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STREP HON.

O'er golden fands let rich Pactolus flow, And trees weep amber on the banks of Po; Bright Thames's fhores the brightest beauties yield, Feed here my lambs, I'll feek no distant field.

DAPHNI S.

Celestial Venus haunts Idalia's groves;
Diana Cynthus, Ceres Hybla loves;

If Windfor-fhades delight the matchlefs maid,
Cynthus and Hybla yield to Windfor-fhade.

STREP HON.

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All nature mourns, the fkies relent in fhow'rs, Hufh'd are the birds, and clos'd the drooping flow'rs;

VARIATIONS.

VER. 61. It flood thus at first,

Let rich Iberia golden fleeces boast,

Her purple wool the proud Affyrian coaft,
Bleft Thames's fhores, &c.

VER. 61. Originally thus in the MS.

Go, flow'ry wreath, and let my Sylvia know,
Compar'd to thine how bright her Beauties show;
Then die; and dying teach the lovely Maid
How foon the brightest beauties are decay'd.

DAPHNI S.

Go, tuneful bird, that pleas'd the woods fo long,
Of Amaryllis learn a fweeter fong;
To Heav'n arifing then her notes convey,
For Heav'n alone is worthy fuch a lay.

VER. 69, &c. Thefe verfes were thus at first :

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All nature mourns, the birds their songs deny,
Nor wafted brooks the thirty flow'rs fupply;
If Delia fmile the flow'rs begin to fpring,
The brooks to murmur, and the birds to fing.

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IMITATIONS.

VER. 69. All nature mourns,]

"Aret ager, vitio moriens fitit aëris herba," &c.

" Phyllidis adventu noftrae nemus omne virebit." Virg.

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If Delia fmile, the flow'rs begin to fpring,

The skies to brighten, and the birds to fing.

DAPHNI S.

All nature laughs, the groves are fresh and fair, The Sun's mild luftre warms the vital air;

If Sylvia smiles new glories gild the shore,
And vanquish'd nature feems to charm no more.

STREP HON.

In fpring the fields, in autumn hills I love, At morn the plains, at noon the fhady grove, But Delia always; abfent from her fight,

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Nor plains at morn, nor groves at noon delight. 80

DAPHNI S.

Sylvia's like autumn ripe, yet mild as May, More bright than noon, yet fresh as early day; Ev'n fpring displeases, when she shines not here; But bleft with her, 'tis fpring throughout the year.

STREP HON.

Say, Daphnis, fay, in what glad foil appears, 85 A wondrous Tree that facred Monarchs bears;

Tell me but this, and I'll disclaim the prize,
And give the conqueft to thy Sylvia's eyes.

REMARKS.

VER. 86. A wondrous Tree that facred Monarchs bears ;] An allufion to the Royal Oak, in which Charles II. had been hid from the purfuit after the battle at Worcester.

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This is one of the moft trifling and puerile conceits in any our author's works; except what follows of the Thistle and the Lily.

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Nay

DAPHNI S.

Nay tell me first, in what more happy fields
The Thistle springs, to which the Lily yields:
And then a nobler prize I will refign;
For Sylvia, charming Sylvia fhall be thine.

DAMON.

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Cease to contend, for, Daphnis, I decree, The bowl to Strephon, and the lamb to thee: Bleft Swains, whofe Nymphs in ev'ry grace excel Bleft Nymphs, whofe Swains those graces fing fo well! Now rife, and hafte to yonder woodbine bow'rs, 97 A foft retreat from fudden vernal show'rs; The turf with rural dainties fhall be crown'd, While op'ning blooms diffuse their sweets around. For fee! the gath'ring flocks to fhelter tend, And from the Pleiads fruitful fhow'rs defcend.

VARIATIONS.

VER. 99. was originally,

The turf with country dainties shall be spread,

And trees with twining branches fhade your head.

REMARKS.

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VER. 93. Ceafe to contend,] An author of ftrong fenfe, but not of equal tafte and feeling, and who preferred the dungeons of the Strand to the valleys of Arcadia, fays, "That every intelligent reader fickens at the mention of the crook and the pipe, the fheep and the kids." This appears to be an unjust and harsh condemnation of all Paftoral Poetry. And the fame author depreciates and defpifes the Amynta of Taffo, and the Paftor Fidoof Guarini, two pieces of exquifite poetry, and which have gained a lafting applaufe.

IMITATIONS.

VER. 90. The Thifle fprings, to which the Lily yields:] Alludes to the device of the Scots Monarchs, the Thistle worn by Queen Anne; and to the arms of France, the Fleur de lys. The two riddles are in imitation of those in Virg. Ecl. iii.

"Dic quibus in terris infcripti nomina Regum
Nafcantur Flores, & Phyllida folus habeto."

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A mixture of British and Grecian ideas may juftly be deemed a blemish in these Paftorals: and propriety is certainly violated, when he couples Pactolus with Thames, and Windfor with Hybla. Complaints of immoderate heat, and wishes to be conveyed to cooling caverns, when uttered by the inhabitants of Greece, have a decorum and confiftency, which they totally lofe in the character of a Britifh fhepherd: and Theocritus, during the ardors of Sirius, muft have heard the murmurings of a brook, and the whispers of a pine, with more home-felt pleasure, than Pope could poffibly experience upon the fame occafion. We can never completely relish, or adequately understand any author, especially any ancient, except we keep in our eye, his climate, his country, and his age. Pope himself informs us, in a Note, that he judiciously omitted the following verfe,

And lift'ning wolves grow milder as they hear,

on account of the abfurdity, which Spenfer overlooked, of introducing wolves into England. But on this principle, which is certainly a juft one, may it not be asked why he frould speak, the scene lying in Windfor Foreft, of the fultry Sirius, of the grateful clusters of grapes, of a pipe of reeds, the antique fiftula, of thanking Ceres for a plentiful harvest, of the facrifice of lambs, with many other inftances that might be adduced to this purpose. That Pope however was fenfible of the importance of adapting images to the scene of action, is obvious from the following example of his judgment; for in translating

Audiit Eurotas, juffitque edifcere Lauros,

he has dexterously dropt the laurels appropriated to Eurotas, as he is speaking of the river Thames, and has rendered it,

Thames heard the numbers, as he flow'd along,

And bade his Willows learn the moving fong.

In the paffages which Pope has imitated from Theocritus, and from his Latin Translator Virgil, he has merited but little applause. It may not be unentertaining to fee how coldly and unpoetically Pope has copied the fubfequent appeal to the Nymphs on the death of Daphnis, in comparison of Milton on Lycidas, one of his juvenile, but one of his moft exquifite pieces.

Where were ye, Nymphs, when the remorseless deep
Clos'd o'er the head of your lov'd Lycidas?

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For neither were ye playing on the steep
Where your old bards, the famous Druids lie;
Nor on the fhaggy top of Mona high,

Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream.

LYCIDAS.

The mention of places remarkably romantic, the supposed habitations of Druids, Bards, and Wizards, is far more pleasing to the imagination, than the obvious introduction of Cam and Ifis, as feats of the Mufes.

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