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But Delia always; abfent from her fight,
Nor plains at morn, nor groves at noon delight. 80
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.
Say, Daphnis, fay, in what glad foil appears, A wond'rous Tree that facred Monarchs bears: Tell me but this, and I'll disclaim the prize, And give the conqueft to thy Sylvia's eyes.
Nay tell me first, in what more happy fields
VER. 86. A wondrous Tree that facred Monarchs bea allufion to the Royal Oak, in which Charles II. b from, the purfuit after the battle of Worcester. P
VER. 90. The Thistle Springs to which th ludes to the device of the Scots Monarchs. by Queen Anne; and to the arms of Fran The two riddles are in imitation of thofe
Dic quibus in terris infcripti nor
Ceafe 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 thofe graces fing fo well! 96
Now rife, and hafte to yonder woodbine bow'rs,
VIR. 99. was originally,
The turf with country dainties fhall be spread,
A L EX IS.
To Dr. GARTH.
A Shepherd's Boy (he feeks no better name)
Led forth his flocks along the filver Thame, Where dancing fun-beams on the waters play'd, And verdant alders form'd a quiv'ring fhade.
VER. 1, 2, 3, 4. were thus printed in the first edition:
Where gentle Thames his winding waters leads
There to the winds he plain'd his hapless love,
VER. 3. The Scene of this Paftoral by the river's fide; fuit
Soft as he mourn'd, the ftreams forgot to flow,
Accept, O GARTH, the Mufe's early lays, That adds this wreath of ivy to thy bays; Hear what from Love unpractis'd hearts endure, From Love, the fole disease thou canst not cure.
Ye fhady beeches, and ye cooling ftreams, Defence from Phœbus', not from Cupid's beams, To you I mourn, nor to the deaf I fing, 15 The woods fhall anfwer, and their echo ring. The hills and rocks attend my doleful lay, Why art thou prouder and more hard than they? The bleating sheep with my complaints agree, They parch'd with heat, and I inflam'd by thee. 20
VER. 9.] Dr. Samuel Garth, Author of the Dispensary, was one of the first friends of the Author, whofe acquaintance with him began at fourteen or fifteen. Their friendfhip continued from the year 1703 to 1718, which was that of his death. P. VER. 16. The woods jhall anfwer, and their echo ring,] Is a line out of Spenfer's Epithalamion. P.
VER. 8. And fove confented]
Jupiter et læto defcendet plurimus imbri. Virg. P.. VER. 15. nor to the deaf I fing,]
Non canimus furdis, refpondent omnia fylvæ. Virg. P.
The fultry Sirius burns the thirsty plains,
Oft in the crystal spring I caft a view,
But fince thofe graces meet my eyes no more,
VER. 23. Where ftray ye Mufes, etc.]
Quæ nemora, aut qui vos faltus habuere, puellæ
Virg. out of Theocr. P. VER. 27. Virgil again from the Cyclops of Theocritus, nuper me in littore vidi, Cum placidum ventis ftaret mare; non ego Daphnim,