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Accept the wreath which you deserve alone,
In whom all beauties are compriz'd in one.

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See what delights in fylvan scenes appear! Defcending Gods have found Elyfium here. In woods bright Venus with Adonis ftray'd, And chafte Diana haunts the foreft shade. Come, lovely nymph, and blefs the filent hours, When fwains from fheering 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.
Here bees from bloffoms fip the rofy dew,

But
your Alexis knows no fweets but you.
Oh deign to visit our forfaken feats,

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The mofly fountains, and the green retreats! Where'er you walk, cool gales fhall fan the glade, Trees, where you fit, fhall croud into a shade: 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 Mufes, and refound your praise!

IMITATIONS.

VAR. 60. Defcending Gods have found Elyfium here.]

Habitarunt Dî quoque fylvas

Virg.

Et formofus oves ad flumina pavit Adonis. Idem.

Your praise the birds fhall chant in ev'ry grove,
And winds fhall waft it to the pow'rs above.
But would you fing, and rival Orpheus' strain,
The wond'ring forefts foon fhould dance again,
The moving mountains hear the pow`rful call,
And headlong ftreams hang lift'ning in their fall!

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But fee, the fhepherds thun the noon-day heat, The lowing herds to murm'ring brooks retreat, 86 To closer fhades the panting flocks remove; Ye Gods! and is there no relief for Love? But foon the fun with milder rays defcends 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.

VER. 79 80.

VARIATIONS.

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

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So the veríes were originally written. But the author, young as he was, foon found the abfurdity which Spenfer himself over-looked, of introducing wolves into England.

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

IMITATIONS.

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

Partem aliquam, venti, divûm referatis ad aures! Virg. VER. 88. Ye Gods! etc.]

Me tamen urit amor, quis enim modus adfit ameri? Idem.

AUTUM N.

THE

THIRD PASTORAL,

OR

HYLAS and E GO N.

B

To Mr. WY CHERLEY.

ENEATH the fhade a spreading Beech displays,
Hylas and Ægon fung their rural lays;

This mourn'd a faithiefs, that an abfent Love,
And Delia's name and Doris' fill'd the Grove.

Ye Mantuan nymphs, your facred fuccour bring; 5
Hylas and Egon's rural lays I fing.

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

NOTES.

This Paftoral confifts of two parts, like the viiith of Virgil: The Scene, a Hill; the Time at Sun fet.

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

Whose sense instructs us, and whose humour charms,
Whofe judgment fways us, and whose spirit warms!
Oh, skill'd in Nature! fee the hearts of Swains, II
Their artless paffions, and their tender pains.
Now fetting Phoebus fhone ferenely bright,
And fleecy clouds were ftreak'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!

To Delia's ear the tender notes convey.
As fome fad Turtle his loft love deplores,

And with deep murmurs fills the founding shores;
Thus, far from Delia, to the winds I mourn,
Alike unheard, unpity'd, and forlorn.

Go, gentle gales, and bear my fighs along!
For her, the feather'd quires neglect their fong:
For her, the limes their pleasing shades deny;
For her, the lilies hang their heads and die.
Ye flow'rs that droop, forfaken by the spring,
Ye birds that, left by fummer, 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 fighs away !
Curs'd be the fields that caufe my Delia's stay;

fpirit, fatire, and wit.

that he had too much.

NOTES.

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The only objection made to him was
However he was followed in the fame

way by Mr. Congreve; tho' with a little more correctness.

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Fade ev'ry bloffom, wither ev'ry tree,

Die ev'ry flow'r, and perish all, but she.
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.

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Go, gentle gales, and bear my fighs along! The birds fhall cease to tune their ev'ning fong, 40 The winds to breathe, the waving woods to move, And ftreams to murmur, e'er I cease to love. Not bubbling fountains to the thirsty swain, Not balmy sleep 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.

Go, gentle gales, and bear my fighs away! Come, Delia, come; ah, why this long delay?

VARIATIONS.

VER. 48. Originally thus in the MS.

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

VER. 37.

IMITATIONS.

Aurea duræ

Mala ferant quercus; narciffo floreat alnus,

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Pinguia corticibus fudent electra myricæ. Virg. Ecl. viii,

VER. 43. etc.]

Quale fopor feffis in gramine, quale per æftum

Dulcis aquæ faliente fitim reftinguere rivo. Ecl. v.

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