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Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past, That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells, and flow'rets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the inild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart-star sparely looks: Throw hither all your quaint enamelld eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. 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
138 use] i. e. frequent, inhabit. Spens. F. Q. Introd. b. vi. st. 2.
• In these strange waies, where never foot did use.' Newton.
•When our fond thoughts are wearied with the sports
Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurld,
Weep no more, woful Shepherds, weep no more,
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. ii. 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 sort 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] "Of 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, While the still morn went out with sandals
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
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.
13 too bright] Hor. Od. i. xix. 5. “Nimium lubricus aspici.' 19 Ethiop] ‘Noctem Æthiopissam.' Miltoni Prolus. p. 73.
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. keep] • State in wonted manner keep.' Jonson's Cynth. Rev. act V. s. 6. Warton.