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Resound, ye hills, resound my mournful strain! “ Let Nature change, let Heaven and Earth deplore, Now bright Arcturus glads the teeming grain ; Fair Daphne's dead, and Love is now no more!" Now golden fruits on loaded branches shine,
"Tis done, and Nature's various charms decay: 29 And grateful clusters swell with foods of wine ; See gloomy clouds obscure the cheerful day! Now blushing berries paint the yellow grove ;
Now hung with pearls the dropping trees appears Just gods! shall all things yield returns but love! Their faded honours scatter'd on her bier.
Resound, ye bills, resound my mournful lay! See where, on earth, the flowery glories lie; The shepherds cry, “ 'Thy flocks are left a prey.” With her they fourish'd, and with her they die. Ah! what awails it me the flocks to keep,
Ah, what avail the beauties Nature wore? Who lost my heart while I presert'd my sheep? Fair Daphne's dead, and Beauty is no more! Pan came, and ask'd, what magic caus'd my smart,
For her the flocks refuse their verdant food, Or what ill eyes malignant glances dart?
The thirsty heifers shin the gliding flood : What eyes but hers, alas, have power to move!
The silver swans her bapless fate bemoan, And is there magic but what dwells in love? In notes more sad than when they sing their owti;
Resound, ye hills, resound my mournful strains ! In hollow caves sweet Echo silent lies, I'll ny from shepheris, flocks, and flowery plains. Silent, or only to her name replies ; From shepherds, Aocks, and plains, I may remove,
Her name with pleasure once she taught the shore, Forsake mankind, and all the world-but love! Now Daphne's dead, and Pleasure is no more! I know thee, Lore! on foreign mountains bred,
No grateful dews descend from evening skies, Wolves gave thee suck, and savage tigers fed.
Nor morning odours from the flowers arise ; Thou wert from Etna's burning entrails torn,
No rich perfumes refresh the fruitful field, Got by fierce whirlwinds, and in thunder born! Nor fragrant herbs their native incense yield. Resound, ye hills, resound my mourirful lay!
The balmy Zephyrs, silent since her death, Farewell, ye woods, adieu the light of day!
Lament the ceasing of a sweeter breath; One leap from yonder cliff shall end my pains;
Th' industrious bees neglect their golden store ; No more, ye hills, no more resound my strains !
Fair Daphine's dead, and Sweetness is no more! Thus sung the shepherds till th’approach of night,
No more the mounting larks, while Daphne sings, The skies yet blushing with departed light,
Shall, listening in mid ait, suspend their wings; When falling dews with spangles deck the glade,
No more the birds shall imitate her lays,
Or, hushid with wonder, hearken from the sprays:
But tell the reeds, and tell the vocal shore,
Fair Daphne's dead, and Music is no more!
Her fate is whisper'd by the gentle breeze,
And told in sighs to all the trembling trees ;
The trembling trees in every plain and wood, 'TO THE MEMORY OP MRS. TEMPEST.
Her fate remurinur to the silver flood :
The silver flood, so lately calm, appears
Swell'd with new passion, and o'erflows with tears Is not so mournful as the strains you sing;
The winds, and trees, and floods, her death deplore, Nor rivers winding through the vales below,
Daphne our grief! our glory now no more! So sweetly warble, or so smoothly flow.
But see! where Daphne wondering mounts on Now sleeping focks on their soft fleeces lie,
Above the clouds, above the starry sky! [high The Moon, serene in glory, mounts the sky,
Eternal beauties grace the shining scene, While silent birds forget their tuneful lays,
Fields ever fresh, and groves for ever green !
There while you rest in Amaranthine bowers,
Bebold us kindly, who your name implore,
How all things listen, while thy Muse complains ! That call’d the listening Dryads to the plain ? Such silence waits on Philomela's strains, Thames heard the numbers as he flow'd along,
In some still evening, when the whispering breeze And bade his willows learn the moving song. Pants on the leaves, and dies upon the trees.
To thee, bright goddess, oft a lamb shall bleed, So may kind rains their vital moisture yield,
Ifteeining ewes increase my fleecy breed. [give, 83 And swell the future harvest of the field.
