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Mother of a hundred gods?
Juno dares not give her odds.

Who had thought this elime had held

A deity so unparallel'd? 2

As they eome forward, the Genius of the wood appears, and, turning

towards them, spenks:—

Gen. Stay, gentle swains; for, though in this disguise,
I see bright honour sparkle through your eyes;
Of famous Aready ye are, and sprung
Of that renowned llood, so often sung,
Divine Alphens, who by seeret sluiee »
Stole under seas to meet his Arethuse;
And ye, the breathing roses of the wood,
Fair silver-buskin'd nymphs, as great and good;
I know, this quest of vours, and free intent,
Was all in honour and devotion meant &
To the great mistress of yon prineely shrine,
Whom with low reverenee I adore as mine;
And, witli all helpful serviee, will eomply
To further this night's glad solemnity;
And lead ye, where ye may more near behold *
What shallow-searehing Fame hath left untold;
Whieh I full oft, amidst these shades alone,
Have sat to wonder at, and gaze upon:
For know, by lot from Jove I am the power
Of this fair wood, and live in oaken bower, 4
To nurse the saplings tall, and eurl the grove
With ringlets quaint, and wanton windings wove
And all my plants I save from nightly ill
Of noisome winds, and blasting vapours ehill:
And from the boughs brush off the evil dew, I
And heal the harms of thwarting thunder blue,
Or what the eross dire-looking planet smites,
Or hurtful worm with eanker'd venom bites.
When evening gray doth rise, I feteh my round
Over the mount, and all this hallow'd ground; s
And early, ere the odorous breath of morn
Awakes the slumbering leaves, or tassell'd horn

25. Oivt her ntbtx. This eertainly seems no very elegant pbrase, bnt it was a mede of eompliment tmnal in Miiton s time.— Tonn.

AVny. Ae. That is. thongh ye .'the aetors bein}: of Lady Derby's own famiiy)' are dhguis,d iike rusties, and wear the habit of shepherds. I pereeive ye are of honourable birth, your nobiiity eaunot be eonrealed.

is. Aremly. The inhabitants of Areadia, in the Pelopounesus, were devoted to pastoral iife: and henee the seene of many aneient pastoral poems, a.s well as of 8ir Phiiip 8idney's "Areadia," laid there. Henee, of eonrse, the name of

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Shakes the high thieket, haste I all about,

Number my ranks, and visit every sprout

With puissant words, and murmurs made to bless: eo

But else, in deep of night, when drowsiness

Hath loek'd up mortal sense,, then listen I

To the eelestial sirens' harmony,

That sit upon the nine infolded spheres,

And sing to those that hold the vital shears, 05

And turn the adamantine spindle round,

On whieh the fate of gods and men is wound.

Sueh sweet eompulsion doth in musiek lie,

To lull the daughters of Neeessity,

And keep unsteady Nature to her law, 70

And the low world in measured motion draw

After the heavenly tune, whieh none ean hear

Of human mould, with gross unpurged ear;

And yet sueh musiek worthiest were to blaze

The peerless highth of her immortal praise, 70

Whose lustre leads us, and for her most fit,

If my inferiour hand or voiee eould hit

Inimitable sounds: yet, as we go,

Whate'er the skill of lesser gods ean show,

I will assay, her worth to eelebrate, 80

And so attend ye toward her glittering state;

Where ye may all, that are of noble stem,

Approaeh, and kiss her saered vesture's hem.

l1. 8ONG.

O'er the smooth onamell'd green
Where no print of step hath been, 80
Follow mo, as I sing,
And toueh the warbled string,

02. Then ligten /, Ae. This is Plato's system. Fate, or Neeessity, holds n spindle of adamant; and, with her tbree daughters )L,u hesis, Clotho, and Atropos1 who handle the vital web wound al-out the spindle, she eonduets or turns the heavenly bedies. Nine Musos. or 8yrens, ait on the summit of the spheres, whieh, in their revolutions, preduee the most ravishing musieal harmony. To this harmony the tbree daughters of Neeessity perpetnally ting in eorrespondent tones, la the mean time the adamantine spindle, whieh is plaeed in the lap or on the knees of Neeessity, and on whieh the fatr of men and geds ix wound, is also revelved. This Muslo Of The Spbfcres, proeeeding from the rapid motion of the heavens, is so lond, various, and sweet, as to exeeed all aptitnde or proportion of the human ear, and therefore is not heard by men. Moreover, this spherieal musie eonsists of eight unisonous melodies; the ninth is a eoneentration of n11 the rest, or a diapason of all those eight

