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Whose fense instructs us, and whose humour charms,
Go, gentle gales, and bear my sighs av
Go, gentle gales, and bear my fighs along!
Go, gentle gales, and bear my fighs away;
Go, gentle gales, and bear my sighs along ! The birds shall cease to tune their ev'ning song, 46 The winds to breathe, the waving woods to move, And streams to murmur, e'er I cease to love: Not bubling fountains to the thirsty fwain, Not balmy sleep to lab’rers faint with pain, Not show'rs to larks, or fun-fhine to the bee, 45 Are half so charming as thy fight to me.
Go, gentle gales, and bear my sighs away ! Come, Delia, come ; ah why this long delay ? Thro’ rocks and caves the name of Delia sounds, Delia, each cave and echoing rock rebounds. 50 Ye pow’rs, what pleasing frenzy fooths 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 Windsor groves admir'd; ; Rehearse, ye Muses, what yourselves inspir’d. ,
56 Resound, ye hills, resound my mournful strain! Of perjur'd Doris, dying I complain :
With him thro’ Libya's burning plains I'll go,
Pinguir corticibus fudent eletira myrica. Virg. Ecl. viii. P. Ver. 43, etc.)
Quale sopor felis in gramine, quale per allum
Duleis oquæ saliente fitim resiinguere rivo. Ecl. v. P. VER:52. An qui amant, ipfi fibi fomnio fingunt? Id. viii. P.
Here where the mountains less'ning as they rise
Resound, ye hills, resound my mournful lay! 65
Resound, ye hills, resound my mournful strain!
Resound, ye hills, resound my mournful lay!
“ Thy flocks are left a prey-
Ver. 74. And grateful clufiers, etc.] The scene is in
Resound, ye hills, resound my mournful strains ! I'll fly from shepherds, flocks, and flow'ry plains. From shepherds, flocks, and plains, I may remove, Forsake mankind, and all the world - but love! I know thee, Love! on foreign Mountains bred, Wolves gave thee fuck, and savage Tigers fed. 90 Thou wert from Ætna's burning entrails torn, Got by fierce whirlwinds, and in thunder born!
Resound, ye hills, resound my mournful lay! Farewell, ye woods, adieu the light of day! One leap from yonder cliff shall end my pains, 95 No more, ye hills, no more resound
strains ! Thus sung the shepherds till th’approach of night, The skies yet blushing with departing light, When falling dews with spangles deck'd the glade, And the low sun had lengthen’d ev'ry shade.
VER. 98, 100.) There is a little inaccuracy here; the fult line makes the time after sun-set; the second, before.
IMITATIONS. Ver. 89. Nunc fcio quid fit Amor : duris in cotibus illum, etc,
L Y CIDAS.
Is not so mournful as the strains you sing.
Winter.] This was the Poet's favourite Pastoral.
Mrs. Tempef.] This Lady was of an ancient family in Yorkshire, and particularly admired by the Author's friend Mr. Walsh, who, having celebrated her in a Pastoral Ele. gy, desired his friend to do the same, as appears from one of his Letters, dated Sept. 9, 1706. “ Your last-Eclogue
“ being IMITATIONS. Ver. 1. Thyrsis, the music, etc.]
'Adó ti, etc. Theocr. Id. i.