While plants their shade, or flowers their ozlours Begin; this charge the dying Daphne gave, Thy name, thy honour, and thy praise, shall live! And said, “ Ye shepherds sing around iny grave!" Sing, while beside the shaded tomb I mourn,
But see, Orion sheds unwholesome dews;
Arise, the pines a noxious shade diffuse ;
Ver. 29. Originally thus in the MS. Let nymphs and sylvans cypress garlands bring;
'Tis done, and Nature's chang'd since you are gone; Ye weeping Loves, the stream with myrtles hide,
Behold, the clouds have “put their inourning on.” And break your bows as when Adonis dy'd ;
Ver. 83. Originally thus in the MS.
While vapours rise, and driving snows descend,
Sharp Boreas blows, and Nature feels decay, From Jesse's' root behold a branch arise,
89 And on its top descends the mystic Dove.
From storm a shelter, and from heat a shade.
Returning Justice * lift aloft her scale;
Peace o'er the world her olive wand extend,
And white-rob’d Innocence from Heaven descend.
Swift fly the years, and rise th' expected morn!
Ob spring to light, auspicious Babe, be born! ADVERTISEMENT.
See, Nature hastes her earliest wreaths to bring, 23 In reading several passages of the prophet Isaiah, With all the incense of the br athing si ring:
which foretel the coming of Christ, and the See lofty Lebanon' his head advance, felicities attending it, I could not but observe a Ste nodding forests on the mountains dance: remarkable parity between many of the thoughts, See spicy clouds from lowly Saron rise, and those in the Pollio of Virgil. This will not And Carmel's flowery top perfumes the skies ! spem surprising, when we reflect, that the Hark! a glad voice the lonely desert cheers; 29 Eclogue was taken from a Sibyline prophecy on Prepare the way! a God, a God appears ! the same subject. One may judge that Virgil did not copy it line for line ; but selected such ideas as best agreed with the nature of pastoral shall conceive and bear a Son--Chap. ix. ver. 6,
Isaiah, ch. vij. ver. 14. “ Behold a Virgin poetry, and disposed them in that manner which served mast to beautify his piece. I have the Prince of Peace: of the increase of his govern
7. Unto us a Child is born ; unto us a Son is given; endeavoured the same in this imitation of him, ment, and of his peace, there shall be no end : though without admitting any thing of my own; Upon the throne of David, and upon his kingdom, since it was written with this particular view, that the reader, by comparing the several with justice, for ever and ever.”
to order and to establish it, with judginent and thoughts, might see how far the images and descriptions of the prophet are superior to those Ver. 23. See Nature hastes, &c.] Virg. Ecl. iv. of the poet. But as I fear I have prejudiced
ver. 18. them by my management, I shall subjoin the At tibi prima, per, nullo munuscula cultu, passages of Isaiah, and those of Virgil, under
Errantes hederas passim cum baccare tellus, the same disadvantage of a literal translation, Mixtaque ridenti colocasia fundet acantho
Ipsa tibi blandos fundent cunabula flores.
“For thee, O Child, shall the Earth, without being tilled, produce her early offerings ; winding
ivy, mixed with baccar, and colocassia with smil. Yenymphs of Solyma! begin the song :
ing acanthus. Thy cradle shall pour forth please To htavenly themes sublimer strains belong,
ing flowers about thee."
Isaiah. Ch. xxxi. ver. 1. “The wilderness and The mossy fountains and the sylvan shades, The dreams of Pindus and th' Aonian maids,
the solitary place shall be glad, and the desert Delight no more thou my voice inspire
shall rejoice and blossom as the rose." Ch. Ix. ver.
13. “ The glory of Lebanon shall come unto thee, Who touch'd Isaiah's hallow'd lips with fire! Rapt into future times, the bard begun:
the fir-tree, the pine-tree, and the box together, A Virgin shall conceive, a Virgin bear a Son! 8
to beautify the place of thy sanctuary."
Virg. Ecl. iv. ver. 46. Ver. 89, &c.] These four last lines allude to the Aggredere ômagnos (aderit jam tempus) honores, sereral subjects of the four pastorals, and to the Cara deûm soboles, magnum Jovis incrementum several scenes of them particularized before in Ecl. v. ver 62. cach.
