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Now sleeping Alocks on their soft fleeces lie,
TH Y RS I S.
L Y CIDAS.
kind rains their vital moisture yield, 15
20 THYRSIS. Ye gentle Muses, leave your crystal spring, Let Nymphs and Sylvans cypress garlands bring;
being on the same subject with mine on Mrs. Tem
pest's death, I should take it very kindly in you to give “ it a little turn as if it were to the memory of the fame " lady." Her death having happened on the night of the great storm in 1703, gave a propriety to this eclogue, which in its general turn alludes to it. The scene of the Pastoral lies in a grove, the time at midnight. P.
Audiit Eurotas, juffitque edifcere lauros. Virg. P.
Ye weeping Loves, the stream with myrtles hide,
26 " Let nature change, let heav'n and earth deplore, « Fair Daphne’s dead, and love is now no more!
'Tis done, and nature's various charms decay,
35 Fair Daphne's dead, and beauty is no more!
For her the flocks refuse their verdant food,
No grateful dews descend from ev'ning skies,
'Tis done, and nature's chang'd since you are gone;
Inducite fontibus umbras
50 Th' industrious bees neglect their golden store ! Fair Daphne's dead, and sweetness is no more !
No more the mounting larks, while Daphne sings, Shall list’ning in mid air suspend their wings; No more the birds shall imitate her lays, 55 Or hush'd with wonder, hearken from the sprays : No more the streams their murmurs shall forbear, A sweeter music than their own to hear, But tell the reeds, and tell the vocal shore, Fair Daphne’s dead, and music is no more!
60 Her fate is whisper’d by the gentle breeze, And told in sighs to all the trembling trees; The trembling trees, in ev'ry plain and wood, Her fate remurmur to the silver flood; The silver food, so lately calm, appears 65 Swelld with new passion, and o’erflows with tears; The winds and trees and floods her death deplore, Daphne, our grief ! our glory now no more !
But see! where Daphne wond'ring mounts on high Above the clouds, above the starry sky !
70 Eternal beauties grace the shining scene, Fields ever fresh, and groves for ever green! There while you rest in Amaranthine bow'rs, Or from those meads select unfading flow'rs,
miratur limen Olympi,
Behold us kindly, who your name implore,
75 Daphne, our Goddess, and our grief no more!
L Y CIDAS.
While Vapours rise, and driving snows descend,
Juniperi gravis umbra, Virg. P.
Omnia vincit amor, et nos cedamus amori,
Adieu, ye vales, ye mountains, streams and groves, Adieu, ye shepherd's rural lays and loves ;
90 Adieu, my flocks, farewell ye fylvan crew, Daphne, farewell, and all the world adieu.
VER. 89, etc.] These four last lines allude to the several subjects of the four Pastorals, and to the several scenes. of them, particularized before in each. P.