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Resound, ye hills, resound
my mournful lay! The shepherds cry, “Thy flocks are left a prey--Ah! what avails it me, the flocks to keep, Who loft my heart while I presery'd my sheep. 80 Pan came, and ask, what magic caus’d my smart, Or what ill eyes malignant glances dart? What
eyes but hers, alas, have pow'r to move! "And is there magic but what dwells in love! 84 Resound, ye hills, resound
my mournful strains! I'll Ay from shepherds, flocks, and flow'ry plains. From shepherds, flocks, and plains, I may remove, Forsake mankind, and all the world --- but love! I know thee, Love! on foreign mountains bred, Wolves gave thee suck, and favage tigers fed. 91 Thou wert from Ætna’s burning entrails torn, Got by fierce whirlwinds, and in thunder born! Resound, ye hills, resound
hills, resound my mournful lay! Farewell, ye woods, adieu the light of day! One leap from yonder cliff shall end my pains, 95. No more, ye hills, no more resound
Nescio quis teneros oculus mihi fascinat agnos. P.
Thus sung the shepherds till th’approach of night, The skies yet blushing with departing light, When falling dews with spangles deck'd the glade, And the low fun had lengthen'd ev'ry shade. rog
Ver. 98. 700.] There is a little inaccuracy here, the first line makes the time after sun-set; the second, before.
W IN TE R.
D Α. Ρ Η ΝΕ.
To the Memory of Mrs. Tempest.
Is not so mournful as the strains you fing,
Mrs. Tempeft.] This Lady was of an ancient family in Yorkfire, and particularly admired by the Author's friend Mr. Walth, who, having celebrated her in a Paftoral Elegy, desired
IMITATIONS. VER. 1. Thyrfis, the music, etc.] 'Adú Ti, etc. Theocr. Id. i.
Now sleeping flocks on their soft fleeces lie,
that shine with silver frost, Their beauty wither'd, and their verdure loft. 10 Here shall I try the sweet Alexis' strain, That call’d the list’ning Dryads to the plain? Thames heard the numbers as he flow'd along, And bade his willows learn the moving song.
his friend to do the same, as appears from one of his Letters, dated Sept. 9, 1706. . “ Your latt Eclogue being on the same “ subject with mine on Mrs. Tempeft's death, I thould take it “ very kindly in you to give it a little turn, as if it were to the “ memory of the same 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.
VER. 9. shine with silver frost,] The image is a fine one, but improperly placed. The idea he would raise is the deformity of Winter, as appears by the following line: but this imagery contradicts it. It should have been ---glare with hoary froj, or some such expression: the fame inaccuracy in Ý 31, where he uses pearls, when he should have said tears.
IMITATIONS. Ver. 13. Thames heard etc.)
Audit Eurotas, juflitque ediscere lauros, Virg. P.
kind rains their vital moisture yield, 15
'Tis done, and nature's various charms decay, See gloomy clouds obscure the chearful day!
'Tis done, and nature's chang'd since you are gones
Inducite fontibus umbras ---