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A U T U M N.
HYL AS and ÆGON.
To Mr. WYCH ERLE Y.
Eneath the shade a spreading Beech displays,
Hylas and Ægon sung their rural lays, This mourn'd a faithless, that an absent Love, And Delia's name and Doris fill'd the Grove. Ye Mantuan nymphs, your sacred succour bring; 5 Hylas and Egon's rural lays I fing.
Thou, whom the Nine with Plautus' wit inspire, The art of Terence, and Menander's fire;
This Pastoral consists of two parts, like the viïth of Virgil : The Scene, a Hill; the Time at Sun-set. P.
Ver. 7. Thou, whom the Nine,] Mr. Wycherley, a famous Author of Comedies ; of which the most celebrated were the Plain-Dealer and Country-1'ife. He was a writer of infinite fpirit, satire, and wit. The only objection made to him was that he had too much. However he was followed in the same way by Mr. Congreve; tho' with a little more correctness. P.
Whose sense instructs us, and whose humour charms;
15 Taught rocks to weep and made the mountains groan.
Go, gentle gales, and bear my fighs away!
Go, gentie gales, and bear my sighs along !
Go, gentle gales, and bear my fighs along! The birds shall cease to tune their ev'ning song, 40 The winds to breathe, the waving woods to move, And streams to murmur, e'er I cease to love. Not bubling fountains to the thirsty swain, Not balmy sleep to lab’rers faint with pain, Not show'rs to larks, or fun-fhine to the bee, 45 Are half so charming as thy fight to me.
Go, gentle gales, and bear my sighs away! Come, Delia, come; ah why this long delay? Thro' rocks and caves the name of Delia founds, Delia, each cave and echoing rock rebounds.
50 Ye pow'rs, what pleasing frenzy fooths my mind! Do lovers dream, or is my Delia kind? She comes, my Delia comes !--Now cease my lay, And cease, ye gales, to bear my fighs away!
Next Ægon fung, while Windfor groves admir'd; Rehearse, ye Muses, what yourselves infpir'd. 56
Resound, ye hills, resound my mournful strain! Of perjur'd Doris, dying. I complain:
With him thro' Libya's burning plains I'll go,
Pinguia corticibus fudent ele&tra myricæ. Virg. Ecl. viii. P. VÆR. 43, etc.)
Quale sopor fillis in gramine, quale per ælium
Dulis aquæ saliente fitin restinguere rivo. Ecl. v.: P. VER:52. An qui amant, ipfi fibi fomnia fingunt ? Id. viii. P.
Here where the mountains less'ning as they rise
Resound, ye hills, resound my mournful lay! 65
Refound, ye hills, resound my mournful strain!
Resound, ye hills, resound my mournful lay!
Ver. 74. And grateful clufers, etc.] The scene is in Windsor-forest. So this image not so exact.
Resound, ye hills, refound my mournful strains ! I'll fly from shepherds, flocks, and flow'ry plains. From thepherds, flocks, and plains, I may remove, Forsake mankind, and all the world - but love! I know thee, Love! on foreign Mountains bred, Wolyes gave thee suck, and savage Tigers fed. go Thou wert from Ætna's burning entrails torn, Got by fierce whirlwinds, and in thunder born!
Resound, ye 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
strains ! 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 sun had lengthen'd ev'ry shade.
VER: 99, 100.] There is a little inaccuracy here; the first line makes the time after sun-set; the second, before.
IMITATIONS. VER. 89. Nunc fcio quid fit Amor: duris in cotibus il. C lym, etc. P.