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Come, lovely nymph, and bless the silent hours, SUMMER
When swains from shearing seek their nightly bowers
When weary reapers quit the sultry field, THE SECOND PASTORAL; OR, ALEXIS.
And crown'd with corn their thanks to Ceres yield. To Dr. Garth.
This harmless grove no lurking viper hides,
But in my breast the serpent Love abides.
And verdant alders form'd a quivering shade. The mossy fountains, and the green retreats!
The flocks around a dumb compassion show,.. Trees, where you sit, shall crowd into a shade; The Naiads wept in every watery bower,
Where'er you tread, the blushing flowers shall rise, And Jove consented in a silent shower.
And all things flourish where you turn your eyes. Accept, O Garth, the muse's early lays,
0! how I long with you to pass my days, That adds this wreath of ivy to thy bays;
Invoke the Muses, and resound your praise ! Hear what from love unpractised hearts endure, Your praise the birds shall chant in every grove, From love, the sole disease thou canst not cure.' And winds shall wast it to the powers above.
Ye shady beeches, and ye cooling streams, But would you sing, and rival Orpheus' strain, Defence from Phebus', not from Cupid's beams, The wondering forests soon should dance again, To you I mourn; nor to the deaf I sing ;
The moving mountains hear the powerful call, The woods shall answer, and their echo ring. And headlong streams hang listening in their fall! The hils and rocks attend my doleful lay:
| But see, the shepherds shun the noon-day heat, Why art thou prouder and more hard than they? The lowing herds to murmuring brooks retreat, The bleating sheep with my complaints agree, To closer shades the panting flocks remove. They parch'd with heat, and I inflam'd by thee. Ye gods !, and is there no relief for love? The sultry Sirius burns the thirsty plains,
But soon the sun with milder 'rays descends' While in thy heart eternal winter reigns.
To the cool ocean, where his journey ends :
By night he scorches, as he burns by day.
To Mr. Wycherley.
This mourn'd a faithless, that an absent love; Feed fairer flocks, or richer fleeces shear :
And Delia's name and Doris' fillid the grove., But nigh yon mountain let me tune my lays, Ye Mantuan nymphs, your sacred succours bring; Embrace my love, and bind my brows with bays. Hylas' and Egon's rural lays I sing.' That flute is mine which Colin's tuneful breath Thou, whom the Nine with Plautus' wit inspire, Inspired when living, and bequeathed in death : The art of Terence and Menander's fire; . He said: • Alexis, take this pipe, the same
Whose sense instructs us, and whose humour charms, That taught the groves my Rosalinda's name.' Whose judgment sways us, and whose spirit warms! But now the reed shall hang on yonder tree, Oh! skill'd in nature ! see the hearts of swains, For ever silent, since despis'd by thee.
Their artless passions, and their tender pains. O! were I made by some transforming power, Now setting Phæbus shone serenely bright, The captive bird that sings within thy bower! And fleecy clouds were streak'd with purple light; Then might my voice thy listening ears employ, . When tuneful Hylas, with melodious moan, And I those kisses he receives enjoy.
Taught rocks to weep, and made the mountains groan
Alike unheard, unpitied, and forlorn.
For her, the feather'd quires neglect their song: Accept the wreath which you deserve alone, | For her, the limes their pleasing shades deny: In whom all beauties are comprised in one.
For her the lilies hang their heads and die. See what delights in sylvan scenes appear ! Ye flowers that droop, forsaken by the spring, Descending gods have found Elysium here.
Ye birds, that left by summer cease to sing, In woods bright Venus with Adonis stray'd, Ye trees that fade when autumn heats remove, And chaste Diana haunts the forest shade.
| Say, is not absence death to those who love?
Go, gentle gales, and bear my sighs away! " When falling dews with spangles deck the glade, Cursed be the fields that cause my Delia's stay; And the low sun had lengthen'd every shade. Fade every blossom, wither every tree, Die every flower, and perish all, but she; What have I said? Where'er my Delia flies, Let spring attend, and sudden flowers arise!
WINTER. Let opening roses knotted oaks adorn,
THE FOURTH PASTORAL; OR, DAPHNE
To the Memory of Mrs. Tempest
Thyrsis, the music of that murmuring spring Not bubbling fountains to the thirsty swain,
Is not so mournful as the strains you sing: Not balmy sleep to labourers faint with pain,
Nor rivers winding through the vales below, Not showers to larks, or sunshine to the bee,
So sweetly warble, or so smoothly flow. Are half so charming as thy sight to me.
Now sleeping flocks on their soft fleeces lie, Go, gentle gales, and bear my sighs away!
