PASTORALS. If Sylvia smiles, new glories gild the shore, And vanquish'd nature seems to charm no more. STREPHON. In spring the fields, in autumn hills I love, DAPHNIS. Sylvia's like autumn ripe, yet mild as May, More bright than noon, yet fresh as early day; Ev'n spring displeases, when she shines not here; But blest with her, 'tis spring throughout the year. STREPHON. Say, Daphnis, say, in what glad soil appears, A wondrous tree that sacred monarchs bears; Tell me but this, and I'll disclaim the prize, And give the conquest to thy Sylvia's eyes. DAPHNIS. Nay tell me first, in what more happy fields DAMON. Cease to contend, for, Daphnis, I decree, The bowl to Strephon, and the lamb to thee: 85 ୨୦ Blest VER. 86. A wondrous tree that sacred monarchs bears ;] An allusion to the royal oak, in which Charles II. had been hid from the pursuit after the battle at Worcester. Blest swains, whose nymphs in ev'ry grace excel; 95 ΙΟΙ (79) SUMMER: THE SECOND PASTORAL. OR ALEXIS. TO DR. GARTH. A Shepherd's Boy (he seeks no better name) Accept, O GARTH! the Muse's early lays, Ye shady beeches, and ye cooling streams, Defence from Phœbus', not from Cupid's beams, VER. 3.] The scene of this pastoral by the river side, suitable to the heat of the season; the time, noon. VER. 9.] Dr. Samuel Garth, author of the Dispensary, was one of the first friends of our poet, whose acquaintance with him began at fourteen or fifteen. Their friendship continued from the year 1703 to 1718, which was that of his death. Το you I mourn, nor to the deaf I sing, 15 The woods shall answer, and their echo ring. Where stray ye, Muses, in what lawn or grove, 20 25 Or else where Cam his winding vales divides? As in the crystal spring I view my face, Fresh rising blushes paint the watʼry glass; But since those graces please thy eyes no more, I shun the fountains which I sought before. 30 Once I was skill'd in ev'ry herb that grew, And ev'ry plant that drinks the morning dew; 35 Let other swains attend the rural care, 40 He VER. 39. Colin] The name taken by Spenser in his Eclogues, where his mistress is celebrated under that of Rosalinda. He said; Alexis, take this pipe, the same That taught the groves my Rosalinda's name : And yet my numbers please the rural throng, For you the swains their fairest flow'rs design, 60 See what delights in sylvan scenes appear! Descending gods have found Elysium here. In woods bright Venus with Adonis stray'd, And chaste Diana haunts the forest-shade. Come, lovely nymph, and bless the silent hours, When swains from sheering seek their nightly bow'rs; When weary reapers quit the sultry field, And crown'd with corn their thanks to Ceres yield. 65 This VER 42. Rosalinda's] This is the lady with whom Spenser fell violently in love, as soon as he left Cambridge and went into the North; it is uncertain into what family, and in what capacity. |