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This harmless grove no lurking viper hides,
But in my breast the ferpent Love abides.
Here bees from blossoms sip the rosy dew,
But your Alexis knows no sweets but you.
Oh deign to visit our forsaken seats,
The mossy fountains, and the green retreats!
Where'er you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade,
Trees, where you fit, shall croud into a shade:
Where'er you tread, the blushing flow'rs shall rise,
And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.
Oh! how I long with you to pass my days,
Invoke the Muses, and refound your praise!
Your praise the birds shall chant in ev'ry grove,
And winds shall waft it to the pow'rs above.
But would you fing, and rival Orpheus' strain,
The wond'ring forefts foon should dance again,

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The moving mountains hear the pow'rful call,
And headlong streams hang lift'ning in their fall!

But fee, the shepherds shun the noon-day heat, The lowing herds to murm'ring brooks retreat, 86 To

VER. 79, 80.

VARIATIONS.

Your praise the tuneful birds to heav'n shall bear,
And lift'ning wolves grow milder as they hear.

So the verses were originally written. But the author, young as he was, foon found the absurdity which Spenser himfelf overlooked, of introducing wolves into England. P.

IMITATIONS.

VER. 80. And winds shall waft, etc.]
Partem aliquam, venti, divûm referatis ad aures!

Virg. P.

To closer shades the panting flocks remove;
Ye Gods! and is there nc relief for Love?

But foon the fun with milder rays descends
To the cool ocean, where his journey ends :
On me love's fiercer flames for ever prey,
By night he scorches, as he burns by day.

90

VARIATIONS.

VER. 91. Me love inflames, nor will his fires allay. P.

IMITATIONS.

VER. 88. Ye Gods, etc.]

Me tamen urit amor, quis enim modus adfit amori?

Idem. P.

AUTUMN.

THE

THIRD PASTORAL,

OR

HYLAS and ÆGON.

To Mr. WYCHERLEY.

Eneath the shade a spreading Beech displays,

B Hylas and Egon fung their rural lays,

This mourn'd a faithless, that an absent Love,
And Delia's name and Doris fill'd the Grove.
Ye Mantuan nymphs, your facred succour bring; 5
Hylas and Egon's rural lays I fing.

Thou, whom the Nine with Plautus' wit inspire,
The art of Terence, and Menander's fire;

Whofe

This Paftoral confifts of two parts, like the viiith of

Virgil: The Scene, a Hill; the Time at Sun-fet.

P.

VER. 7. Thou, whom the Nine,] Mr. Wycherley, a famous Author of Comedies; of which the most celebrated were the Plain-Dealer and Country-Wife. He was a writer of infinite spirit, satire, and wit. The only objection made to him was that he had too much. However he was followed in the fame way by Mr. Congreve; tho' with a little more correctness. P.

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Whose sense instructs us, and whose humour charms,
Whose judgment sways us, and whose spirit warms!
Oh, skill'd in Nature! fee the hearts of Swains,
Their artless paffions, and their tender pains.
Now setting Phœbus shone ferenely bright,
And fleecy clouds were streak'd with purple light;
When tuneful Hylas with melodious moan,
Taught rocks to weep and made the mountains groan.
Go, gentle gales, and bear my fighs away!

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To Delia's ear, the tender notes convey.
As fome fad Turtle his lost love deplores,
And with deep murmurs fills the founding fiores;
Thus, far from Delia, to the winds I mourn,
Alike unheard, unpity'd, and forlorn.

Go, gentle gales, and bear my sighs along!
For her, the feather'd quires neglect their fong:
For her, the limes their pleasing shades deny;
For her, the lillies hang their heads and die.
Ye flow'rs that droop, forsaken by the spring,
Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to fing.
Ye trees that fade when autumn-heats remove,
Say, is not abfence death to those who love?

Go, gentle gales, and bear my sighs away;
Curs'd be the fields that caus'd my Delia's stay;
Fade ev'ry blossom, wither ev'ry tree,
Die ev'ry flow'r, and perish all, but the.
What have I said? where'er my Delia flies,
Let spring attend, and fudden flow'rs arife;
Let op'ning roses knotted oaks adorn,
And liquid amber drop from ev'ry thorn.

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VER. 37.

Aurea dura

Mala

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Go, gentle gales, and bear my sighs along! The birds shall cease to tune their ev'ning song, 40 The winds to breathe, the waving woods to move, And streams to murmur, c'er I cease to love. Not bubling fountains to the thirsty swain, Not balmy fleep to lab'rers faint with pain, Not show'rs to larks, or fun-fhine to the bee, Are half so charming as thy fight to me.

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Go, gentle gales, and bear my fighs away! Come, Delia, come; ah why this long delay ? Thro' rocks and caves the name of Delia founds, Delia, each cave and echoing rock rebounds. Ye pow'rs, what pleasing frenzy sooths my mind! Do lovers dream, or is my Delia kind? She comes, my Delia comes!-Now cease my lay, And cease, ye gales, to bear my fighs away!

Next Ægon sung, while Windfor groves admir'd; Rehearse, ye Muses, what yourselves infpir'd. 56 Resound, ye hills, refound my mournful strain! Of perjur'd Doris, dying I complain:

VARIATIONS.

VER. 48. Originally thus in the MS.

With him thro' Libya's burning plains I'll go,
On Alpine mountains tread th' eternal snow;
Yet feel no heat but what our loves impart,
And dread no coldness but in Thyrfis' heart.

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Mala ferant quercus; narcisso floreat alnus, Pinguia corticibus fudent electra myrica. Virg. Ecl. viii. P. VER. 43, etc.]

Quale sopor fefsis in gramine, quale per astum

Dulcis aquæ faliente fitim reftinguere rivo. Ecl. v. P. VER.52. An qui amant, ipfi fibi fomnia fingunt? Id. viii. P.

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