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Let op'ning roses knotted oaks adorn,
And liquid amber drop from ev'ry thorn.

Go, gentle gales, and bear my fighs along!
The birds fhall cease to tune their ev'ning fong,
The winds to breathe, the waving woods to move,
And streams to murmur, ere I ceafe to love.
Not bubbling fountains to the thirsty swain,
Not balmy sleep to lab'rers faint with pain,

REMARKS.

Not.

VER. 43. Not bubbling] The turn of thefe four lines is evidently borrowed from Drummond of Hawthornden, a charming but neglected Poet. He was born 1585, and died 1649. His verfes are as smooth as Waller's, whom he preceded many years, having written a poem to King James, 1617; whereas Waller's first compofition was to Charles I, 1625. His Sonnets are exquifitely beautiful and correct. He was one of our first, and best imitators of the Italian Poets, and Milton had certainly read and admired him, as appears by many paffages that might be quoted for that purpose. The four lines mentioned above follow:

To virgins flow'rs, to fun-burnt earth the rain,
To mariners fair winds amid the main,

Cool fhades to pilgrims, whom hot glances burn,
Are not so pleasing as thy bleft return.

And afterwards again our author borrows in Abelard;

The grief was common, common were the cries.

I will just add, that Drayton's Paftorals, and his Nymphidia, do not feem to be attended to fo much as they deserve. WARTON,

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"Quale fopor feffis in gramine, quale per æftum

Dulcis aquæ faliente fitim reftinguere rivo." Ecl. v. P.

Not show'rs to larks, nor fun-fhine to the bee,
Are half fo 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.

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Ye pow'rs, what pleafing phrenzy 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 inspir❜d.
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Refound, ye hills, refound my mournful strain!
Of perjur❜d Doris, dying I complain :

Here, where the mountains, lefs'ning as they rise,
Lofe the low vales, and steal into the skies;

60

While

VARIATIONS.

VER. 48. Originally thus in the MS.

With him through Lybia's burning plains I'll go,
On Alpine mountains tread th' eternal fnow:

Yet feel no heat but what our loves impart,
And dread no coldness but in Thyrfis' heart.

WARBURTON.

IMITATIONS.

VER. 52. An qui amant, ipfi fibi fomnia fingunt ?"

Id. viii. P.

VER. 59 to 64. Here, where the mountains, &c.] The "lab'ring" ox, "in his loofe traces," is from Milton's Comus,

-What time the labor'd ox

In his loofe traces from the furrow came.

While lab'ring oxen, spent with toil and heat,
In their loose traces from the field retreat :
While curling fmoaks from village-tops are feen,
And the fleet shades glide o'er the dusky green.

Refound, ye hills, refound my mournful lay!
Beneath yon' poplar oft we past the day:

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Oft' on the rind I carv'd her am'rous vows,
While fhe with garlands hung the bending boughs :
The garlands fade, the vows are worn away;
So dies her love, and fo my hopes decay.

Refound, ye hills, refound my mournful strain!
Now bright Arcturus glads the teeming grain,
Now golden fruits on loaded branches fhine,
And grateful clusters fwell with floods of wine;
Now blufhing berries paint the yellow grove;
Juft Gods! fhall all things yield returns but love?
Refound, ye hills, refound my mournful lay!
The fhepherds cry,
"Thy flocks are left a prey".
Ah! what avails it me, the flocks to keep,

Who loft my heart while I preferv'd my sheep.

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Pan

REMARKS.

VER. 68. While fhe with garlands hung the bending bows:] This line forcibly recalls the beautiful defcription of the "Poor Ophelia."

There with fantastic garlands did he come,
Of crow-flow'rs, nettles, daifies, and long-purples;
There on the pendant weeds, her coronet weeds,
Clamb'ring to hang, an envious fliver broke.

STEVENS.

Pan came, and afk'd, what magic caus'd my fmart,
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!

Refound, ye hills, refound my mournful strains!
I'll fly from shepherds, flocks, and flow'ry plains,
From fhepherds, flocks, and plains, I may remove,
Forfake mankind, and all the world-but love!
I know thee, Love! on foreign mountains bred,
Wolves gave thee fuck, and favage tigers fed.
Thou wert from Etna's burning entrails torn,
Got by fierce whirlwinds, and in thunder born!

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Refound, ye hills refound my mournful lay! Farewel, ye woods, adieu the light of day! One leap from yonder cliff shall end my pains, No more, ye hills, no more refound my strains! Thus fung the shepherds till th' approach of night, The skies yet blushing with departing light,

REMARKS.

When

VER. 82. dart?] It fhould be darted; the present tense is used for the fake of the rhyme. WARTON.

VER. 97. Thus fung] Among the multitude of English Poets who wrote Paftorals, Fairfax, to whom our Verfification is thought to be fo much indebted, ought to be mentioned. He wrote ten

IMITATIONS.

VER. 82. Or what ill eyes]

or

P.

"Nefcio quis teneros oculus mihi fascinat agnos.” VER. 89. "Nunc fcio quid fit Amor: duris in cotibus illum,"

&c.

P.

This from Virgil is much inferior to the paffage in Theocritus, from whence it is taken. WARTON.

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When falling dews with fpangles deck'd the glade, And the low fun had lengthen'd ev'ry shade.

REMARKS.

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or twelve Eclogues after the acceffion of James I. They were like thofe of Mantuan and Spenfer, allegorical, and alluded to the manners and characters of the times, and contained many fatyrical strokes against the King and his Court. They were loft in the fire that confumed the Banquetting House at Whitehall; but it is faid that Mr. W. Fairfax, his fon, recovered them from his father's papers; the fourth of them was publifhed by Mrs. Cooper in the Muses Library, 1737. WARTON.

I wonder Dr. Warton fhould have omitted Browne's Britannia's Paftorals, an almost forgotten work, but containing fome images of rural beauty which Milton did not disdain sometimes to See T. Warton's edition of Milton's fmaller poems, copy. page 53.

VER. 98. 100.] There is a little inaccuracy here; the first line makes the time after fun-fet; the fecond, before.

WARBURTON.

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