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Tower'd cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men,
Where throngs of knights and barons bold
In weeds of peace high triumphs hold,
With store of ladies, whose bright eyes
Rain influence, and judge the prize
Of wit, or arms, while both contend
To win her grace, whom all commend.
There let Hymen oft appear
In saffron robe, with taper clear,
And pomp, and feast, and revelry, ,
With mask, and antique pageantry,
Such sights as youthful poets dream
On summer eves by haunted stream.
Then to the well-trod stage anon,
If Jonson's learned sock be on,
Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child,
Warble his native wood-notes wild.

And ever against eating cares,
Lap me in soft Lydian airs,
Married to immortal verse;
Such as the meeting soul may pierce,
In notes, with many a winding bout
Of linked sweetness long drawn out,
With wanton heed and giddy cunning,
The melting voice through mazes ranning,

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120 weeds) Troilus and Cressida, act iii. sc. 3.

"Great Hector in his weeds of peace.' Todd. 12 Rain] From the Messaggiero of Tasso. Piovano quaggiu della lor virtu.' Black's Life of Tasso, ii. 476.

Untwisting all the chains that tie
The hidden soul of harmony;
That Orpheus' self may heave his head
From golden slumber on a bed,
Of heap'd Elysian flowers, and hear
Such strains as would have won the ear
Of Pluto, to have quite set free
His half regain’d Eurydice.

These delights if thou canst give,
Mirth, with thee I mean to live.

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147 Elysian flowers] See Par. Lost, žj. ver. 359.

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ARCADES.

Part of an Entertainment presented to the Countess Dowager of

Derby, at Harefield, by some noble persons of her family; who appear on the scene in pastoral habit, moving toward the seat of state, with this song.

SONG I.

Look Nymphs, and Shepherds look,
What sudden blaze of majesty
Is that which we from hence descry,
Too divine to be mistook ;

This, this is she
To whom our vows and wishes bend;
Here our solemn search hath end.

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Fame, that her high worth to raise,
Seem'd erst so lavish and profuse,
We may justly now accuse
Of detraction from her praise ;

Less than half we find expressid,
Envy bid conceal the rest.

5 This] Jonson's Ent. at Altrope, 1603.

• This is shee,

This is shee,
In whose world of grace,' &c. Warton.

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Mark what radiant state she spreads,
In circle round her shining throne,
Shooting her beams like silver threads;
This, this is she alone,

Sitting like a Goddess bright,
In the centre of her light.

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Might she the wise Latona be,
Or the towerd Cybele,
Mother of a hundred Gods?
Juno dares not give her odds;

Who had thought this clime had held
A deity so unparalleld?

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As they come forward, the Genius of the wood ap

pears, and turning toward them, speaks.

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Gen. Stay, gentle Swains, for though in this dis

guise,
I see bright honour sparkle through your eyes;
Of famous Arcady ye are, and sprung
Of that renowned flood, so often sung,
Divine Alphéus, who by secret sluice
Stole under seas to meet his Arethuse;
And ye, the breathing roses of the wood,
Fair silver-buskin’d Nymphs, as great and good,

23 give] Too lightly expressed for the occasion. Hurd. 30 Alphéus) Virg. Æn. iii. 694.

* Alpheum, fama est, huc Elidis amnem Occultas egisse vias subter mare, qui nunc Ore, Arethusa, tuo,' &c.

Neroton.

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I know this quest of yours, and free intent
Was all in honour and devotion meant
To the great mistress of yon princely shrine,
Whom with low reverence I adore as mine,
And with all helpful service will comply
To further this night's glad solemnity;
And lead ye where ye may more near behold
What shallow-searching Fame has left untold;
Which I full oft amidst these shades alone
Have sat to wonder at, and gaze upon :
For know, by lot from Jove I am the Power
Of this fair wood, and live in oaken bower,
To nurse the saplings tall, and curl the grove
With ringlets quaint, and wanton windings wove;
And all my plants I save from nightly ill
Of noisome winds, and blasting vapours chill:
And from the boughs brush off the evil dew,
And heal the harms of thwarting thunder blue,
Or what the cross dire-looking planet smites,
Or hurtful worm with canker'd venom bites.
When evening gray doth rise, I fetch my

round Over the mount, and all this hallow'd ground;

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46 curl] Jonson's Mask at Welbeck, 1633, ver. 15.
•When was old Sherwood's head more quaintly curld.'

Warton. 50 brush] Tempest, act i. sc. 4.

As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd.'
and P. L. v. ver. 429. Warton.
52 cross] Shakesp. Jul. Cæs. act i. sc. 3.

• And when the cross blue lightning seem'd open
The breast of heaven.'

Warton.
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