meledies; whieh diapason or eoneent t,z
the nine 8yrens sing or address to the
8upreme Reing, This 1ast eireumstaneo
iilustrates, or rather explains the sixth,
seventh, and eighth iines of the " Ode at
a 8olemu Musie—
vBat uo.dl,tarbe.t song of pure eoneent, Ae.

Miiton, full of these Platonie ideas, has
here a referenee to this eonsummate or
cmeentmd song of the ninth sphere,
whieh is undisturhed and pure, that is
unalloyed and perfeet. The Platonism
is here, however, in some degree Cbris-
tianized.—T. Warton.

81. Gl,ttering state. The Nympbs and 8hepherds are here direeted by the );enins to look and advanee towards & glittering ttate, or eanopy, in the midst of the stage, in whieh the Countess of Derby was plaeed as a Rural Qneen. II does not nppenr that the seeond song, whieh here immediutely follows, was now sung, 8ome maehinery or other matter intervened.—T. Warton.

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in. 8ONG.

Nymphs and shepherds, danee no more
By sandy Ladon's filied banks;
On old Lyetens, or Cyllene hoar,

Trip no more in twilight ranks;
Thougli Erymanth your loss deplore, 100

A better soil shall give ye thanks.
From the stony Msenalus
Bring your floeks, and live with us;
Here ye shall have greater graee,

To serve the lady of this plaee. 105
Though Syrinx your Pan's mistress were,
Yet Syrinx well might wait on her.

Sueh a rural queen
All Areadia hath not seen.

07. Lnrlon: A river of Areadis. Lyarx,s, Cyltene, Ert)martthas, and Mamalus, all monntain,, of the sump eonntry.

lmi. 8yrins was a nymph of Areadia and danghte) of the river Lttdon. Pan fell in Lote with hev. and pursned her tiil she reaehed the river Ladon, when, thinking to embraee the objeet of his

love, he fonnd his arms filled with reeds. Whiie he stoed sighiup; at his diwp)ointment, the wind began to agitate the reeds, whieh predueed a low musieal round. The ged took the hint, eut Meven of the reeds, and formed from them bis pastoral pipe, whieh he ealled ovpti{, tyrinx) after the name of the nymph.

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In this Monody, the anthor bewails a learned friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish seas, 1037; and by oeeasion foretells the ruin of onr eorrupted elergy, then in their highth.

Yet onee more, 0 ye laurels, and onee more
Ye myrtles brown with ivy never sere,
I eome to pluek your berries harsh and erude;
And, with foreed fingers rude,

Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year: ft

Bitter eonstraint, and sad oeeasion dear,

Compels me to disturb your season due:

For Lyeidas is dead, dead ere his prime,

Young Lyeidas, and hath not left his peer,

Who would not sing for Lyeidas? He know 10

Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.

He must not float upon his watery bier

Unwept, and welter to the parehing wind,

Without the meed of some melodious tear,

Begin then, Sisters of the saered well, U
That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring;
Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string.
Henee with denial vain, and eoy exeuse:
So may some gentle Muse

With lueky words favour my destined urn; 20

And, as he passes, turn,

And bid fair peaee be to my sable shroud.

n This poem tint appeared in a Cambridge eolleetion of verses on the death of Mv. Edward Ring, fellow of Cbrist's eollege, printed at Cambridge in a thin qnarte, 1038. II eonsists of tbree Greek, nineteen Latin, and thirteen Engiish poems.

Edward Ring, the subjeet of this Monedy, was the son of Hr John Ring, knight, seeretary for 1reland, under Qoeen Eiizabeth, James 1., and Charles 1. lie was saiiing from Chester to lreland, on a visit to his friends and relations ln that eonntry, when, in ealm weather, not far from the English roast, the ship, a very erasy vessel, "a fatal and perfidions hark," struek on a roek, und snddenly sunk to the bottom with all that were on board, not one eseaping, Angust 10, 1«37. Ring was now only twenty-five years old: he was perhaps a native of lreland, and at Cambridge he was distingnished for his piety, and profideney in poiite iiterature.

