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Let other fwains attend the rural care, Feed fairer flocks, or richer fleeces fheer: But nigh yon' mountain let me tune my lays, Embrace my Love, and bind my brows with bays. That flute is mine which Colin's tuneful breath Inspir'd when living, and bequeath'd in death : He faid; Alexis, take this pipe, the fame That taught the groves my Rofalinda's name : But now the reeds fhall hang on yonder tree, For ever filent, fince defpis'd by thee. Oh! were I made by fome transforming pow'r The captive bird that fings within thy bow'r! Then might my voice thy lift'ning ears employ, And I those kisses he receives enjoy.
And yet my numbers please the rural throng, Rough Satyrs dance, and Pan applauds the fong: 50 The Nymphs, forfaking ev'ry cave and spring, Their early fruit, and milk-white turtles bring! Each am'rous nymph prefers her gifts in vain, On you their gifts are all bestow'd again.
VER. 39. Colin] The name taken by Spenfer in his Eclogues, where his miftrefs is celebrated under that of Rofalinda. P.
VER. 40. bequeath'd in death; etc.] Virg. Ecl. ii.
For you the fwains the fairest flow'rs defign, 55
See what delights in fylvan fcenes appear!
When weary reapers quit the fultry field,
And crown'd with corn their thanks to Ceres yield.
VEE, 60. Defcending Gods have found Elyfium here.]
Where'er you tread, the blushing flow'rs fhall rife,
But fee, the shepherds fhun the noon-day heat, The lowing herds to murm'ring brooks retreat, 86 To closer shades the panting flocks remove; Ye Gods! and is there no relief for Love?
VER. 79, 80.
Your praise the tuneful birds to heav'n fhall bear,
So the verses were originally written. But the author, young as he was, foon found the abfurdity which Spenfer himself overlooked, of introducing wolves into England. P.
Ver. 80. And winds fhall waft, etc.]
Partem aliquam, venti, divûm referatis ad aures!
VER. 88. Ye Gods! etc.]
Virg. P. Me tamen urit amor, quis enim modus adfit amori?
But foon the fun with milder rays defcends
By night he scorches, as he burns by day.
VER. al. Me love inflames, nor will his fires allay. P.