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When tuneful Hylas with melodious moan,
Taught rocks to weep and made the mountains groan.
Go, gentle gales, and bear my fighs away!
To Delia's ear the tender notes convey.
As fome fad Turtle his loft love deplores,
And with deep murmurs fills the founding fhores;
Thus, far from Delia, to the winds I mourn,
Alike unheard, unpity'd, and forlorn.

Go, gentle gales, and bear my fighs along!
For her, the feather'd quires neglect their fong:
For her, the limes their pleafing fhades deny; 25
For her, the lilies hang their heads and die.
Ye flow'rs that droop, forfaken by the spring,
Ye birds that, left by fummer, cease to fing,
Ye trees that fade when autumn-heats remove,
Say, is not abfence death to thofe who love?


Go, gentle gales, and bear my fighs away!
Curs'd be the fields that caufe my Delia's stay;
Fade ev'ry bloffom, wither ev'ry tree,
Die ev'ry flow'r, and perish all, but she.
What have I faid? where'er my Delia flies,
Let fpring attend, and fudden flow'rs arife;
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, 40 The winds to breathe, the waving woods to move, And ftreams to murmur, e'er I ceafe to love. Not bubling fountains to the thirsty fwain, Not balmy fleep to lab'rers faint with pain, Not show'rs to larks, or fun-fhine to the bee, 43 Are half fo charming as thy fight to me.

Go, gentle gales, and bear my fighs 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. go Ye pow'rs, what pleafing frenzy fooths my mind! Do lovers dream, or is my Delia kind? She comes, my Delia comes!--- Now ceafe my lay, And ceafe, ye gales, to bear my fighs away!


VER. 48. Originally thus in the MS.

With him thro' Libya'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.
Aurea duræ

VER. 37.
Mala ferant quercus; narciffo floreat alnus,
Pinguia corticibus fudent electra myricæ. Virg. Ecl. viii. P.
VER. 43. etc.]

Quale fopor feffis in gramine, quale per æftum
Dulcis aquæ faliente fitim reftinguere rivo. Ecl. v. P.
VER. 52. Ân qui amant, ipfi fibi fomnia fingunt? Id. viii. P.

Next Ægon fung, while Windfor groves admir'd; Rehearse, ye Muses, what yourselves infpir'd.

Refound, ye hills, refound my mournful strain! Of perjur'd Doris, dying I complain : Here where the mountains, lefs'ning as they rife, Lose the low vales, and steal into the fkies; 60 While lab'ring oxen, fpent 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! 65 Beneath yon' poplar oft we paft the day: Oft' on the rind I carv'd her am'rous vows, While she with garlands hung the bending boughs: The garlands fade, the vows are worn away; So dies her love, and fo my hopes decay.

70 Refound, ye hills, refound my mournful strain! Now bright Arcturus glads the teeming grain, Now golden fruits on loaded branches shine, And grateful clusters fwell with floods of wine; Now blushing berries paint the yellow grove; 75 Juft Gods! fhall all things yield returns but love?


VER.74. And grateful clusters, etc.] The scene is in Windfor-foreft; fo this image not fo exact.

Refound, ye hills, refound my mournful lay! The shepherds cry, "Thy flocks are left a prey--Ah! what avails it me, the flocks to keep, heart while I preferv'd my sheep. 80

Who loft my

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! 84

Refound, ye hills, refound my mournful strains! I'll fly from shepherds, flocks, and flow'ry plains. From fhepherds, flocks, and plains, Imay 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. 91 Thou wert from Ætna's burning entrails torn, Got by fierce whirlwinds, and in thunder born! Refound, ye hills, refound my mournful lay! Farewell, ye woods, adieu the light of day! One leap from yonder cliff shall end my pains, 95. No more, ye hills, no more refound my ftrains!


VER. 82. Or what ill eyes]

Nefcio quis teneros oculus mihi fafcinat agnos. P.
VER,89. Nunc fcio quid fit Amor: duris in cotibus illum,etc.P.

Thus fung the shepherds till th'approach of night, The fkies yet blufhing with departing light, When falling dews with fpangles deck'd the glade, And the low fun had lengthen'd ev'ry fhade. roo

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

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