As in the cryftal spring I view my face,

huhes paint the watery glass; hfice bole graces pleate thy eyes no more, the fountains which I fought before. I was skill'd in ev'ry herb that grew,

3.

ry plant that drinks the morning dew; wretched fhepherd, what avails thy art, Set by lambs, but not to heal thy heart! wains attend the rural care, focks, or richer fleeces fhear: yon mountain let me tune my lays, Love,and bind my brows with bays. mine which Colin's tuneful breath when living, and bequeath'd in death: Alexis, take this pipe, the fame the groves my Rofalinda's name: e reeds thall hang on yonder tree, eat, fince defpis'd by thee.

I made by fome transforming pow'r e bird that fings within thy bow'r! t my voice thy lift'ning ears employ, thote kifles he receives enjoy.

et my numbers please the rural throng,
tyrs dance, and Pan applauds the fong:
hs, forfaking ev'ry cave and fpring,
my fruit and milk-white turtles bring:
as nymph prefers her gifts in vain,
her gifts are all beftow'd again.
the fwains the fairest flow'rs design,
A garland all their beauties join:
the wreath which you deferve alone,
a beauties are compris'd in one.
at delights in fylvan fcenes appear!
g gods have found Elyfium here.
right Venus with Adonis ftray'd,
Diana haunts the foreft-shade.

ely nymph, and blefs the filent hours,
is from thearing feek their nightly

They reapers quit the fultry field,
and with corn theirthankstoCeresyield.
kis grove no fucking viper hides,
2 breaft the ferpent love abides,
te from blossoms fip the rofy dew,
Alexis knows no fweets but you.
to vifit our forfaken feats,

ytountains, and the green retreats!
e you walk, cool gales fhall fan the glade,
~ere you fit, fhall crowd into a fhade:
er you tread, the blufhing flow'rs fhall

things flourish where you turn your eyes.

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 fcorches, as he burns by day.

PASTORAL III. AUTUMN.

Addreffed to Mr. Wycherley.

BENEATH the fhade a fpreading beech displays
Hylas and Egon fung their rural lays:
This mourn'd a faithlefs, that an abfent Love;
And Delia's name and Doris' fill'd the grove.
Ye Mantuan nymphs, your facred fuccourbring,
Hylas and gon's rural lays I fing.

Thou, whom the Nine with Plautus' wit in-
The art of Terence, and Menander's fire; [fpire,
Whose sense inftructs us, and whofe humour
charms,
[warms!
Whofe judgment fways us, and whofe fpirit
Oh, fkill'd in nature! fee the hearts of fwains,
Their artlefs paffions, and their tender pains.

Now fetting Phoebus fhone ferenely bright,
And fleecy clouds were ftreak 'dwithpurplelight;
When tuneful Hylas with melodious moan
Taught rocks to weep, and made the mountains
groan.

Go gentle gales, and bear my fighs away!
To Delia's ear the tender notes convey.
As fome fad Turtle his loft love deplores,
And with deep murmurs fills thefounding fhores;
Thus, far from Delia, to the winds I mourn,
Alike unheard, unpitied, and forlorn.

Go, gentle gales, and bear my fighs along!
For her, the feather'd choirs neglect their fong;
For her, the limes their pleafing fhades deny,
For her, the lilies bang their heads and die.
Ye flow'rs that droop, forfaken by the spring;
Ye birds that, left by fummer, ceafe 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 fighs away!
Curs'd be the fields that caufe my Delia's stay
Fade ev'ry bloffom, wither ev'ry tree,
Die ev'ry flow'r, and perifh all but the!
What have I faid? where'er my Delia flies,
Let fpring attend, and fudden flow'rs arife;
Let op'ning rofes knotted oaks adorn,
And liquid amber drop from ev'ry thorn.

Go, gentle gales, and bear my fighs along!
The birds fhall ceafe to tune their ev'ning fong,
The winds tobreathe, the waving woods to move,
And ftreams to murmur ere I cease to love.
Not bubbling fountains to the thirsty swain,
Not balmy fleep to lab'rers faint with pain,
Not fhow'rs to larks, or funfhine to the bee,
Are half fo charming as thy fight to me.