Ipsa lætitiâ voces ad sidera jactant
Intonsi montes, ipsæ jam carmina rupes, Ver. 8. A Virgin shall conceive all crimes shall Ipsa sonant arbusta, Deus, Deus ille Menalca! cease, &c.] Virg: Ecl. iv. ver. 6.
“ () come and receive the mighty honours : the Jam redit et Virgo, redeunt Saturnia regna,
time draws nigh, O beloved offspring of the gods ! Jam nova progenies cælo demittitur alto.
O great increase of Jove! The uncultivated mounTe duce, siqua maneant sceleris vestigia nostri, tains send shouts of joy to the stars; the very Irrita perpetua solvent formidine terras
rocks sing in verse, the very shrubs cry out, A Pacatumque reget patriis virtutibus orbem. God, a God!” "Now the Virgin returns, now the kingdom of
Isaiah, Ch. xl. ver. 3, 4. “ The voice of him Saturn returns, now a new progeny is sent down that crieth in the wilderness, Prepare ye the way from high Heaven. By means of thee, whatever of the Lord ! make straight in the desert a highreliques of our crimes remain, shall be wiped away. way for our God ! Every valley shall be exalted, and free the world from perpetual fears. He shall i Isai. xi. ver. 1.
2 Ch, xlv. ver. 8. govern the Earth in peace, with the virtues of his 3 Ch. xxv. ver. 4.
• Ch. ix. ver. 7. Father."
• Ch. XXXV, ver. 2.
• Ch. xl. ver. 3, 4o
A SACRED ECLOGUE
A God, a God! the vocal hills reply,
Waste sandy valleys', once perplex'd with thoru, The rocks proclaim th' approaching Deity. The spiry fir and shapely box adorn : Lo, Earth receives him from the bending skies ! To leafless shrubs the Rowery palms succeed, Sink down, ye mountains; and ye vallies, rise ! And odorous myrtle to the noisome weed. With heads declin'd, ye cedars, homage pay; The lambs with wolves shall graze theverdant mead, Be smooth, ye rocks; ye rapid floods, give way! And boys in flowery bands the tiger lead: The Saviour comes ! by ancient bards foretold: The steer and lion at one crib shall meet, Ilear him, ye deaf; and all ye blind, behold! And harmless serpents ? lick the pilgrim's feet. He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, The smiling infant in his hand shall take And on the sightless eye-ball pour the day : The crested basilisk and speckled snake, "Tis he th' obstructed paths of sound shall clear, Pleas'd, the green lustre of the scales survey, And bid new music charm th' unfolding ear: And with their forky tongue shall innocently play. The dumb 'shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem", rise! And leap exulting like the bounding roe.
Exalt thy towery head, and lift thy eyes! [85 No sigh, no murmur, the wide world shall hear, See a long race thy spacious courts adorn ; From every face he wipes off every tear.
See future sons, and daughters yet ynboru, In adamantine' chains shall Death be bound, In crowding ranks on every side arise, And Hell's grim tyrant feel th' eternal wound. Demanding life, impatient for the skies! As the good shepherd' tends his fleecy care, See barbarous nations at thy gates attend, Seeks freshest pasture, and the purest air ; Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend; Explores the lost, the wandering sheep directs, See thy bright altars throng'd with prostrate kings, By day o'ersees them, and by night protects; And heap'd with products of Sabean springs ! The tender lambs he raises in his arms,
For thee Idume's spicy forests blow, Feeds from his band, and in his bosom warms; And seeds of gold in phir's mountains glow. Thus shall mankind his guardian care engage,
See Heaven its sparkling portals wide display, The promis'd father of the future age.
And break upon thee in a flood of day! No more shall nation 2 against nation rise,
No more the rising Sun 'shall gild the morn, Nor ardent warriors meet with hateful eyes, Nor evening Cynthia fill her silver horn; Nor fields with gleaming steel be cover'd o'er, But lost, dissolv'd in thy superior rays, The brazen trumpets kindle rage no more; One tide of glory, one imclouded blaze But useless lances into scythes shall bend, O'erflow thy courts: the Light himself shall shine And the broad falchion in a plow-share end. Reveald, and God's eternal day be thine ! Then palaces shall rise; the joyful son' Shall finish what his short-liv'd sire begun;
IMITATIONS. Their vines a shadow to their race shall yield, Ver. 77. The lambs with wolves, &c.] Virg. Ecl. And the same hand that sow'd, shall reap the field. iv. ver. 21. The swain in barren deserts with surprise 67
Ipse lacte domum referent distenta capella Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise;
Ubera, nec magnos metuent armenta leones And starts, amidst the thirsty wilds to hear
Occidet et serpens, et fallax herba veneni New falls of water murmuring in his ear.
