, and driving snows descend,
Sharp Boreas blows, and Natiire feels decay, From Jesse's root behold a branch arise,
89 And on its top descends the mystic Dove.
From storm a shelter, and from heat a shade.
Returning Justice + lift aloft her scale;
Peace o'er the world her olive wand extend,
And white-rob'd Innocence from Heaven descend.
Swift fly the years, and rise th' expected morn!
Ob spring to light, auspicious Babe, be born! ADVERTISEMENT.
See, Nature hastes her earliest wreaths to bring, 23 In reading several passages of the prophet Isaiah, with all the incense of the br athing spring:
which foretel the coming of Christ, and the See lofty Lebanon his head advance, felicities attending it, I could not but observe a See nodding forests on the mountains dance: remarkable parity
between many of the thoughts, See spicy clouds from lowly Saron rise, and those in the Pollio of Virgil. This will not And Carmel's flowery top perfumes the skies ! seem surprising, when we reflect, that the Hark! a glad voice the lonely desert cheers; 28 Eclogue was taken from a Sibyline prophecy on Prepare the way! a God, a God appears ! the same subject. One may judge that Virgil did not copy it line for line; but selected such ideas as best agreed with the nature of pastoral shall conceive and bear a Son---Chap. ix. ver. 6,
Isaiah, ch. vii. ver. 14. “ Behold a Virgin poetry, and disposed thein in that manner which served most to beautify his piece. I have the Prince of Peace : of the increase of his govern
7. I'nto us a Child is born ; unto us a Son is given; endeavoured the same in this imitation of him, ment, and of his peace, there shall be no end : though without admitting any thing of my own; Upon the throne of David, and upon his kingdon, since it was written with this particular view, to order and to establish it, with judgment and that the reader, by comparing the several with justice, for ever and ever.” thoughts, might see how far the images and descriptions of the prophet are superior to those Ver. 23. See Nature hastes, &c.]. Virg. Ecl. iv. of the poet. But as I fear I have prejudiced
ver. 18. them by my inanagement, I shall subjoin the At tibi prima, puer, nullo munuscula cultu, passages of Isaiah, and those of Virgil, under Errantes hederas passim cum baccare tellus, the same disadvantage of a literal translation.
Mixtaque ridenti colocasia fundet acantho-
“For thee, () Child, shall the Earth, without MESSLAH,
being tilled, produce her early offerings ; winding
ivy, mixed with baccar, and colocassia with smilYnymphs of Solyma! begin the song:
ing acanthus. Thy cradle shall pour forth pleasTo heavenly themes sublimer strains belong.
ing flowers about thee.”
Isaiah. Ch. xxxi. ver. 1. “The wilderness and The mossy fountains and the sylvan shades, The dreams of Pindus and th' Aonian maids,
the solitary place shall be glad, and the desert Delight no more-O thou my voice inspire
shall rejoice and blossom as the rose." Ch. Ix. ver. Who touch'd Isaiah's hallow'd lips with fire!
13. “ The glory of Lebanon shall come unto thee, Rapt into future times, the bard beguu :
the fir-tree, the pine-tree, and the box together, A Virgin shall conceive, a Virgin bear a Son! 8
to beautify the place of thy sanctuary.”
Virg. Ecl. iv, ver. 46.
. These four last lines allude to the Aggredere ô magnos (aderit jam tempus), honores, several subjects of the four pastorals, and to the Cara deûm soboles, magnum Jovis incrementum-several scenes of them particularized before in Ecl. v. ver 62. each.
Ipsa lætitiâ voces ad sidera jactant
Intonsi montes, ipsæ jam carmina rupes, Ver. 8. A Virgin sball conceiver All crimes shall Ipsa sonant arbusta, Deus, Deus ille Menalca! cease, &c.] Virg. Ecl. iv. ver. 6.
" ( come and receive the mighty honours : the Jam redit et Virgo, redeunt Saturnia regna;
time draws nigh, O beloved offspring of the gods ! Jam nova progenies coelo demittitur alto. O great increase of Jove! The uncultivated mounTe duce, si qua maneant sceleris vestigia nostri, tains send shouts of joy to the stars; the very Irrita perpetua solvent formidine terras
rocks sing in verse, the very shrubs cry out, A Pacatumque reget patriis virtutibus orbem. God, a God!" “Now the Virgin returns, now the kingdom of Isaiah, Ch. xl. ver. 3, 4. “ The voice of him Saturn returns, now a new progeny is sent down that crieth in the wilderness, Prepare ye the way from high Heaven. By means of thee, whatever of the Lord ! make straight in the desert a highreliques of our crimes remain, shall be wiped away. way for our God! Every valley shall be exalted and free the world from perpetual fears. He shall 1 Isaj. xi. ver. 1.
2 Ch. xlv. ver. 8. govern the Earth in peace, with the virtues of his 3 Ch. xxv. ver. 4.
• Ch. ix. ver. 7. Father,"
Ch. XXXV. ver. 2. 6 Ch. xl. ver. 3,
A SACRED ECLOGUE.