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Now fleeping flocks on their soft fleeces lie, §
his friend to do the fame, as appears from one of his Letters, dated Sept. 9, 1706. "Your last Eclogue being on the fame "subject with mine on Mrs. Tempest's death, I should take it *' very kindly in you to give it a little turn, as if it were to the "memory of the fame lady," Her death having happened on the night of the great storm in 170:,, gave a propriety to this eclogue, which in its general turn alludes to it. The scene of the Pastoral lies in a grove, the time at midnight. P.
Ver. 9. shine with silver frojl,] The image is a fine one, but improperly placed. The idea he would raise is the defor~ mity of Winter, as appears by the following line: but this imagery contradicts it. It should have been—glare with hoary fr-ojt, or some such expression: the same inaccuracy, in ^31, where he uses pearls, when he should have said roan.
Im I T A TIQNS.
VSR. I J. Thames heard etc.]
Audiit Eurotas, juffitque edisecre lauros, Virg. P.'
And swell the future harvest of the field.
Begin; this charge the dying Daphne gave,
A-nd said, "Ye shepherds, sing around my grave!"
Sing, while beside the shaded tomb I mourn,
Apd with fresh bays her rural shrine adorn. 20
Ye gentle Muses, leave your crystal spring,Let Nymphs and Sylvans cypress garlands bring; Ye weeping Loves, the stream with myrtles hide, And break your bows, as when Adonis dy'd$ And with your golden darts, now useless grown, Inscribe a verse on this relenting stone: 26
"Let nature change, let heav'n and earth deplore, "Fair Daphne's dead, and love is now no more!
'Tis done, and nature's various charms decay, See gloomy clouds obscure the chearful day! •.
Ver. 23, 24,25.
Inducite fontibus umbras —
Now hung with pearls the dropping trees appear,
Fair Daphne's dead, and beauty is no more!
For her the flocks refuse their verdant food, The thirsty heifers shun the gliding flood, The silver swans her hapless fate bemoan, In notes more sad than when they sing their ownIn hollow caves sweet Echo silent lies, 41 Silent, or only to her name replies; Her name with pleasure once she taught the shore, Now Daphne's dead, and pleasure is no more 1
No grateful dews descend from ev'ning skies,
Th'industrious bees neglect their golden stor«!
No more the mounting larks, while Daphne sings, Shall Ust'ning in mid air suspend their wings;
No more thebirds shall imitate her lays,'. ££
Or hustYd with wonder, hearken from the sprays;
Her fate is whisper'd by the gentle breeze,
Swell'd with new passion, and o'erflows with tears; The winds and trees and floods her death deplore, Daphne, our grief! our glory now no more!
But see! where Daphne wond'ring mounts on high Above the clouds, above the starry sky! 70
Eternal beauties grace the shining scene,
IMIT AT IONS,. - :•:;
Ver. 69, 70, miratur Iimen Olympi, • . •
Sub pedibusijue videt nubes ?t fydera PapKiiiS. Vtfg* P
Behold us kindly, who your name implore, y c,
Such silence waits on Philomela's strains,
While vapours rile, and driving snows descend,
Scpe tener nostris ab ovilibus imbuet agnus. Virg. P. Ver. 86. solet else gravis cantantibus umbra,
Juniperi gravis umbra. Virg. P.
Vir. 88. Time conquers ally etc,
Omnia vincit amor, et nos cedamus amori. Vid. etiam Sannazarii Eel, et Spencer's Calendar.