Occidet. On rifted rocks, the dragon's late abodes,
“ The goats shall bear to the fold their udders The green reed trembles, and the bulrush nods.
distended with milk; nor shall the herds be afraid IMITATIONS.
of the greatest lions. The serpent shall die, and
the herb that conceals poison shall die.” and every mountain aud hill shall be made low,
Isaiah, Ch. xi. ver. 6. &c. “ The wolf shall and the crooked shall be made straight, and the dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie rough places plain.” Ch. iv. ver. 23. “ Break down with the kid, and the calfand the young lion forth into singing, ye mountains; O forest, and and the fatling together; and a little child shall every tree therein, for the Lord hath redeemed lead them. And the lion shall eat straw like the Israel."
And the sucking child shall play on the hole Ver. 67. The swain in barren deserts] Virg. Ecl. of the asp, and the weaned child shall put his jv. ver. 28.
hand on the den of the cockatrice." Molli paulatim flavescet campus aristâ,
Ver. 85. Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Sa. Incultisque rubens pendebit sentibus uva, lem, rise !] The thoughts of Isaiah, which comEt dura quercus sudabunt roscida mella. pose the latter part of the poem, are wonderfully
" The fields shall grow yellow with ripen'd ears, elevated, and much above those general exclama. and the red grape shall hang upon the wild brambles, tions of Virgil, which make the loftiest part of his and the hard oaks shall distil honey like dew.”
Pollio. Isaiah, (h. xxxv. ver. 7. “The parched ground Magnus ab integro seclorum nascitur ordo ! shall become a pool, and the thirsty land springs -toto surget gens aurta mundo! of water : In the habitations where dragons lay, -Incipient magni procedere menses ! shall be grass, and reeds and rushes." Ch. lv. Aspice, venturo lætentur ut omnia sæclo! &c. ver. 13. “ Instead of the thorn shall come up the fir tree, and instead of the briar shall come up the Isaiah, here cited.
The reader needs only to turn to the passages of myrtle-tree.”
5 Ch. xli. rer. 19. and Ch. lv. ver. 13. ?Ch. xliii. ver. 18. Ch. xxxv. ver. 5, 6.
8 Ch. xin ver. 6, 7, 8.
· Ch. Ixv. ver. 25. a (h. xvi. ver. 8. . Ch. xl. ver. 11.
6 Ch. 1x. ver. 1.
9 Ch. 1x. ver. 4. 1 (h. js. Ver. 6. 2 Ch. ij. ver. 4.
I('h. Ix. ver. 3.
2 Ch. lx. ver 6. 3 Ch. lari ver. 91, 92. * Ch. xxxv. ver. 1, 7.
• Ch. la ver. 19, 20.
The seas. shall waste, the skies in smoke decay, While by our oaks the precious loads are borne,
Than what more humble mountains offer here,
See Pan with flocks, with fruits Pomona crown'd,
Here blushing Flora paints th' enamel'd ground,
Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand, TO THE RIGHT HONOU'RABLE GEORGE LORD LANSDOWNE. And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand; “ Non injussa cano: Te nostræ, Vare, myrice,
Rich Industry sits smiling on the plains, Te Nemus omnecanet: nec Phæbo gratior ulla est,
And Peace and Plenty tell, a Stuart reigns.
Not thus the land appeard in ages past, Quam sibi quie Vari præscripsit pagina nomen."
