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And early, ere the odorous breath of morn
73 gross] Compare Shakesp. Merchant of Venice, act v. sc. 1.
There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st,
Doth grossly close us in, we cannot hear it.'
* And I will purge thy mortal grossness 80,' &c. Warton.
Inimitable sounds: yet as we go,
O’ER the smooth enamelld green,
Follow me as I sing,
And touch the warbled string,
By sandy Ladon's lilied banks; 89 star] •Sun-proof arbours.' Sylvester's Du Bartas, 171, and G. Peele's David and Bethsabe, 1599. “This shade, sun-proof, is yet no proof for thee.'
Warton and Todd. 97 By sandy Ladon's lilied banks] Giles Fletcher's Christ's Victorie and Triumph, 1632. "To Ladon sands,' p. 14. and “On either side bank't with a lily wall,' p. 49. A. Dyce. 97 sandy) Browne's Brit. Past. ii. st. iv. p. 107.
The silver Ladon on his sandy shore.'
On old Lycæus or Cyllene hoar
Trip no more in twilight ranks ;
A better soil shall give ye thanks.
Such a rural Queen
ON THE DEATH OF A FAIR INFANT, DYING OF A
O FAIREST flower, no sooner blown but blasted,
5 That did thy cheek envermeil, thought to kiss, But kill'd, alas, and then bewail'd his fatal bliss.
For since grim Aquilo his charioteer
"Swet Rose, fair flower, untimely pluckt, soon vaded,
Todd. 6 kiss] Shakesp. Venus and Adonis,
He thought to kiss him, and hath killd him so.' Newton.
If likewise he some fair one wedded not,
Of long-uncoupled bed, and childless eld, Which ’mongst the wanton Gods a foul reproach was held.
III. So mounting up in icy-pearled car, Through middle empire of the freezing air He wander'd long, till thee he spy'd from far; There ended was his quest, there ceasd his care. Down he descended from his snow-soft chair,
But all unwares with his cold-kind embrace 20 Unhous'd thy virgin soul from her fair biding place.
IV. Yet art thou not inglorious in thy fate; For so Apollo, with unweeting hand, Whilome did slay his dearly-loved mate, Young Hyacinth, born on Eurotas' strand, 25 Young Hyacinth, the pride of Spartan land;
But then transform’d him to a purple flower : Alack, that so to change thee Winter had no power!
V. Yet can I not persuade me thou art dead, Or that thy corse corrupts in earth's dark womb,
12 infamous) The common accentuation of our elder poetry. Drummond's Urania, 1616,
On this infámous stage of woe to die.' Todd.