The moon, serene in glory, mounts the sky, Come, Delia, come; ah, why this long delay?
While silent birds forget their tuneful lays, Through rocks and caves the name of Delia sounds:/O sing of Daphne's fate, and Daphne's praise ! Delia, cach cave and echoing rock rebounds.
THERSIS. Ye powers, what pleasing frenzy soothes my mind! | Behold the groves that shine with silver frost, Do lovers dream, or is my Delia kind ?
Their beauty wither'd, and their verdure lost : She comés, my Delia comes ! Now cease my lay,
Here shall I try the sweet Alexis' strain, And cease, ye gales, to bear my sighs away!
That call'd the listening Dryads to the plain: Next Ægon sang, while Windsor groves admired: Thames heard the numbers as he flow'd along, Rehearse, ye muses, what yourselves inspired.
And bade his willows learn the moving song. Resound, ye hills, resound my mournful strain !
LYCIDAS. Of perjured Doris, dying I complain :
So may kind rains their vital moisture yield, Here where the mountains, lessening as they rise, And swell the future harvest of the field. Lose the low vales, and steal into the skies; Begin; this charge the dying Daphne gave, While labouring oxen, spent with toi! and heat, And said, 'Ye shepherds, sing around my grave:' In their loose traces from the field retreat ;
Sing, while beside the shaded tomb I mourn, While curling smokes from village tops are seen,
And with fresh bays her rural shrine adorn. And the fleet shades glide o'er the dusky green.
THYRSIS. Resound, ye hills, resound my mournful lay! Ye gentle muses, leave your chrystal spring, Beneath yon poplar oft we pass'd the day: Let nymphs and sylvans cypress garlands bring : Oft on the rind I carved her amorous vows, Ye weeping Loves, the stream with myrtles hide, While she with garlands hung the bending boughs; And break your bows ås when Adonis died; . The garlands fade, the vows are worn away:. And with your golden darts, now useless grown, So dies my love, and so my hopes decay.
Inscribe a verse on this relenting stone; 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: 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 things yield returns but love? Their faded honours scatter'd on her bier.
Resound, ye hills, resound my mournful lay;' See where, on earth, the flowery glories lie; The shepherds cry, 'Thy flocks are left a prey.' With her they flourish'd, and with her they die. Ah! what avails it me the flocks to keep,
| Ah! what avail the beauties nature wore; Who lost my heart while I preserved my sheep? Fair Daphne's dead, and beauty is no more! Pan came, and ask'd, what magic caused my smart, | For her the flocks refuse their verdant food; Or what ill eyes malignant glances dart ?
The thirsty heifers shun the gliding flood : * What eyes but hers, alas, have power to move? The silver swans her hapless fate bemoan, And is there magic but what dwells in love? In notes more sad than when they sing their own:
Resound, 'ye hills, resound my mournful strains! In hollow cayes sweet Echo silent lies,
Thou wert from Etna's burning entrails torn, No rich perfumes refresh the fruitful field,
Resound, ye hills, resound my mournful lay! The balmy Zephyrs, silent since her death,
Thus sang the shepherds till the 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; i No more the birds shall imitate her lays,
Delight no more-0 Thou my voice inspire 5 Or, hush'd with wonder, hearken from the sprays : Who touch'd Isaiah's hallow'd lips with fire! No more the streams their murmurs shall forbear, | Rapt into future times, the bard begun : A sweeter music than their own to hear;
A Virgin shall conceive, a Virgin bear a Son. But tell the reeds, and tell the vocal shore,
From Jesse's root behold a branch arise,
Her fate is whisper'd by the gentle breeze, The ethereal spirit o'er its leaves shall move,
And in soft silence shed the kindly shower!
The sick3 and weak the healing plant shall aid, 15
Returning Justice' lift aloft her scale;
And white-robed Innocence from heaven descend. 20 Eternal beauties grace the shining scene,
Swift fly the years, and rise the expected morn! Fields ever fresh, and groves for ever green! Oh spring to light, auspicious Babe, be born! There, while you rest in amaranthine bowers, See, Nature hastes her earliest wreaths to bring, Or from those meads select unfading flowers, With all the incense of the breathing spring: Behold us kindly, who your name implore, See lofty Lebanon his head advance,
25 Daphne, our goddess, and our grief no more! . See nodding forests on the mountains dance: LYCIDAS.
See spicy clouds from lowly Saron rise,
(Hark! a glad voice the lonely desert cheers;
IMITATIONS. If teeming ewes increase my fleecy breed..
Ver. 8. A Virgin shall conceive--AJI crimes shall While plants their shade, or flowers their odours give. cease, &c.] Virg. Ecl. iv. ver. 6.