A drenry desert, and a gloomy waste,
And kings more furious and severe than they; This poem was written at two different times: the Who claim'd the skies, dispeopled air and foods,
tirst part of it, which relates to the country, in The lonely lords of empty wilds and woods :
What could be free, when lawless beasts obey'd,
In vain kind seasons sweli'd the teening grain ;
Soft showers distill’d, and suns grew warm in vain ;
The swain with tears bis frustrate labour yields, Tus forests, Windsor! and thy green retreats, And, famish'd, dies amidst his ripen'd fiells. At once the Monarch's and the Muse's seats,
What wonder then, a beast or subject slain 57 Invite my lays. Be present, sylvan maids ! Were equal crimes in a despotic reign? Unlock your springs, and open all your shades. Both doom'd alike for sportive tyrants bled, Granville commands; your aid, O Muses, bring! | But, while the subject starv'd, the beast was fed, What Muse for Granville can refuse to sing? Proud Nimrod first the bloody chase began,
The groves of Eden, vanish'd now so long, A mighty hunter, and his prey was man: Live in description, and look green in song; Our baughty Norman boasts that barbarous name, These, were my breast inspir'd with equal flame, And makes his trembling slaves the royal game. Like them in beauty, should be like in fame. The fields are ravish'd from th' industrious swains, Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain, From inen their cities, and from gods their fancs: Here earth and water seem to strive again; The levellid towns with weeds lie cover'd o'er; Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis d, The hollow winds through naked temples roar; But, as the world, harmoniously confus'd; Round broken columns wasping ivy twin'd; Where order in variety we see,
O’er heaps of ruin stalk'd the stately hind; And where, though all things differ, all agree. The fox obscene to gaping tornbs retires, Here waving groves a chequer'd scene display, And savaze howlings fill the sacred quires. And part adınit, and part exclude the day; Aw'd by his nobles, by his commons curst, As some coy nymph her lover's warın address Th' oppressor ruld tyrannic where he durst, Nor quite indulges, nor can quite repress. Stretch'd o'er the poor and church There, interspers'd in lawns and opening glades, And serv'd alike his vassals and his God. Thin trees arise that shun each other's shades, Whom ev'n the Saxon spar'd, and bloody Dane, Here in full light the russet plains extend : The wanton victims of his sport remain. There, wrapt in clouds, the bluish bills ascend.
But scr, the man who spacious regions gave Evin the wild heath displays her purple dies, 25 A waste for beasts, himself deny'd a gravs! And 'midst the desert, fruitful fields arise, Stretch'd on the laun bis second hope survey, That, crown'd with tnfted trees and springing corn, At once the chaser, and at once the prey : Like vordant isles the sable waste adorn.
Lo Rufus, tugging at the deadly dart, Let India boast her plants, nor envy we
Bleeds in the forest like a wounded hart. The weeping amber, or the balıny tree,
Ver. 49. Originally thus in the MS. Ver. 3, &c. Originally thus:
From towns laid waste, to dens and caves they ran Chaste goddess of the wepils, (For who first stoop'd to be a slave was inan). Vymphs of the vales, and Naiads of the Hoods,
Ver. 57, &c. Irad me through arching bow'rs, and glimming
No wonder sarages or subjects slainLuluck your springs
But subjects starv'd, while savages were fed. Ver. 25. Originally thus :
It was originally thus; but the word Savages in Why should I sing our better suns or air, not properly applied to bcasts, but to mon; which Whose vital draughts prevent the leach's care, occasioned the alteration. While through fresli ticlds tir' enliv'ning odours Ver. 72. And wolres with howling fill, &c.] breathe',
The author thought this an errour, wolves not Orspread with vernal blooms the p:ırple heath? being conmon in England at the time of the
Succeeding monarchs heard the subjects cries, Oft, as in airy rings they skim the heath,
In genial spring, beneath the quivering shade,
Ye vigorons swains! while youth ferments your With looks unmov'd, he hopes the scaly breed, And purer spirits swell the sprightly food, [blood, And eyes the dancing cork and bending reed. Now range the bills, the gameful woods beset, Our plenteous streams a various race supply, Wind the shrill horn, or spread the waving net. The bright-ey'd perch with fins of Tyrian dye, When milder autumn summer's heat succeeds, 97 | The silver eel, in shining volumes rollid, And in the new-shorn field the partridge feeds; The yellow carp, in scales bedropp'd with gold, Before his lord the ready spaniel bounds,
Swift trouts, diversify'd with crimson stains, Panting with hope, he tries the furrow'd grounds; And pikes, the tyrants of the watery plains. But when the tainted gales the game betray, Now Cancer glows with Phæbus' fiery car: Couch'd close be lies, and meditates the prey : The youth rush eager to the sylvan war, Secure they trust th' nnfaithful field beset, Swarm o'er the lawns, the forest walks surround, Till hovering o'er them sweeps the swelling net. Rouze the feet hart, and cheer the opening hound, Thus (if small things we may with great compare) Th’ impatient courser pants in every rein, When Albion sends her eager sons to war, (blest, 107 And, pawing, seems to beat the distant plain: Some thoughtless town, with ease and plenty Hills, vales, and floods, appear already cross'd, Near and more near, the closing lines invest; And, ere he starts, a thousand steps are lost. Sudden they seize th' amaz’d, defenceless prize, See the bold youth strain up the threatening steep, And high in air Britannia's standard fies.
