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Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past, That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and hid them hither cast Their bells, and flow'rets of a thousand hues. 135 Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart-star sparely looks: Throw hither all your quaint enamellid eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. 141 Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freak’d with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attir'd woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears: Bid amarantus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strow the laureate herse where Lycid lies. For so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise. Ay me! Whilst thee the shores, and sounding seas
136 use] i. e. frequent, inhabit. Spens. F. Q. Introd. b. vi. st. 2.
"In these strange waies, where never foot did use. Newton. 138 swart] See Warton's note on this word 153 dally] Gayton's Chartæ Scriptæ, p. 21.
•When our fond thoughts are wearied with the sports
O th' earth, we dally in the watry coasts.'
Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurl'd, 155
Weep no more, woful Shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead,
166 Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky; 171 So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Thro’ the dear might of him that walk'd the waves, Where other groves, and other streams along,
158 monstrous] The sea, the world of monsters. Hor. Od. i. 3. 18. Virg. Æn. vi. 729.
Que marmoreo fert monstra sub æquore pontus. Warton. 167 watery floor) Dante Purg. i. 15. Sovra 'l suol marino.? Davison's Poet. Rhapsodie, p. 78.
169 repairs] Lidgate's Troy, p. 13, • Long ere Titan 'gan make his repaire. Browne's Brit. Past. p. 88, · Breathes to the sullen night a soit repayre.' See Fletcher's Christ's Victory, ii. 12; and the Adamus Exul Grotii, p. 28, 35; and Marino's Slaugh. of the Innoc. p. 45, "His light immortal doth repair.' And Lucret. v. 733. 171 forehead] Oft seen in forehead of the frowning skies.'
Sylvest. Du Bartas, p. 25.
With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves,
Thus sang the uncouth swain to th’ oaks and rills,
177 blest] Past. Ægl. on Sir P. Sidney's death, by L. B. ver. 135.
Phillisides is dead! Oh happie sprite
Looke down awhile from where thou sitst above,' &c. 190 See Past. Ægl. on Sir P. Sidney's death, by L. B. ver. 159.
“The sun, lo! hastned hath his face to steep
In western waves; and th' aire with stormy showres,
Lycon, lett's rise -
• To-morrow shall ye feast in pastures new. Warton.
HENCE, vain deluding joys,
The brood of folly without father bred, How little you bestead,
Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain,
And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless
As the gay motes that people the sunbeams,
The fickle pensioners of Morpheus' train.
Thee bright-hair'd Vesta, long of yore,
35 cyprus] Winter's Tale, act iv. sc. 3.
Cyprus black as e'er was crow. Warton. 37 keep] - State in wonted manner keep. Jonson's Cynth. Rev. act V. 8. 6. Warton.