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STREPHON. Inspire me, Phoebus, in my Delia's praife, 45 With Waller's ftrains, or Granville's * moving lays ! A milk-white bull shall at your altars ftand, That threats a fight, and spurns the rising fand,
And trees weep
amber on the banks of Po;
na distant field.
George Granville, afterwards Lord Landsdowne.
STREPHON. All nature mourns, the skies relent in show'rs, Hush'd are the birds, and clos'd the drooping flow'rs; 70 If Delia smile, the flowers begin to spring, The skies to brighten, and the birds to fing.
Say, shepherd, fay, in what glad foil appears
An allusion to the Royal Oak, in which Charles II. had been hid from the pursuit after the battle of Worcester. This line las been almost uni. versally cavilled at by the critics, especially by the author of an Eliy on the Genius, &c. It is, however, perhaps with more ingenuity than propriety defunded by Mr. Rufihead.
Cease to contend, for (Daphnis) I decree The bowl to Strephon, and the lamb to thee : Bleft Swains, whole nymphs in ev'ry grace excel, 95 Bleft Nymphs, whose lwains those graces sing so well! Now rise and haste to yonder woodbine bow'rs, A soft retreat from fudden vernal show'rs; The turf with rural dainties shall be crown'd, While opening blooms diffuse their sweets around. For see! the gath’ring flocks to Thelter tend, And from the Pleiads fruitful show'rs descend,
† This alludes to the device of the Scots Monarchs, the Thistle, worn by Queen Anne, and to the arms of France, the Fleur de Lys.
Led fofth his flocks along the silver Thame,
Accept, O Garth, the Muse's early lays,
* The Scene of this Pastoral by the River's side, suitable to the heat of the season ; the Time, Noon.
# Dr. Samuel Garth, author of the Dispensary, was one of the first friends of the author, whose acquaintance with him began at fourteen or fif
Their friendship continued from the year 1703, to 1758, which was that of the doctor's death.
The sultry Sirius burns the thirsty plains,.
Where stray. ye Muses, in what lawn or grove,
35 Feed fairer flocks, or richer fleeces share : But nigh yon mountain let me tune my lays, Embrace my Love, and bind my brows with bays. That flute is mine which Colin's * tuneful breath Inspir'd when living, and bequeath'd in death; He said, Alexis, take this pipe, the fame That taught the groves my Rosalinda's name : But now the reeds shall hang on yonder tree, For ever filent, fince despis'd by thee. Oh! were I made by some transforming pow'r 45 The captive bird that fings within thy bow'r ! Then might my voice thy liftning ears employ, And I those kiffes he receives, enjoy.
yet my numbers please the rural throng, Rough Satyrs dance, and Pan applauds the song: 50 The Nymphs førsaking ev'ry cave and spring, Their early fruit, and milk-white turtles bring; Each am'rous nymph prefers her gifts in vain, On you their gifts are all bestow'd again. For you the swains the faireft flow'rs design, :55 And in one garland all their beauties joiny.
* The name taken by Spenser in his Eclogues, where his mist:cfs is cele. brated under that of Rosalinda.