Jam redit et virgo, redeunt Saturnia regna,
Jam nova progenies colo demittitur alto.
Te duce, si qua maneant sceleris vestigia nostri, But see! Orion sheds unwholesome dews;
Irrita perpetuå solvent formidine terras
Pacatumque reget patriis virtutibus orbem. Arise, the pines a noxious shade diffuse;
Now the virgin returns, now the kingdom of Saturn Sharp Boreas blows, and Nature feels decay,
returns, now a new progeny is sent down from high hea. Time conquers all, and we must Time obey. ven By means of thee, whatever reliques of our crimes Adieu, ye vales, ye mountains, streams, and groves ;
remain, shall be wiped away, and free the world from
perpetual fears. He shall govern the earth in peace, Adieu, ye shepherd's rural lays and loves;
with the virtues of his father' Adieu, my flocks; farewell, ye sylvan crew:,
Isaiah, ch vii ver, 14.-Behold a Virgin shall conceive Daphne, farewell! and all the world, adieu!
and bear a Son. Chap. ix. ver 6, 7.--Unto us a child is born; unto us a Son is given; the Prince of Peace: of the increase of his government, and of his peace, there shall be no end: upon the throne of David, and upon his king
dom, to order and to establish it, with judgment and MESSIAH.
with justice, for ever and ever.' A sacred Eclogue in Imitation of Virgil's Pollio. Ver. 23. See, Nature hastes, &c.] Virg. Ecl iv. ver. 18.
At tibi prima, puer, nullo munuscula cultu,
Errantes hederas passim cum baccare tellus
Mixtaque ridenti colocasia fundet acanthoIn reading several passages of the prophet Isaiah, which
Ipsa tibi blandos fundent cunabula flores. foretell the coming of Christ, and the felicities attend
'For thee, O child, shall the earth, without being tilled, ing it, I could not but observe a remarkable parity be- lproduce her törly offerings; winding ivy, mixed with tween many of the thoughts, and those in the Pollio baccar, and colocassia with smiling acanthus. . Thy craof Virgil. This will not seem surprising when we re- dle shall pour forth pleasing flowers about thee. flect, that the eclogue was taken from a Sibylline pro- Isaiah, ch, XXXV. ver. 1.-'The wilderness and the phecy on the same subject. One may judge that Virg
solitary place shall be glad, and the desert shall rejoice
and blossom as the rose.' Ch Ix. ver. 13-The glory of did not copy it line for line; but selected such ideas as Lebanon shall come unto thee, the fir-tree, the pine-tree, best agreed with the nature of pastoral poetry, and and the box together, to beautify the place of ihy sanc. disposed them in that manner which served most totuary.' beautify his piece. I have endeavoured the same in Ver. 29. Hark! a glad voice, &c.] Virg. Ecl. iv. ver. 46 this imitation of him, though without admitting any Aggredere ô magnos (aderit jam tempus) honores, thing of my own; since it was written with this par.. Cara Deum soboles, magnum Jovis incrementum! ticular view, that the reader by comparing the several | Ecl. v. ver. 62. thoughts, might see how far the images and descriptions Ipsi lætitiâ voces ad sidera jactant of the prophetare superior to those of the poet. But as I Intonsi montes, ipsæ jam carmina rupes, fear I have prejudiced them by my management, I shall! Ipsa sonant arbusta, Deus, Deus ille, Menalca! subjoin the passages of Isaiah, and those of Virgil, un 'O come and receive the mighty honours: the time der the same disadvantage of a literal translation.
draws nigh, O beloved offspring of the gods! O great in
crease of Jove! The uncultivated mountains send shouts YE nymphs of Solyma! begin the song:
of joy to the stars; the very rocks sing in verse; the very
shrubs cry out, A God, a God!' To heavenly themes sublimer strains belong.
1 Isa. xi. ver. 1. The mossy fountains and the sylvan shades,
2 Ch. xlv. ver. 8. 3 Ch. xxv. ver 4.
4 Ch. ix, ver. 7. The dreams of Pindus and the Aonian maids,
5 Ch. xxxv. ver. 2. 6 Ch. xl. ver. 3, 4.
Both, doom'd alike, for sportive tyrants bled, WINDSOR FOREST. But, while the subject starved, the beast was fed.
Proud Nimrod first the bloody chase began, To the Right Honourable George Lord Lansdowne.
A mighty hunter, and his prey was man.
Our haughty Norman boasts that barbarous name, Non injussa cano: te nostrae, Vare, myrice.
