754 760 Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the morn? If every just man, that now pines with want, And she no whit incumber'd with her store; 765 770 Benlowes's Theophila, p. 2. Crouch low! Oh, vermeil tinctur'd cheek! The last mention of this word' vermeil, as applied to the cheek, I know, is in Fielding's Love in Several Masques, act i. sc. 5. Lord Formal says, 'It has exagitated my complexion to that exorbitancy of vermeille,' &c. 153 tresses] Hom. Od. v. 390. Nonni Dionysiaca, xi. 388. 'Evaunglyros "Hous. Stanley's Poems, p. 47. 'She whose loosely flowing hair Scatter'd like the beams o' the morn.' And then the giver would be better thank❜d, 775 780 Crams, and blasphemes his feeder. Shall I go on? And thou art worthy that thou shouldst not know Enjoy your dear wit, and gay rhetoric, That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence; Thou art not fit to hear thyself convinc'd ; Yet should I try, the uncontrolled worth Of this pure cause would kindle my rapt spirits 785 790 795 That dumb things would be mov'd to sympathize, And the brute earth would lend her nerves, and shake, Till all thy magic structures rear'd so high, Were shatter'd into heaps o'er thy false head. COм. She fables not; I feel that I do fear Her words set off by some superior power: And though not mortal, yet a cold shudd'ring dew 797 brute] Hor. Od. i. xxxiv. 9. 'Bruta tellus.' Warton. 800 Dips me all o'er, as when the wrath of Jove 805 810 The BROTHERS rush in with swords drawn, wrest his glass out of his hand, and break it against the ground; his rout make sign of resistance, but are all driven in. The ATTENDANT SPIRIT comes in. SPIR. What, have you let the false inchanter 'scape? O ye mistook, ye should have snatch'd his wand, And bound him fast; without his rod revers'd, And backward mutters of dissevering power, We cannot free the Lady that sits here In stony fetters fix'd, and motionless: Yet stay, be not disturb'd: now I bethink me, Some other means I have which may be us'd, 809 lees] I like the MS. reading best, 'This is mere moral stuff, the very lees.' 'Yet' is bad. 'But' very inaccurate. Hurd. 820 816 revers'd] Ov. Metam. xiv. 300. 'Conversa verbere virga.' This Sandys translates, 'her wand reverst.' Warton. Which once of Melibæus old I learnt, The soothest shepherd that e'er pip'd on plains. That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn stream, Sabrina is her name, a virgin pure; 825 830 835 Whilome she was the daughter of Locrine, 840 845 826 Sabrina] Rob. of Gloucester's Chron. 61. p. 25. ed. Hearne. 829 She] So ed. 1645, and MS. Eds. 1637, and 1695, 'The.' Tickell, Fenton, Ed. 1713, and Warton, 'She.' For which the shepherds at their festivals And throw sweet garland wreaths into her stream And, as the old swain said, she can unlock 851 For maidenhood she loves, and will be swift. 855 To aid a virgin, such as was herself, In hard-besetting need; this will I try, And add the pow'r of some adjuring verse. Sabrina fair, SONG. Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, 860 The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair; Goddess of the silver lake, Listen and save. Listen and appear to us In name of great Oceanus, By th' earth-shaking Neptune's mace, 6 865 870 Todd gives an 863 amber-dropping] Consult Warton's note. extract from Nash's Terrors of the Night, 1594. Their haire they ware loose unrowled about their shoulders, whose dangling amber trammells reaching downe beneath their knees, seemed to drop baulme on their delicious bodies.' 868 great] Hes. Theog. 20. 'Nusavóv te μέɣav. Newton. |