But Delia always: forc'd from Delia's fight.—

Ver. 84. But, bless'd with her, 'tis fpring throughout year.
Dryden, in his King Arthur, Act iii. Scene Ț.
But, when Clorinda comes in fight,

She makes the fummer's day more bright,
And, when she goes away, 'tis night.

Waller, in his battle of the Summer Islands, Canto i,
For the kind Spring, which but falutes us here,
Inhabits there, and courts them all the year.

PASTORAL II.

Ver. 4. And verdant alders form'd a quiv'ring fhade. Titus Andronicus:

The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind. S,

Ver. 6. The flocks around a dumb compaffion show. Milton's Comus:

That dumb things fhall be mov'd to fympathife. S.

Ver. 15.

nor to the deaf I fing;
The woods hall anfwer, and their echo ring.

Much like Ogilby's tranflation of the verse in Virgil:
Nor to the deaf do we our numbers fing,

Since woods in answering us with echoes ring.

And Rofcommon's:

Thee only, Varus, our glad fwains shall fing;

And every grove, and every echo, ring.

Ver. 23. Where ftray ye, Mufes, in what lawn or grove, While your Alexis pines in hopeless love?

Here also it is probable he confulted Ogilby's tranflation: Say, Naiades, where were you, in what grove,

Or lawn, when Gallus fell by ill-match'd love?

As

As Lauderdale had done before him:

Say, facred Nymphs, in what close copse or grove,
Were you, when Gallus was undone by love?

Ver. 25. In those fair fields where facred Ifis glides,
Or elfe where Cam his winding vales divides?

He certainly should have written,

Or elfe where winding Cam his vales divides:

and this change of the cæfura would have added a lingering stateliness to the verse, highly suitable to the subject. Or, as elfe is but an inefficient word, better, perhaps, thus: Or where flow-winding Cam his vales divides.. But our poet was led into this ftructure of his verse by a couplet in Addifon's Campaign:

Or where the Seine her flow'ry fields divides,

Or where the Loire through winding vineyards glides.

Ver. 29. But fince thofe graces please thy eyes no more. The found of thy eyes is peculiarly harsh and disagreable: it should always be written, I think, thine eyes, on I prefer, therefore, the reading of the

this account.

firft edition:

But fince thofe graces please thy fight no more.'

Ver. 45. Oh! were I made, by fome transforming pow'r, The captive bird that fings within thy bow'r'

Romeo & Juliet:

I would I were thy bird. S.

A fimilar with occurs in Ovid, Met. viii. 51.
O! ego ter felix, fi pennis lapfa per auras
Gnoffiaci poffim caftris infiftere regis.
Oh! had I wings to glide along the air!
To his dear tent I'd fly, and fettle there.

B 4

Croxall.

Ver. 65.

Ver. 65. When weary reapers quit the fultry field.

This is formed from Virgil, Ecl. ii. 10.

rapido feffis mefforibus æftu:

the reapers, tir'd with fultry heats. Ogilby.

Ver. 69. Here bees from blossoms fip the rofy dew,
Milton, in his Penferofo :

And every herb, that fips the dew.

Ver. 71. Stood thus in the first edition:

Some God conduct you to these blissful feats:

which he doubtless, afterwards, thought of too heathenish an afpect.

Ver. 8o. And winds fhall waft it to the pow'rs above. Tate's King Lear:

winds catch the found,

And waft it on your rofy wings to heaven. S.

Ver. 83. The moving mountains hear the powerful call, And headlong streams hang lift'ning in their fall,

The feeds of this beauty he found in Virgil, Ecl. viii. 4. Et mutata fuos requierunt flumina curfus.

The rivers flood on heaps, and ftopp'd the running

Hence Congreve, in the Tears of Amaryllis :

And rapid rivers liften'd at their fource.

And Andrew Marvel:

Hark how mufic then prepares

For thy ftay these charming airs;

Which the pofting winds recall,

And fufpend the river's fall.

But no man has exceeded Milton on this topic, Comus, ver. 494.

Thyris? whofe artful ftrains have oft delay'd

The

The huddling brook to hear his madrigal,

And fweeten'd every mufkrofe of the dale:

who probably had in view Lucan, vi. 473. as well as Virgil:

de rupe pependit

Abfcifsâ fixus torrens; amnisque cucurrit

Non quâ pronus erat.

Streams have run back at murmurs of her tongue,

And torrents from the rock fufpended hung. Rowe. For this paffage of Lucan I am indebted to Mr. Steevens.

PASTORAL III.

Ver. 4. And Delia's name and Doris fill'd the

as Virgil, Geo. iv. 515.

miferis late loca queftibus implet.

grove:

And with fad paffion fills the neighb'ring plains.

Again in his Windfor Foreft, ver.

ver, 298.

Fair Geraldine, bright object of his vow,

Lauderdale.

Then fill'd the groves, as heav'nly Mira now. From Dryden's version of Virgil, Ecl. i. 5.

While ftretch'd at eafe, you fing your happy loves,

And Amaryllis fills the fhady groves.

Ver. 9. There is a tenderness and fimplicity in his original exhibition of this paffage, which pleafes me beyond the prefent modification of it:

Whose fenfe inftructs us, and whofe humour charms, Whofe judgment fways us, and whofe rapture

warms!

Attend the Mufe, tho' low her numbers be;

She fings of friendship, and the fings to thee. The word rapture as fignificative of infpired phrenzy,

or

or poetical enthusiasm, is incomparably more appropriate than Spirit, which will fufficiently appear by Butler's reprefentation of the widow's influence on Hudibras: And, if imprison'd air efcapt her,

It puff'd him with poetic rapture.

And in the first edition the name of Thyrfis, the friend, appeared in the place of Delia the mifiress.

Ver. 15. When tuneful Hylas, with melodious moan, Taught rocks to weep, and made the mountains.

groan.

Ogilby has excellently rendered the paffage in Virgil, which was the object of our poet's imitation :

And there in these unpolish'd lines, alone,

To woods, in vain, and mountains made his mone. But Pope had Waller's Thyrfis and Galatea in his memory:

Made the wide country echo to your moan;

The liftening trees and favage mountains groan:

or Carew's poem to my Lord Admiral; which is exactly fimilar:

Eurydice, for whom his numerous moan

Makes lift'ning trees and favage mountains groan. And on this occafion I will stop to exemplify from this elegant poet a word in Macbeth, not paralleled even by the most learned annotator on the paffage, to whom this work and it's author is bound by many obligations : No: this my hand will rather

The multitudinous feas incarnadine.

Obfequies to the Lady Anne Hay:

One shall ensphere thine eyes; another shall -Impearl thy teeth; a third, thy white and small

Hand