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Now fainting, finking, pale, the nymph appears ;
Let me, O let me, to the shades repair,
and murmur there. She said, and melting as in tears the lay, In a soft, silver stream diffoly'd away. The silver stream her virgin coldness keeps, For ever murmurs, and for ever weeps ; Still bears the name the hapless virgin bore, 205 And bathes the forest where she rang'd before. In her chaste current oft the Goddess laves, And with celestial tears augments the waves. Oft in her glass the musing shepherd spies The headlong mountains and the downward skies, The watry landskip of the pendant woods, 211 And absent trees that tremble in the floods;
Ver. 205. Still bears the name] The River Loddon, VER. 209. Oft in her glafs, etc.] These fix lines were added after the first writing of this poem. P.
Sol erat a tergo: vidi precedere langam
In the clear azure gleam the flocks are seen,
· Thou too, great father of the British floods !
Happy the man whom this bright Court approves, His Sov’reign favours, and his Country loves :
And force great Jove, if Jove's a lover still,
Happy the man, who to the shades retires,
Happy next him, who to these shades retires, 235 Whom Nature charms, and whom the Muse in
spires; Whom humbler joys of home-felt quiet please, Succesive study, exercise, and ease. He gathers health from herbs the forest yields, And of their fragrant physic spoils the fields: 240 With chymic art exalts the min'ral pow'rs, And draws the aromatic fouls of flow'rs: Now marks the course of rolling orbs on high; O'er figur'd worlds now travels with his
eye; Of ancient writ unlocks the learned store,
255 Thus Atticus, and TRUMBAL thus retir’d.
Ye sacred Nine! that all my foul poffess,
(On Cooper's Hill eternal wreaths shall grow, While lalts the mountain, or while Thames thall
flow) I seem thro' confecrated walks to rove, 265 I hear soft music die along the grove : Led by the found, I roam from shade to shade, By god-like Poets venerable made: Here his first lays majestic DENHAM sung ; There the last numbers flow'd from COWLEY'S
tongue. O early lost ! what tears the river fhed, 272 When the sad pomp along his banks was led ? His drooping swans on ev'ry note expire, And on his willows hung each Muse's lyre.
Since fate relentlefs stop'd their heav'nly voice, No more the forests ring, or groves rejoice;
276 Who now shall charm the shades, where COWLEY
strung His living harp, and lofty Denham sung?
Ver. 270. There the last numbers flow'd from Cowley's tongue) Mr. Cowley died at Chertsey, on the borders of the forest, and was from thence convey'd to Westminfter. P.
Methinks around your holy scenes I rove,
What fighs, what murmurs fill'd the vocal shore !
But hark! the groves rejoice, the forest rings !
Here noble SURREY felt the sacred rage, SURREY, the GRANVILLE of a former age: 290 Matchless his pen, victorious was his lance, Bold in the lifts, and graceful in the dance: In the same shades the Cupids tun'd his lyre, To the fame notes, of love, and soft defire : Fair Geraldine, bright object of his vow, 295 Then fill’d the groves, as heav'nly Mira now.
Oh would'st thou sing what Heroes Windfor bore, What Kings first breath'd upon her winding shore, Or raise old warriours, whose ador'd remains In weeping vaults her hallow'd earth contains !
Ver. 289. Here noble Surrey] Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey, one of the first refiners of the English poetry ; who flourish'd in the time of Henry VIII. P.
VARIATIONS. Ver. 288. ber filver far] All the lines that follow were not added to the poem tillathe year 1710.. What immediately followed this, and made the Conclusion, were these,
My humble Mufe in unambitious strains