I long with you to pass my days, the Mules, and refound your praife! ide the birds fhall chant in ev'ry grove, winds thall waft it to the pow'rs above. ald you fing, and rival Orpheus' ftrain, Go, gentle gales, and bear my fighs away! eding foreits foon fhould dance again. Come, Delia, come; ah, why this long delay? ing mountains hear the pow'rful call, Thro' rocks and caves the name of Delia founds: adftreams hang lift'ning in their fall! Delia, each cave and echoing rock rebounds. see, the thepherds thun the noon-day heat, Ye pow'rs, what pleafing phrenzy fooths my *berds to murm'ring brooks retreat; Do lovers dream, or is my Delia kind? [mind! thades the panting flocks remove; She comes, my Delia comes! Now cea'e, my lay; And ceafe, ye gales, to bear my fighs away!

5- and is there no relief for Love?

Next Egon fung, while Windfor groves,ad-Thames heard the numbers, as he flow'd a
And bade his willows learn the moving fo

mir'd;
Rehearse, ye Mufes, what yourselves infpir'd.
Refound, ye hills, refound my mournful strain!
Of perjur'd Doris, dying I complain :
Here, where the mountains, lefs'ning as they rife,
Lofe the low vales, and fteal into the skies;
While lab'ring oxen fpent with toil and heat,
In their loofe traces from the field retreat;
While curling fmokes from village tops are feen,
And the fleet fhades glide o'er the dulky green.
Refound, ye hills, refound my mournful lay!
Beneath yon poplar oft we pafs'd the day:
Oft on the rind I carv'd her am'rous vows,
While the withgarlandshungthebendingboughs.
The garlands fade, the vows are worn away;
So dies her love, and fo my hopes decay.
Refound, ye Lills,refound my mournful ftrain!
Now bright Arcturus glads the teeming grain,
Now golden fruits on loaded branches thine,
And grateful clusters fwell with floods of wine;
Now blufhing berries paint the yellow grove;
Juft gods! fhall all things yield returns but love?
Refound, ye hills, refound my mournful lay!
The fhepherds cry, "Thy flocks are left a prey."
Ah! what avails it me the flocks to keep,
Who loft my heart while I preferv'd my theep?
Pan came, and afk'd what magic caus'd my fmart,
Or what ill eyes malignant glances dart?
What eyes but hers, alas! have pow'r to move?
And is there magic but what dwells in love?
Refound, ye hills, refound mymournfultrains!
I'll fly from thepherds, flocks, and flow'ry plains.
From thepherds,flocks,and plains, I may remove,
Forfake mankind, and all the world-but Love!
I know thee, Love! on foreign mountains bred,
Wolves gave thee fuck, and favage tigers fed:
Thou wert from Etna's burning entrails torn,
Got by fierce whirlwinds, and in thunder born!
Refound, ye hills, refound my mournfullay!
Farewell, ye woods! adieu, the light of day!
One leap from yonder cliff fhall end my pains:
No more, ye hills, no more refound my strains!
Thus fung the fhepherds till th'approachofnight
The skies yet bluthing with departing light;
When falling dews withfpanglesdeck'dtheglade,
And the low fun had lengthen'd ev'ry fhade.
PASTORAL IV. WINTER.
To the Memory of Mrs. Tempeft.

LYCIDAS.

THYRSIS, the mufic of that murm'ring fpring
Is not fo mournful as the trains you fing;
Nor rivers winding thro' the vales below
So fweetly warble, or so smoothly flow.
Now fleeping flocks on their foft fleeces lie,
The moon, ferene in glory, mounts the sky,
While filent birds forget their tuneful lays,
Oh fing of Daphine's fate and Daphne's praife!

THYRSIS.

Behold the groves that shine with filver froft,
Their beauty wither'd, and their verdure loft.
Here fhall I try the sweet Alexis' strain,
That call'd the lift'ning Dryads to the plain!

LYCIDAS.

So may kind rains their vital moisture yi And fwell the future harveft of the field. Begin; this charge the dying Daphne garl And faid, 'Ye thepherds, fing around my g Sing, while befide the fhaded tomb I mou And with fresh bays her rural fhrine adora.com

THYRSIS.

