Ah wretched fhepherd, what avails thy art,

To cure thy lambs, but not to heal thy heart!

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Let other fwains attend the rural care, Feed fairer flocks, or richer fleeces fheer: But nigh yon mountain let me tune my lays, Embrace my Love, and bind my brows with bays. That flute is mine which Colin's tuneful breath Infpir'd when living, and bequeath'd in death: 40 He faid; Alexis, take this pipe, the fame That taught the groves my Rofalinda's name : But now the reeds fhall hang on yonder tree, For ever filent, fince defpis'd by thee. Oh! were I made by fome transforming pow'r 45 The captive bird that fings within thy bow'r! Then might my voice thy lift'ning ears employ, And I those kiffes he receives enjoy.

And yet my numbers please the rural throng, Rough Satyrs dance, and Pan applauds the fong: The Nymphs, forfaking ev'ry cave and spring, 51 Their early fruit, and milk-white turtles bring! Each am'rous nymph prefers her gifts in vain, On you their gifts are all beflow'd again.

IMITATIONS.

VER. 40. bequeath'd in death, ett.] Virg. Ecl. ii.
Eft mihi difparibus feptem compacta cicutis
Fiftula, Damotas dono mihi quam dedit olim,
Et dixit moriens, Te nunc habet ifta fecundum. P

For the fwains the fairest flow'rs defign, 55

you

And in one garland all their beauties join ;
Accept the wreath which you deferve alone,
In whom all beauties are compriz'd in one.

See what delights in fylvan scenes appear!
Defcending Gods have found Elyfium here. 60
In woods bright Venus with Adonis ftray'd,
And chafte Diana haunts the forest-shade.
Come, lovely nymph, and bless the filent hours,
When fwains from theering feek their nightly
bow'rs;

When weary reapers quit the fultry field,

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And crown'd with corn their thanks to Ceres

yield.

This harmless grove no lurking viper hides,

But in my breast the serpent Love abides.

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Here bees from bloffoms fip the tofy dew,
But your Alexis knows no sweets but you.
Oh deign to visit our forfaken seats,
The moffy fountains, and the green retreats!
Where'er you walk, cool gales fhall fan the glade,
Trees, where you fit, fhall croud into a shade:

IMITATION S.

VER. 60. Defcending Gods have found Elyfium here.]
Habitarunt Di quoque fylvas-Virg.

Et formofus oves ad flumina pavit Adonis. Idem. P.

Where'er you tread, the blushing flow'rs fhall

rife,

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 fhall chant in ev'ry grove, And winds shall waft it to the pow'rs above. 80 But would you fing, and rival Orpheus' strain, The wond'ring forests soon should dance again, The moving mountains hear the pow'rful call, And headlong streams hang lift'ning in their fall! But fee, the fhepherds fhun the noon-day

heat, 85 The lowing herds to murm'ring brooks retreat, To closer shades the panting flocks remove; Ye Gods! and is there no relief for Love?

VER. 79, 80.

VARIATIONS.

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

So the verfes were originally written. But the author, young as he was, foon found the abfurdity which Spenfer himself overlooked, of introducing wolves into England. P.

IMITATIONS.

VER. 80. And winds fhall waft, etc.]

Partem aliquam, venti, divûm referatis ad aures !

VER. 88. Ye Gods, etc.]

Virg. P.

Idem. P.

Me tamen urit amor, quis enim modus adfit amori?

But foon the fun with milder

rays defcends

To the cool ocean, where his journey ends: 90
On me love's fiercer flames for ever prey,
By night he scorches, as he burns by day,

VARIATIONS.

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

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AUTUMN:

THE

THIRD PASTORAL,

OR,

HY LAS and Æ GO N.

To Mr. WyY CHERLEY.

Eneath the shade a spreading Beech displays,
Hylas and Ægon sung 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 fuccour bring; 5 Hylas and Ægon's rural lays I fing.

Thou, whom the Nine, with Plautus' wit infpire,

The art of Terence, and Menander's fire;

REMARK S.

This Paftoral confifts of two parts, like the viiith of Vir

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

P.

VER. 7. Thou, whom the Nine,] Mr. Wycherley, a famous