Rush through the thickets, down the valleys See! from the brake the whirring pheasant sweep, And mountsexulting on triumphant wings: [springs, Hang o'er their coursers heads with cager speed, Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound,
And Earth rolls back beneath the flying steed. Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground. Let old Arcadja boast her ample plain, Ah! what avail his glossy, varying dies,
Th' immortal buntress, and her virgin-train; His purple crest, and scarlet circled eyes,
Nor envy, Windsor! since thy shades have seen The vivid green his shining plunes unfold, As bright a goddess, and as chaste a queen; His painted wings, and breast that flames with gold? Whose care, like her's, protects the sylvan reign,
Nor yet, when moist Arcturus clouds the sky, The Farth's fair light, and empress of the main. The woods and fields their pleasing toils deny. Here, too, 'tis sung, of old Diana stray'd, To plains with well-breath'd beagles we repair, And Cynthus' top forsook for Windsor shade; And trace the mazes of the circling hare:
Here was she seen o'er airy wastes to rove, (Beasts, urg'd by us, their fellow beasts pursue, Seek the clear spring, or haunt the pathless grove; And learn of man each other to undo)
Here, arm'd with silver bows, in early dawn, With slaughtering guns th' unweary'd fowler roves, Her buskin'd Virgins trac'd the dewy lawn. When frosts have whiten'd all the naked Above the rest a rural nymph was fam’d, groves;
126 | Thy offspring, Thames! the fair Lodona nam'd. Where doves in flocks the leafless trees O'ersbade, (Lodona's fate, in long oblivion cast, And lonely woodcocks haunt the watery glade. The Muse shali sing, and what she sings shall last.) He lifts the tube, and l: vels with his eye;
129 Scarce could the goddess from her nymph be known, Straight a short thunder breaks the frozen sky: But by the crescent, and the golden zone.
She scorn'd the praise of beauty, and the care ; VARIATIONS.
A belt her waist, a fillet binds her hair; Ver. 91.
A painted quirer on her shoulder sounds, Oh may no more a foreign master's rage, And with her dart the Aying deer she wounds, With wrongs yet legal, curse a future age! It chanc'd, as, eager of the chase, the maid Still spread, fair Liberty! thy heav'nly wings, Beyond the forest's verdant limits stray'd, Breathe plenty on the fields, and fragrance on Pan saw and lov'd, and burning with desire the springs.
Pursued her flight; her flight increas'd his fire. Ver. 97.
Not half so swift the trembling doves can fly, When yellow autumn summer's heat succeeds,
When the fierce eagle cleaves the liquid sky; And into wine the purple harvest bleeds,
Not half so swiftly the fierce eagle moves, The partridge, feeding in the new-shorn fields, When through the clouds he drives the trembling Both morning sports and ev'ning pleasure yields.
As from the god she flew with furious pace,
Or as the god, more furions, urg'd the chase. Sudden before some unsuspecting town;
Now fainting, sinking, pale, the nymph appears; The young, the old, one instant makes our prize, And now his shadow reach'd her as she run,
Now close behind, his sounding steps she hears; And o'er their captive heads Britannia's standard
His shadow lengthen'd by the setting Sun;
And now his shorter breath, with sultry air, Ver. 126. O’er rustling leaves around the naked Pants on her neck, and fans her parting hair. groves.
In vain on father Thames she calls for aid, Ver. 129. The fowler lifts his levell’d tube on high. I Nor could Diana belp her injur'd maid,