Ye gentle Mufes, leave your crystal spow'r
Let Nymphs and Sylvans cyprefs garlandsl
Ye weeping Loves, the ftream with myrtles
And break your bows as when Adonis di
And with your golden darts, now useless g
Infcribe a verfe on this relenting stone:
"Let nature change, let heaven and earth de
"Fair Daphne's dead, and love is now no m

'Tis done, and nature's various charms
See gloomy clouds obfcure the cheerful d
Now hung with pearls the dropping trees a
Their faded honours scatter'd on her bier
See where on earth the flow'ry glories lie
With her they flourish'd, and with herth
Ah, what avail the beauties nature wore
Fair Daphne's dead, and beauty is no m

For her the flocks refufe their verdant !"
The thirsty heifers fhun the gliding floor
The filver fwans her hapless fate bemoan
In notes more fad than when they fing thei
In hollow caves fweet Echo filent lies,
Silent, or only to her name replies;
Her name with pleasure once the taught the
Now Daphne 's dead, and pleasure is no

No grateful dews defcend from ev'ning
Nor morning odours from the flow'rs ari
No rich perfumes refresh the fruitful fiel
Nor fragrant herbs their native incense y
The balmy Zephyrs, filent fince her deat
Lament the ceafing of a fweeter breath;
Th' induftrious bees neglect their golden
Fair Daphne's dead, and fweetness is no
Nomorethemountinglarks, while Daphne
Shall, lift'ning in mid air, fufpend their wi
No more the birds thall imitate her lays,
Or, hufh'd with wonder, hearken from the f
No more the ftreams their murmurs fhall for
A fweeter mufic than their own to hear;
But tell the reeds, and tell the vocal hor.
Fair Daphne's dead, and mufic is no mort

Her fate is whifper'd by the gentle bree And told in fighs to all the trembling tre The trembling trees, in ev'ry plain and w Her fate re-murmur to the filver flood; The filver flood, fo lately calm, appears Swell'd with new paffion,ando'erflows with The winds, andtrees,andfloods,herdeathdej Daphne, our grief, our glory now no more

But fee! where Daphne wond'ring mout Above the clouds, above the ftarry sky! [ Eternal beauties grace the fhining scene, Fields ever freth, and groves for ever gre

T

There, wit you reft in amaranthinè bow'rs,

meads felect unfading flow`rs, atly, who your name implore, or goddefs, and our grief no more!

LYCIDAS.

things liften while thy Mufe complains! fience waits on Philomela's rains

Ellevaing, when the whi pring breeze the leaves, and dies upon the trees. hight goddefs, oft a lamb fhall bleed, exes increafe my fleecy breed. [give, Was their thade, or flow'rs their odours I, thy honour, and thy praife fhall live!

kription, and look green in fong: my breaft infpir'd with equal flame, beauty, fhould be like in fame. and vales, the woodland and the plain, and water feem to ftrive again! ke, together crush'd and bruis'd, Se world, harmoniously confus'd: ender in variety we see,