This poem, as appears by the Trinity manuseript, was written in November, 1037, when Miiton was not qnite twenty-nine years old.—T. Warton.

1. Yet onee more. This has referenee to his poetieal eompositions in general, or rather to his last poem, whieh was "Comus." lie would say, "l am again, in the nddst of other stndies, unexpeetedly and unwiilingly ealled haek to poetry; agnin eompelled to write verses, in eonseqnenee nf the reeent disastrous losw of my xlrfpwreeked friend," Ae. The plants here mentioned nre not as some have suspeeted, appropriated to elegy,

but are symboiieal of general poetry.— T. Wartom.

3. 1 eome to pluek, 4e . This is a beautiful allusion to the unripe age of his friend, in whieh death shattered his leaves before the mellovm,g yeav.

11. And buiid the lofty rhyme: a beau tiful Latinis,u, eondere earmen.

14. Meladisus tear: the effeet for the eause,—the meledious song, 8isters, the Muses: 8aered Welly Heiieon.

For we were nursed upon the self-same hill;
Fed the same floek by fountain, shade, and rill,
Together both, ere the high lawns appear'd
Under the opening eyelids of the morn,
We drove afield; and both together heard
What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn,
Battening onr floeks with the fresh dews of night,
Oft till the star, that rose at evening bright, 30
Toward heaven's deseent had sloped his westering wheel,
Meanwhile the rural ditties were not mute,
Temper'd to the oaten flute;

Rough Satyrs daneed, and Fauns with eloven heel

From the glad sound would not be absent long; 80

And old Damoetas loved to hear our song.

But, 0, the heavy ehange, now thou art gone,
Now thou art gone, and never must return!
Thee, shepherd, thee the woods, and desert eaves,
With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown, 40
And all their eehoes, mourn:
The willows, and the hazel eopses green,
Shall now no more be seen
Fauning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays.
As killing as the eanker to the rose, 45
Or taint-worm to the weanling herds that graze,
Or frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear,
When first the white-thorn blows;—
Sueh, Lyeidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear.

Where were ye, Nymphs, when the remorseless deep M
Closed o'er the head of your loved Lyeidas?
For neither were ye playing on the steep,
Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie;
Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high;
Nor yet where Deva spreads her wisard stream. 05
Ay me! I fondly dream!

27. We drove a ft rid. That is, "we drove our Hoeks afield" l mention this, that Gray s eeho of the passage ln his Elegy, yet with another meaning, may not ndslead many eareless readers.

How Joeund did tBey drive their team afield.

From the regularity of his pursnits, the purity of his pleasures, his temperanee, and general simpiieity of iife, Miiton hahitnally heeame an early riser. lie nee he gained an aeqnaintanee with the beauties of the morning, whieh he so freqnently eontemplated with deiight, and has therefore so repeatedly deseribed, in all their various appearanees.—T. Warton. 8ee Miiton's own aeeount of his morning honrs. "Compendinm of Engiish Literature," page 208.

28. Tho sultry horn of tho gray-fly. lealled by naturaiists the Trumpet-flyl is the sharp hom of this in"eet at noon, or the hottest part of the day.

80. Damatas, a eharaeter in Virgii's third Eelogne.

40. Gadding vine. De. Warburton supposes that the vine is here ealled gadding, beeause, being married to the elm, like too many other wives she is fond of gadding abroad, and seeking a new assoeiate.

40. The whole eontext of words in this and the four following iines is meledions and enehanting,—Brtdues.

50. Where were ye. This hurst is as magnifieent as it is affeeting,—Brydges.

52. On the steep. ln the nddst of this wiid imagery, the tombs of the Drnids, dispersed over the soiitary mountains of Denbigbshire, the shaggy sumndts of Mons. and the wizard waters of Deve, {the Deel Miiton was in his favourite traek of poetry: all these, toe. are in the vieinity of the Irish 8ea, where Lyeidas was shipwreeked, and thus they have a real eouneetion with the poet's subjeet— T, Warvon.

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