AUTUMN.

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THE

THIRD PASTORAL,

OR

HYLAS and ÆGON.

To Mr. WYCHERLEY.

ENEATH the shade a spreading Beech displays, Hylas and Ægon sung their rural lays; This mourn'd a faithless, that an absent Love, And Delia's name and Doris' fill'd the Grove. Ye Mantuan nymphs, your facred succour bring; s Hylas and Ægon's rural lays I fing.

Thou, whom the Nine with Plautus' wit inspire, The art of Terence, and Menander's fire; Whose sense instructs us, and whose humour charms, Whose judgment sways us, and whose spirit warms! Oh, skill'd in Nature! see the hearts of Swains, II

NOTES.

This Paftoral confifts of two parts, like the viiith of Virgil: The Scene, a Hill; the Time at Sun-fet.

VER. 7. Thou, whom the Nine,) Mr. Wycherley, a famous author of Comedies of which the most celebrated were the Plain - Dealer and Country-Wife. He was a writer of infinite spirit, fatire, and wit. The only objection made to him was that he had too much. However he was followed in the fame way by Mr. Congreve; tho' with a little more correctness.

Their artless paffions, and their tender pains.
Now fetting Phœbus fhone serenely bright,
And fleecy clouds were streak'd with purple light;
When tuneful Hylas with melodious moan,
Taught rocks to weep and made the mountains groan.

Go, gentle gales, and bear my fighs away!
To Delia's ear the tender notes convey.
As fome sad Turtle his loft love deplores,
And with deep murmurs Alls the founding fhores;
Thus, far from Delia, to the winds I mourn,
Alike unheard, unpity'd, and forlorn.

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Go, gentle gales, and bear my fighs along! For her, the feather'd quires neglect their fong: For her, the limes their pleasing shades deny; 25 For her, the lilies hang their heads and die. Ye flow'rs that droop, forsaken by the spring, Ye birds that, left by suminer, cease to fing, Ye trees that fade when autunn-heats remove, Say, is not absence death to those who love?

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Go, gentle gales, and bear my fighs away!
Curs'd be the fields that cause my Delia's ftay;
Fade ev'ry bloffom, wither ev'ry tree,
Die ev'ry flow'r, and perish all, but the.
What have I faid? where'er my Delia flies,
Let spring attend, and fudden flow'rs arife;
Let op'ning roses knotted oaks adorn,

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And liquid amber drop from ev'ry thorn.

VER. 37.

IMITATIONS.

Aurea dura

Mala ferant quercus; narcisso Horeat alnus,
Pinguia corticibus sudent electra myrice.

Virg. Ecl. viil.

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Go, gentle gales, and bear my fighs along!
The birds shall cease to tune their ev'ning song, 40
The winds to breathe, the waving woods to move,
And ftreams to murmur, e'er I cease to love.
Not bubbling fountains to the thirsty swain,

Not balmy fleep to lab'rers faint with pain,
Not show'rs to larks, or fun-fhine to the bee, 45
Are half fo charming as thy fight to me.

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Go, gentle gales, and bear my fighs away!
Come, Delia, come; ah, why this long delay?
Thro' rocks and caves the name of Delia sounds,
Delia, each cave and echoing rock rebounds.
Ye pow'rs, what pleasing frenzy fooths my mind!!
Do lovers dream, or is my Delia kind?
She coines, my Delia comes! - Now cease my lay,
And cease, ye gales, to bear my fighs away!

Next Ægon fung, while Windfor groves admir'd;
Rehearse, ye Muses, what yourselves inspir'd.

Resound, ye hills, refound my mournful strain!
Of perjur'd Doris, dying I complain:
Here where the mountains, less'ning as they rife,

VARIATIONS.

VER. 48. Originally thus in the MS.

With him thro' Libya's burning plains I'll go,
On Alpine mountains tread th'eternal snow;
Yer feel no heat but what our loves impart,
And dread no coldness but in Thyrfis' heart.

VER. 43. etc.)

IMITATIONS.

Quale fopor feffis in gramine, quale per ætum
Dulcis aquæ faliente fitim reftringuere rivo..
VER. 52. An qui amant, ipfi fibi forania fiungunt?

Ecl. v.

Id. viii.

Lose the low vales, and steal into the skies; 60
While lab'ring oxen, spent with toil and heat,
In their loofe traces from the field retreat:
While curling smoaks from village-tops are seen,
And the fleet shades glide o'er the dufky green.
Resound, ye hills, refound my mournful lay! 65
Beneath yon' poplar oft we past the day:
Oft' on the rind I carv'd her am'rous vows,
While the with garlands hung the bending boughs:
The garlands fade, the vows are worn away;
So dies her love, and fo my hopes decay.

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Resound, ye hills, refound my mournful strain! Now bright, Arcturus glads the teeming grain, Now golden fruits on loaded branches shine, And grateful clusters (well with floods of wine; Now blushing berries paint the yellow grove; Just Gods! shall all things yield returns but love?

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Refound, ye hills, refound my mournful lay! The shepherds cry, "Thy flocks are left a prey Ah! what avails it ine, the flocks to keep,

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Who loft my heart while I preferv'd my fheep.
Pan came, and afk'd, what magic caus'd my fimart,
Or what ill eyes inalignant glances dart?
What eyes but hers, alas, have pow'r to move!
And is there magic but what dwells in love!

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Resound, ye hills, refound my mournful ftraints! I'll fly from the herds, flocks, and flow'ry plains. From shepherds, flocks, and plains, I may remove, Forfake mankind, and all the world-but love!

IMITATIONS.

VER. 82. Or what ill eyes)

Nefcio quis teneros oculos mihi fafcinat agnos.

I know thee, Love! on foreign mountains bred,
Wolves gave thee fuck, and savage tigers fed.
Thou wert from Ætna's burning entrails torn,
Got by fierce whirlwinds, and in thunder born!

Refound, ye hills, refound my mournful lay!

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Farewell, ye woods, adieu the light of day!
One leap from yonder cliff shall end my pains,
No more, ye hills, no more refound my strains!
Thus sung the shepherds till th'approach of night,
The skies yet blushing with departing light,
When falling dews with spangles deck'd the glade,
And the low fun had lengthen'd ev'ry shade.

IMITATIONS.

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VER. 89. Nunc scio quid fit Amor: duris in cotibus illum, etc,