[See Pan with flocks,with fruits Pomona crown'd;
Here blufhing Flora paints th' enamell'd ground,
Here Ceres' gifts in waving profpect stand,
And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand;
Rich Industry fits fmiling on the plains,
And peace and plenty tell, a Stuart reigns.
Not thus the land appear'd in ages paft,
A dreary defert, and a gloomy waste;
To favage beafts and favage laws a prey;
Who claim'd the fkies, difpeopled air and floods,
And kings more furious and fevere than they;
The lonely lords of empty wilds and woods:
Cities laid wafte, they ftorm'd the dens and caves
(For wifer brutes were backward to be flaves),
What could be free, when lawless beafts obey'd,
And ev'n the elements a tyrant fway'd?
In vain kind seasons fwell'd the teeming grain,
Soft fhow'rs diftill'd,and funs grew warm in vain;
The fwain with tears his fruftrate labour yields,
And famith'd dies amidst his ripen'd fields.
What wonder then, a beaft or fubject flain
Were equal crimes in a defpotic reign?
Both doom'd alike for fportive tyrants bled;
But while the subject ftarv`d, the beaft was fed.
Proud Nimrod first the bloody chace began;
A mighty hunter, and his prey was man:
Our haughtyNorman boasts that barb'rous name,
And makes his trembling flaves the royal game.
Thefields are ravish'd from th' induftriousfwains.
From men their cities, and from gods their fanes;
The levell'd towns with weeds lie cover'd o'er;
The hollow winds thro' naked temples roar;
Round broken columns clafping ivy twin'd;
O'er heaps of ruin ftalk'd the stately hind;
The fox obfcene to gaping tombs retires;
And favage howlings fill the facred quires.
Aw'd by his nobles, by his commons curft,
Th' oppreffor rul'd tyrannic where he durft;
Stretch'd o'er the poor and church his iron rod,
And ferv'd alike his vaffals and his God.
Whom ev'n the Saxon fpar'd, and bloody Dane,
The wanton victims of his fport remain.
But fee, the man who fpacious regions gave
A waite for beafts, himself denied a grave!
Stretch'd on the lawn his fecond hope furvey,
At once the chafer, and at once the prey:
Lo! Rufus, tugging at the deadly dart,
Bleeds in the foreft like a wounded hart.
Succeeding monarchs heard the fubject's cries,
Nor faw difpleas'd the peaceful cottage rife.
Thengath'ringflockson unknownmountains fed;
O'er fandy wilds were yellow harvests spread;
The forefts wonder'd at the unufual grain,
And fecret tranfport touch'd the consciousfwain.
Fair Liberty, Britannia's Goddess, rears
Her cheerful head, and leads the golden years.

, tho' all things differ, all agree. Tag groves a chequer'd scene display, admit, and part exclude the day; coy nymph her lover's warm addrefs eindulges, nor can quite reprefs. pers'd in lawns and op'ning glades, ife that thun each other's fhades: l light the ruffet plains extend; rapt in clouds, the bluish hills afcend. wild heath displays her purple dyes, it the defert fruitful fields arife, "'d withtufted trees and fringingcorn, verdant les, the fable wafte adorn. La boaft her plants, nor envy we *ping amber or the balmy tree, yoaks the precious loads are borne, commanded which thofe trees adorn. nd proud Olympus yields a nobler fight,

embled grace his tow ring height, what more humble mountains offer here, en, in war bleffings, all thofe gods appear.

Ye vig'rous fwains! while youth ferments your Andpurerfpirits fwell the fprightly flood, [blood, Now range the hills, the gameful woods befet, Wind the thrill horn, or Ipread the waving net. When milder autumn fummer's heat fucceeds, And in the new-fhorn field the partridge feeds, Before his lord the ready fpaniel bounds, Panting with hope, he tries the furrow'dgrounds;

But

But when the tainted gales the game betray,
Couch'd close he lies, and meditates the prey:
Secure they trust th' unfaithful field beset,
Tail hov'ring o'er 'em fweeps the fwelling net.
Thus (iffmall things we may with great compare)
When Albion fends her eager fons to war,
Some thoughtless town, with cafe and plentybieft,
Near, and more near, the closing lines inveft;
Sudden they feize th' amaz'd, defenceless prize,
And high in air Britannia's ftandard flies.

See! from the brake the whirring pheafant
fprings,

And mounts exulting on triumphant wings:
Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound,
Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground.
Ah! what avail his gloffy, varying dyes,
His purpled creft and fcarlet-circled eyes,
The vivid green his thining plumes unfold,
His painted wings, and breaft that flames with
gold!

Whose care, like hers, protects the fylvan rei
The earth's fait light, and Emprefs of the ma
Here too, 'tis fung of old Diana ftray'd,
And Cynthus' top forfook for Windfor-tha
Here was the feen o'er airy waftes to rove,
Seek the clear fpring, or haunt the pathlefs gr
Here arm'd with filver bows, in early dawr
Her bufkin'd Virgins trac`d the dewy lawn

Above the rest a rural nymph was fam'd
Thy offspring, Thames! the fair Lodona na
(Lodona's fate, in long oblivion caft,
The Mufe fhall fing, and what the fings fhall
Scarce could the goddefs from her nymph
known,

