Stothard del Angus. South Plate XII. Publish'd as the Act directs by Hamion & Co Nov! 1.1781. Page 410 Begin then, fifters of the facred well, That from beneath the feat of Jove doth spring; So may fome gentle Mufe With lucky words favour my deftin'd urn; And as he paffes turn, And bid fair peace be to my fable shroud: For we were nurs'd upon the felf-fame hill, Fed the fame flock, by fountain, fhade, and rill. Together both, ere the high lawns appear'd Temper'd to th' oaten flute, Rough Satyrs danc'd, and Fauns with cloven heel But O the heavy change, now thou art gone; The willows, and the hazel copfes green, Shall now no more be feen, Fanning their joyous leaves to thy foft lays. Or taint-worm to the weanling herds that graze, Such, Lycidas, thy lofs to fhepherds ear. Where were ye, nymphs, when the remorfelefs deep For neither were ye playing on the steep, Nor yet where Deva fpreads her wizard ftream. Had ye been there; for what could that have done? When by the rout that made the hideous roar, To fcorn delights, and live laborious days; • Set off to th' world, nor in broad rumour lies, • Of fo much fame in Heav'n expect thy meed.' O foun O fountain Arethufe, and thou honour'd flood, Smooth-fliding Mincius, crown'd with vocal reeds, That ftrain I heard was of a higher mood: But now my oat proceeds, And liftens to the herald of the fea That came in Neptune's plea. He afk'd the waves, and ask'd the felon winds, • What hard mishap hath doom'd this gentle swain ?’ And question'd ev'ry guft of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked They knew not of his story. promontory: And fage Hippotades their answer brings, Built in th' eclipfe, and rigg'd with curfes dark, Next Camus, reverend fire, went footing flow, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that fanguine flow'r infcrib'd with woe: • ‘ The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two maffy keys he bore of metals twain, (The golden opes, the iron fhuts amain). He shook his miter'd locks, and ftern befpake: How well could I have fpar'd for thee, young fwain, • Enow of fuch as for their bellies fake Creep and intrude, and climb into the fold,!! • Of other care they little reck'ning make, < Than how to fcramble at the fhearers feaft, And fhove away the worthy bidden guest;... • Blind mouths! that fcarce themselves know how to hold A fheep-hook, or have learn'd aught elfe the least |