180 A painted quiver on her fhoulder founds, 185 As from the God fhe flew with furious pace, Ut fugere accipitrem penna trepidante columbæ, VER. 191, 194. Ovid Sol erat a tergo: vidi præcedere longam Ante pedes umbram: nifi fi timor illa videbat. In vain on father Thames fhe calls for aid, 195 Nor could Diana help her injur'd maid. Faint, breathless, thus fhe pray'd, nor pray'd in vain; "Ah Cynthia! ah--- tho' banish'd from thy train, "Let me, O let me, to the shades repair, 201 My native shades--there weep,and murmur there. Still bears the name the hapless virgin bore, 205 And with celestial tears augments the waves. And floating forests paint the waves with green, REMARKS, VER. 205, Still bears the name] VER. 209. Oft in her glafs, etc.] after the first writing of this poem. The River Loddon. P. 220 Thro' the fair scene roll flow the ling'ring ftreams, 225 While led along the skies his current strays, To grace the manfion of our earthly Gods: Like the bright beauties on thy banks below; 230 Where Jove, fubdu'd by mortal paffion still, VER. 233. VARIATIONS. Happy the man, who to the fhades retires, VER. 231. It flood thus in the MS. And force great Jove, if Jove's a lover ftill, P. Happy the man whom this bright Court approves, And draws the aromatic fouls of flow'rs: eye; Confults the dead, and lives paft ages o'er: Or looks on heav'n with more than mortal Amid her kindred ftars familiar roam, Survey the region, and confefs her home! IMITATIONS. VER. 249, 50. Servare modum finemque tenere, 245 250 eyes, Such was the life great Scipio once admir'd, 255 Thus Atticus, and TRUMBAL thus retir'd. Ye facred Nine! that all my foul poffefs, Whose raptures fire me, and whofe vifions blefs, Bear me, oh bear me to fequefter'd scenes, The bow'ry mazes, and furrounding greens: 260 To Thames's banks which fragrant breezes fill, Or where ye Muses sport on COOPER'S HILL. (On COOPER'S HILL eternal wreaths fhall grow, While lafts the mountain, or while Thames fhall flow) I seem thro' confecrated walks to rove, I hear soft mufic die along the grove; 265 Led by the found, I roam from fhade to fhade, By god-like Poets venerable made:" Here his first lays majestic DENHAM fung; There the last numbers flow'd from COWLEY'S tongue. VARIATIONS. VER. 265. It stood thus in the MS. Methinks around your holy scenes I rove, And hear your mufic echoing thro' the grove: By God-like Poets venerable made. REMARK S. VER. 270. There the laft numbers flow'd from Cowley's tongue] Mr. Cowley died at Chertfey, on the borders of the foreft, and was from thence convey'd to Westminster. P. IMITATIONS. VER. 259. O qui me gelidis, etc. Virg. |