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Whofe fense inftructs us, and whose humour charms,
And fleecy clouds were streak'd with purple light;
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 pleafing fhades deny; 25 For her, the lilies hang their heads and die. Ye flow'rs that droop, forfaken by the fpring, 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;
fpirit, fatire, and wit. that he had too much.
The only objection made to him was
way by Mr. Congreve; tho' with a little more correctness.
Fade ev'ry bloffom, wither ev'ry tree,
And liquid amber drop from ev'ry thorn.
VER. 48. Originally thus in the MS.
With him thro' Libya's burning plains I'll go,
Go, gentle gales, and bear my fighs away! Come, Delia, come; ah, why this long delay?
VER. 43. etc.]
Quale fopor feffis in gramine, quale per æftum
Dulcis aquæ faliente fitim reftinguere rivo. Ecl. v.
Mala ferant quercus; narciffo floreat alnus,
Pinguia corticibus fudent electra myricæ. Virg. Ecl. viii.
Thro' rocks and caves the name of Delia founds,
Next Ægon fung, while Windfor groves admir'd; Rehearfe, 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, Lose the low vales, and fteal into the skies; 60 While lab'ring oxen, spent with toil and heat, In their loofe traces from the field retreat: While curling fmoaks from village-tops are seen,, And the fleet fhades glide o'er the dusky green.
Refound, ye hills, refound my mournful lay! 65 Beneath yon' poplar oft we paft the day: Oft' on the rind I carv'd her am'rous vows, While fhe with garlands hung the bending boughs: The garlands fade, the vows are worn away; So dies her love, and fo my hopes decay.
Refound, ye hills, refound my mournful strain! Now bright Arcturus glads the teeming grain, Now golden fruits on loaded branches fhine, And grateful clusters fwell with floods of wine;
VER. 52. An qui amant, ipfi fibi fomnia fingunt? Id. viii.
Now blushing berries paint the yellow grove;
Just Gods! fhall all things yield returns but love?
Who lost my heart while I preferv'd my fheep. 80
Refound, ye hills, refound my mournful strains!
Refound, ye hills, refound my mournful lay!
Thus fung the fhepherds till th'approach of night,
VFR. 82. Or ruhat ill eyes]
Nefcio quis teneros oculus mihi fafcinat agnos.
VER. 89. Nunc fcio quid fit Amor: duris in cotibus illum, etc.
DA PHN E.
To the Memory of Mrs. TEMPEST.
'HYRSIS, the music of that murm'ring fpring Is not fo mournful as the ftrains Nor rivers winding thro' the vales below, So fweetly warble, or fo fmoothly flow.
Mrs. Tempeft.] This Lady was of an ancient family in Yorkfhire, and particularly admired by the Author's friend Mr. Walsh, who, having celebrated her in a Paftoral Elegy, defired
VER. I. Thyrfis, the music, etc.]