And makes his trembling slaves the royal game. Te nemus omne canet; nec Phæbo gratior ulla est, The fields are ravish'd from the industrious swains, Quam sibi quæ Vari prescripsit pagina nomen.
From men their cities, and from gods their fanes : VIRGIL.
The levell’d towns with weeds lie cover'd o'er;
The hollow winds through naked temples roar; Thy forest, Windsor! and thy green retreats, Round broken columns clasping ivy twined; At once the Monarch's and the Muses' seats, O'er heaps of ruins stalk'd the stately hind; Invite my lays. Be present, sylvan maids!, The fox obscene to gaping tombs retires, Unlock your springs, and open all your shades. And savage howlings fill the sacred quires. Granville commands; your aid, O muses, bring! Awed by his nobles, by his commons curst, What muse for Granville can refuse to sing ? The oppressor ruled tyrannic where he durst,
The groves of Eden, vanish'd now so long, Stretch'd o'er the poor and church his iron rod,
The wanton victims of his sport remain.
At once the chaser, and at once the prey :
Lo Rufus, tugging at the deadly dart, And where, though all things differ, all agree. . Bleeds in the forest like a wounded hart. Here waving groves a chequer'd scene display, Succeeding monarchs heard the subjects' cries, And part admit, and part exclude the day;
Nor saw displeased the peaceful cottage rise. As some coy nymph her lover's warm address, Then gathering flocks on unknown mountains fed, Nor quite indulges, nor can quite repress.
O'er sandy wilds where yellow harvests spread, There, interspersed in lawns and opening glades, The forests wonder'd at the unusual grain, Thin trees arise that sun each other's shades. ' And secret transports touch'd the conscious swain. Here in full light the russet plains extend;
Fair Liberty, Britannia's goddess, rears There, wrapt in clouds, the blueish hills ascend. Her cheerful head, and leads the golden years. E'en the wild heath displays her purple dyes, Ye vigorous swains! while youth ferments your blood, And 'midst the desert, fruitful fields arise,
And purer spirits swell the sprightly flood, That, crown'd with tufted trees and springing corn, Now range the hills, the gameful woods beset, Like verdant isles the sable waste adorn.
Wind the shrill horn, or spread the waving net. Let India boast her plants, nor envy we
When milder autumn summer's heat succeeds, The weeping amber, or the balmy tree,
And in the new-shorn field the partridge feeds ; While by our oaks the precious loads are borne, Before his lord the ready spaniel bounds, And realms commanded which those trees adorn. Panting with hope, he tries the furrow'd grounds; Not proud Olympus yields a nobler sight,
But when the tainted gales the game betray, Though gods assembled grace his towering height. Couch'd close he lies, and meditates the prey: Than what more humble mountains offer here, Secure they trust the unfaithful field beset, Where, in their blessings, all those gods appear. Till hovering o'er them sweeps the swelling net. See Pan with flocks, with fruits Pomona crown'd, Thus (if small things we may with great compare) Here blushing Flora paints the enameli'd ground; When Albion sends her eager sons to war, Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand, Some thoughtless town, with ease and plenty bless'd, And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand; Near and more near, the closing lines invest; Rich industry sits smiling on the plains,
Sudden they seize the amazed, defenceless prize, And peace and plenty tell, a Stuart reigns. And high in air Britannia's standard flies. Not thus the land appear'd in ages past,
See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs, A dreary desert, and a gloomy waste,
And mounts exulting on triumphant wings: To savage beasts and savage laws a prey,
Short is his joy, he feels the fiery wound, And kings more furious and severe than they; Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground Who claim'd the skies, dispeopled air and floods, | Ah! what avails his glossy, varying dyes, The lonely lords of empty wilds and woods : His purple crest, and scarlet circled eyes, Cities laid waste, they storm'd the dens and caves | The vivid green his shining plumes unfold, (For wiser brutes were backward to be slaves.) His painted wings, and breast that flames with goid ? What could be free, when lawless beasts obey'd, Nor yet, when moist Arcturus clouds the sky, And e'en the elements a tyrant sway'd ?
| The woods and fields their pleasing toils deny. In vain kind seasons swellid the teeming grain; To plains with well-breathed beagles we repair, Soft showers distill'd, and suns grew warm in vain; And trace the mazes of the circling hare: The swain with tears his frustrate labour yields, (Beasts, urged by us, their fellow-beasts pursue, And, famish'd, dies amidst his ripen'd fields. And learn of man each other to undo :) What wonder then, a beast or subject slain
With slaughtering guns the unwearied fowler roves, Were equal crimes in a despotic reign?
TWhen frosts have whiten'd all the naked groves;