But by the crefcent, and the golden zone.
She fcorn'd the praife of beauty, and the ca
A belt her waift, a fillet binds her hair;
A pointed quiver on her thoulder founds,
And with her dart the flying deer the wour
It chanc'd, as, eager of the chace, the maid
Nor yet, when moit Ar&turus clouds the fky, Beyond the foreft's verdant limits ftray'd,
The woods and fields their pleafing toils deny. Pan faw and lov'd; and, burning with defi
To plains with well-breath'd beagles we repair, Purfu'd her flight; her flight increas'd his
And trace the mazes of the circling hare: Not half fo fwift the trembling doves can f
(Beafts, urg'd by us, their fellow beats purfue, When the fierce eagle cleaves the liquid
And learn of man each other to undo): [roves, Not half fo fwiftly the fierce eagle moves,
With flaught'ring guns th' unwearied fowler When thro' the clouds he drives the trem
When frofts have whiten'd all the naked groves;
Where doves in flocks the leaflefs trees o'erfhade, As from the god fhe flew with furious par
And lonely woodcocks haunt the wat'ry glade.
He lifts the tube, and levels with his eye;
Straight a fhort thunder breaks the frozen fky:
Oft, as in airy rings they kim the heath,
The clam'rous lapwings feel the leaden death;
Oft, as the mounting larks their notes prepare,
They fall, and leave their little lives in air.

In genial fpring, beneath the quiv'ring thade,
Where cooling vapours breathe along the mead,
The patient fither takes his filent stand,
Intent, his angle trembling in his hand:
With looks unmov'd he hopes the fcaly breed,
And eyes the dancing cork and bending reed,
Our plenteous ftreams a various race fupply:
The bright-eyed perch, with fins of Tyrian dye;
The filver eel, in thining volumes roll'd;
The yellow carp, in fcales bedropt with gold;
Swift trouts, divertified with crimfon itains;
And pikes, the tyrants of the wat'ry plains.

Now Cancer glows with Phoebus' fiery car;
The youth ruth eager to the fylvan war,
Swarm o'er the lawns, the foreft walks furround,
Roufe the fleet hart, and cheer the opening hound.
Th' impatient courfer pants in every vein,
And pawing feems to beat the diftant plain:
His, vales, and floods, appear already crofs'd,
And ere he itarts a thousand steps are loft.
See the bold youth train up the threat ning teep,
Kuth thro' the thickets, down the valley fweep,
Hang o'er their courfers' heads with eager fpeed,
And earth rolls back beneath the flying steed.
Let old Arcadia boast her ample plain,
Th' immortal huntress, and her virgin-train;
Nor envy, Windfor! fince thy thades have deen
A blight a Goddets, and as chate a Queen:

doves;

Or as the god more furious urg'd the cha
Now fainting, finking, pale, the nymph app
Now clofe behind his founding steps the he
And now his fhadow reach'd her as the ri
His thadow lengthen'd by the setting fun
And now his fhorter breath, with fultry
Pants on her neck, and fans her parting h
In vain on father Thames the ealls for id
Nor could Diana help her injur'd maid.
Faint, breathlefs, thus the pray'd, nor pray
vain-

"Ah Cynthia! ah-tho' banish'd from thy
"Let me, O let me, to the shades repair,
"My native fhades-there weep, and mu
She lay, and melting as in tears the lay, [th
In a foft silver stream diffolv'd away.
The filver ftream her virgin coldness keeps,
For ever murmurs, and for ever weeps;
Still bears the name the hapless virgin bore
And bathes the foreft where the rang'd bet
In her chafte current oft the goddess laves
And with celeftial tears augments the way
Oft in her glafs the mufing thepherds fpie
Theheadlong mountains and thedownwardi
The wat ry landskip of the pendent woods
And abfent trees that tremble in the flood
In the clear azure gleam the flocks are fee
And floating forefts paint the waves with gr
Thro' the fair scene roll flow the ling`ringftre
Then foaming pour along, and rush int

Thames.

