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NOTES AND OBSERVATIONS.
ON THE PASTORALS.
PASTORAL I. P. 61. Ver. 1.
First in these fields I try the fylvan strains,
Nor blush to sport on Windfor's blissful plains. Our Poet seems to have consulted Dryden's version of the place imitated here, Virg. Eçl. vi. Į.
I first transferr'd to Rome Sicilian strains :
Nor blusb'd the Doric Muse to dwell on Mantuan plains. Roscommon also, a terse, judicious, unaffected, and moral writer, juftly esteemed and celebrated by Pope, may be agreeably compared on this occasion :
I first of Romans stoop'd to rural strains,
Ver. 5. Let vernal airs through trembling ofiers play.
Then on the bank of Jordan, by a creek,
too good for pow'r. A passage in Lụcan, viii. 493. is very apposite to this sentiment :
No union power supreme and virtue know.
With joyous music wake the dawning day!
Millon, Paradise Regain’d, iv. 437. in most delicate strains of the
- the birds
To gratulate the sweet return of morn.
O! Nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray
Warbleft at eve! Some lines in Broome's Paraphrafe of Job xxxix. on a congenial subject, will be acceptable to the reader, who delights in the fragrance
of these blossoms of the Muses :
Ver. 25. Why fit we mute, when early linnets fing;
When warbling Philomel falutes the spring ? He is indebted here to Waller's Chloris and Hylas; a passage, pointed out also by Mr. White;
Hylas, oh Hylas! wby fit we mute,
where wanton ivy twines, And swelling clusters bend the curling vines. Dryden, in his State of Innocence, A& iii. Scene 1.
And creeping 'twixt 'em all, the mantling vine
Ver. 37. Four figures rising from the work appear. So Dryden, Æn. viii. 830.
And Roman triumphs rising on the gold.
Ver. 62. And trees weep amber on the banks of Po. This sweet line is indebted, perhaps, to Milton, Par. Loft, iv. 248. Groves, whose rich trees wept
and balm. The classical reader will thank me for producing fome elegant verses of Marius Vi&or, an author but little known, from his de. fcription of Paradise :
quod Medus redolet, vel crine soluto
Ver. 73. All nature laughs; the groves are fresh and fair. It stood in the first edition, and, I think, as well :
All nature laughs; the groves fresh honours wear.
What joy, without your fight, has earth in store ?
PASTORAL II. P. 73.
The captive bird that sings within thy bow'r.
STEEVENS. A similar wish occurs in Ovid, Met. viii. 51.
O! ego ter felix, fi pennis lapsa per auras Gnoffiaci poflim caftris infiftere regis. Oh! had I wings to glide along the air ! To his dear tent l’d fly, and settle there. CROXALL. Ver. 69. Here bees from blossoms fip the rofy dew. Milton, in his Penseroso :
And every herb, that hps the dew.
PASTORAL III. P. 82.
Say all, and I with them,
Ver. 37. Let op'ning roses knotted oaks adorn,
And liquid amber drop from every thorn. Bowles, in his translation of Theocritus, Idyll. v. affifted our bard:
On brambles now let violets be born,
And op’ning roses blush on every thorn. Ogilby's line at the original passage in Virgil, is very pleasing and melodious: And purest amber flow from
Ver. 43. Not bubbling fountains to the thirsty swain,
Not balmy sleep to lab’rers faint with pain,
Are half so charming as thy fight to me.
To virgins, flow'rs; to sun-burnt earth, the rain ;
Are not so pleating as thy blett return.
Wolves gave thee fuck, and favage tigers fed. Not unlike Stafford's version of the original in Dryden's Milcellanies,
I know thee, Love! on mountains thou was bred,
And Thracian rocks thy infant fury fed.
I know thee, Love! wild as the raging main ;
PASTORAL IV. P. 90.
Ver 39. The filver swans her hapless fate bemoan,
In notes more fad than when they fing their own. The hinc of this turn was derived from a verse in Philips's Pastorals, where the circumitances of the case render it ridiculous :
Ye brighter maids, faint emblems of my fair,
THE MESSIAH. P. 105.
O thou my voice inspire, Who touchd Isaiah's hallow'd lips with fire ! Milton had already made the same allufion to Isaiah, vi. 7. at. the clofe of his Hymn on the Nativity:
And join thy voice unto the angel quire,
From out his sacred altar touch'd with hallow'd fire. Cowley also, David. i. 25. admits comparison :
Ev'n thou my brealt with such bleft rage inspire,
As mov'd the tuneful strings of David's lyre. But a noble passage in Millon's Reason of Church Government is still more appofite; By devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit, rs who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends « out his Seraphim, with the hallow'd fire of his altar, to touch " and purify the lips of whom he pleases."
Ver 22. Oh spring to light, auspicious babe! be born. This seems a palpable imitation of Callimachus, but where our Poet fell upon it, I cannot discover : Hymn. Del 214.
Γενεο, γεις , καρε" και ηπιό, εξιθι κολπα.
the visual ray.
Ver. 39. He from thick films shall
purge Thus Milton, Par. Loft, iji. 620.
and th' air,
To objects distant far:
For inward light alas !
Ver. 99. No more the rising sun shall gild the morn,
Nor ev'ning Cynthia fill her filver horn. There is a general resemblance in these charming lines to the beginning of Ovid's Metamorphoses, and Sandys's excellent transla. tion there :
Nullus adhuc mundo præbebat lumina Titan,