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You, that too wife for pride, too good for pow'r, Enjoy the glory to be great no more,

And carrying with you all the world can boast,
To all the world illustriously are loft!
O let my Muse her flender reed inspire,
Till in your native fhades you tune the lyre:
So when the Nightingale to rest removes,
The Thrush may chant to the forfaken groves,
But charm'd to filence, liftens while the fings,
And all th' aërial audience clap their wings.

Soon as the flocks fhook off the nightly dews, Two Swains, whom Love kept wakeful, and the





VER. 12. in your native fhades] Sir W. Trumbal was born in Windfor-foreft, to which he retired, after he had refigned the poft of Secretary of State to King William III.

VER. 17, etc. The Scene of this Pastoral a Valley, the Time the Morning. It food originally thus,

Daphnis and Strephon to the fhades retir'd,

Both warm'd by Love, and by the Muse infpir'd,
Fresh as the morn, and as the season fair,

In flow'ry vales they fed their fleecy care;
And while Aurora gilds the mountain's fide,
Thus Daphnis fpoke, and Strephon thus reply'd.


imitation of the fixth of Virgil, which some have therefore not improbably thought to have been the first originally. In the beginnings of the other three Paftorals, he imitates exprefly those which now ftand first of the three chief Poets in this kind,

Pour'd o'er the whitening vale their fleecy care,
Fresh as the morn, and as the season fair:
The dawn now blushing on the mountain's fide,
Thus Daphnis fpoke, and Strephon thus reply'd.


Hear how the birds, on ev'ry bloomy spray, With joyous mufic wake the dawning day! Why fit we mute, when early linnets fing, When warbling Philomel falutes the spring? Why fit we fad, when Phosphor fhines fo clear, And lavish Nature paints the purple year?


Sing then, and Damon shall attend the ftrain,
While yon' flow oxen turn the furrow'd plain.
Here the bright crocus and blue vi'let glow;
Here western winds on breathing rofes blow.
I'll stake yon' lamb, that near the fountain plays,
And from the brink his dancing shade furveys.


A Shepherd's Boy (he feeks no better name)Beneath the fhade a spreading beech displays,Thyrfis, the Mufic of that murm'ring Spring,→ are manifeftly imitations of

-A Shepherd's Boy (no better do him call)
--Tityre, tu patule recubans fub tegmine fagi.
Αδύ τι τὸ ψιθύρισμα καὶ ὁ πίτυς, αἰπόλε, τίνα


VER. 34. The first reading was,

And his own image from the bank furveys,



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And I this bowl, where wanton ivy twines, And fwelling clusters bend the curling vines ; Four figures rifing from the work appear, The various feasons of the rowling year; 8 And what is that, which binds the radiant fky, Where twelve fair signs in beauteous order lie? 40

VER. 35, 36.

Lenta quibus torno facili fuperaddita vitis,
Diffufos edera veftit pallente corymbos.


Then fing by turns, by turns the Mufes fing, Now hawthorns blossom, now the daifies spring, Now leaves the trees, and flow'rs adorn the ground; Begin, the vales shall ev'ry note rebound,


VER. 36. And clusters lurk beneath the curling vines.


Et quis fuit alter,
Defcripfit radio totum qui gentibus orbem?


VER. 38. The various feafons] The fubject of these Paftorals engraven on the bowl is not without its propriety. The Shepherd's hefitation at the name of the Zodiac, imitates that in Virgil,

VER. 41. Then fing by turns,] Literally from Virgil,
Alternis dicetis, amant alterna Camœnæ :


Et nunc omnis ager, nunc omnis parturit arbos,
Nunc frondent fylvæ, nunc formofiffimus annus,



Infpire me, Phoebus, in my Delia's praise, With Waller's ftrains, or Granville's moving lays! A milk-white bull fhall at your altars stand, That threats a fight, and spurns the rising fand.


O Love! for Sylvia let me gain the prize, And make my tongue victorious as her eyes; No lambs or fheep for victims I'll impart, Thy victim, Love, fhall be the fhepherd's heart.


Me gentle Delia beckens from the plain, Then hid in fhades, eludes her eager fwain; But feigns a laugh, to see me search around, And by that laugh the willing fair is found.


VER. 49. Originally thus in the MS.

Pan, let my numbers equal Strephon's lays,
Of Parian stone thy ftatue will I raife;
But if I conquer and augment my fold,
Thy Parian statue shall be chang'd to gold.



VER. 47. A milk-white bull] Virg.-Pafcite taurum,
Qui cornu petat, et pedibus jam fpargat arenam.



VER. 46. Granville-] George Granville, afterwards Lord Lanfdown, known for his Poems, most of which he compos'd very young, and propos'd Waller as his model.

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The sprightly Sylvia trips along the green,
She runs, but hopes she does not run unseen;
While a kind glance at her pursuer flies,
How much at variance are her feet and eyes!


O'er golden fands let rich Pactolus flow, And trees weep amber on the banks of Po; Bleft Thames's fhores the brightest beauties yield, Feed here my lambs, I'll seek no distant field.


VER. 61. It ftood thus at firft:

Let rich Iberia golden fleeces boast,

Her purple wool the proud Affyrian coast,
Bleft Thames's shores, etc. P.

VER. 61. Originally thus in the MS.

Go, flow'ry wreath, and let my Sylvia know,
Compar'd to thine how bright her beauties fhow:
Then die; and dying teach the lovely maid
How foon the brightest beauties are decay'd.


Go, tuneful bird, that pleas'd the woods fo long,
Of Amaryllis learn a fweeter fong:

To Heav'n arifing then her notes convey,

For Heav'n alone is worthy such a lay.


VER. 58. She runs, but hopes.] Imitation of Virgil,
Malo me Galatea petit, lafciva puella,

Et fugit ad falices, fed fe cupit ante videri,


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