Thou, too, great father of the British floo With joyful pride furvey'ft our lofty wood Where tow'ring oaks their growing honours And future navies on thy thores appear:

t regn favours, and his country loves: Ali, who to thefe fhades retires, Mature charms, and whom the Mufe es;

theer joys of home felt quiet pleafe, tudy, exercife, and ease.

alth from herbs the forefts yields, or fragrant phyfic fpoils the fields; ic arts exalts the min'ral pow'rs, the aromatic fouls of flow'rs:

the courfe of rolling orbs on high; worlds now travels with his eye; writ unlocks the learned ftore, dead and lives paft ages o'er : ag thonghtful in the filent wood, the duties of the wife and good, Have a mean, but to himself a friend, ature, and regard his end; aven with more than mortal eyes, afe foal expatiate in the skies, kindred ftars familiar roam, egion, and confefs her home! elife great Scipio once admir'd; cs, and Trumbal thus, retir'd.

nine! that all my foul poffefs, arres fire me, and whofe vifions blefs. bear me to fequester'd scenes, razes, and furrounding greens ; sharks which fragrant breezes fill, Mufes fport on Cooper's Hill eHill eternal wreaths fhall grow, e mountain, or while Thames fhall confecrated walks to rove, [flow) Bu die along the grove:

ound, I roam from shade to fhade,
poets venerable made:

'Tis yours, my Lord, to blefs our foft retreats,
And call the Mufes to their ancient feats;
To paint anew the flow'ry fylvan fcenes,
To crown the forests with immortal greens,
Make Windfor hills in lofty numbers rife,
And lift her turrets nearer to the skies;
To fing thofe honours you deserve to wear,
And add new luftre to her filver ftar.
Here noble Surrey felt the facred rage,
Surrey, the Granville of a former age:
Matchlefs his pen, victorious was his lance,
Bold in the lifts, and graceful in the dance:
In the fame fhades the Cupids tun'd his lyre,
To the fame notes of love, and foft defire:
Fair Geraldine, bright object of his vow,
Then fill'd the groves, as heavenly Mira now.

bys majestic Denham fung;
numbers flow'd from Cowley's

what tears the river shed,
pomp along his banks were led!
wans on ev'ry note expire,
Allows hung each Mufe's lyre.
atiefsitopp'd theirheavenly voice,
reits ring, or groves rejoice;
charm the fhades where Cowley

, and lofty Denham fung?
proves rejoice, the foreft rings!
? or is it Granville fings?

Oh wouldst thou fing what heroes Windfor

bore,
Whatkings firft breath'd upon her winding fhore;
Or raife old warriors, whofe ador'd remains
In weeping vaults her hallow'd earth contains;
With Edward's acts adorn the fhining page,
Stretch his long triumphs down thro' ev'ry age;
Draw monarchschain'd,and Creffi'sgloriousfield,
The lilies blazing on the regal shield:
Then, from her roofs when Verrio's colours fall,
And leave inanimate the naked wall,
Still in thy fong fhould vanquith'd France appear,
And bleed for ever under Britain's fpear."

Let fofter ftrains ill-fated Henry mourn,
And palms eternal flourish round his urn.
Here o'er the Martyr King the marble weeps,
And, faft befide him, once-fear'd Edward fleeps:
Whom not th' extended Albion could contain,
From old Belerium to the northern main,
The grave unites: where e'en the great find reft,
And blended lie th' oppreffor and th' oppreft.

Make facred Charles's tomb for ever known
(Obfcure the place, and uninscrib'd the stone).
Oh fact accurs'd! what tears has Albion fhed!
Heavens! what new wounds! and how her old
have bled!

She faw her fons with purple deaths expire,
Her facred domes involv'd in rolling fire,
A dreadful feries of inteftine wars,
Inglorious triumphs, and difhoneft fcars.
At length great Anna faid-Let difcord ceafe !'
She faid, the world obey'd, and all was peace!

In that bleft moment from his oozy bed
Old father Thames advanc'd his rev'rend head;
His treffes dropp'd with dews,and o'er the stream
His thining horns diffus'd a golden gleam :
Grav'd on his urn appear'd the moon, that guides
His fwelling waters and alternate tides;
The figur'd streams in waves of filver roll'd,
And on their banks Augufta rofe in gold;
Around his throne the fea-born brothers flood,
Who fwell with tributary urns his flood;
Firft, the fam'd authors of his ancient name,
The winding Ifis, and the fruitful Thame;
The Kennet fwift, for filver eels renown'd;
The Loddon flow, with verdant alders crown'd;
Cole, whofe clear streams his flow'ry iflands lave
And chalky Wey, that rolls a milky wave:

The