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The dawn now blushing on the mountain's side,
Thus Daphnis spoke, and Strephon thus replied

DAPHNIS.
Hear how the birds, on every bloomý spray,
With joyous music wake the dawning day!
Why sit we mute, when early linnets sing,
When warbling Philomel salutes the spring?
Why sit we sad, when Phosphor shines so clear,
And lavish Nature paints the purple year?

STREPION.
Sing then, and Damon shall attend the strain,
While yon slow oxen turn the furrow'd plain.
Here the bright crocus and blue violet glow,
Here western winds on breathing roses blow,
I'll stake yon lamb, that near the fountain plays,
And from the brink his dancing shade surveys.

DAPHNIS.
And I this bowl, where wanton ivy twines,
And swelling clusters bend the curling vines :
Four figures rising from the work appear,
The various seasons of the rolling year;
And what is that which binds the radiant sky,
Where twelve fair signs in beauteous order lie?

Damon.
Then sing by turns, by turns the muses sing :
Now hawthorns blossom, now the daisies spring
Now leaves the trees, and flowers adorn the gro.nd
Begiu, the vales shall every note resound.

STREPHON.
Inspire me, Phæbus, in my Delia's praise,
With Waller's strains, or Granville's moving layg'
A milk-white bull shall at your altar stand,
That threats a fight, and spurns the rising sand.

DAPHNIS.
O Love! for Sylvia let me gain the prize,
And make my tongue victorious as her eyes,
No lambs or sheep for victims I'll impart,
Thy victim, Love,' shall be the shepherd's heart

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STREPHON.
Me gentle Delia beckons from the plain,
Then, hid in shades, eludes her eager swain;
But seigns a laugh, to see me search around,
And by that laugh the willing fair is found.

DAPHNIS.
The sprightly Sylvia trips along the green ;
She runs, but hopes she does not run unseea :
While a kind glance at her pursuer flies,
How much at variance are her feet and eyes !

STREPHON.
O'er golden sands let rich Pactolus flow,
And trees weep amber on the banks of Po;
Blest Thames's shores the brightest beauties yield
Feed here, my lambs, I'll seek no distant field

DAPHNIS.
Celestial Venus haunts Idalia's groves ;
Diana Cynthus, Ceres Hybla loves ;
If Windsor shades delight the matchless maid,
Cynthus and Hybla yield to Windsor-shade.

STREPHON.
All Nature mourns, the skies relent in showers,
Hush'd are the birds, and closed the drooping flowers;
If Delia smile, the flowers begin to spring,
The skies to brighten, and the birds to sing.

DAPHNIS.
All Nature laughs, the groves are fresh and fair
The sun's mild lustre warms the vital air;
If Sylvia smile, new glories gild the shore,
And vanquish'd Nature seems to charm no more

STREPHON.
In spring the fields, in autumn hills I love,
At morn the plains, at noon the shady grove,
But Delia always; absent from her sight,
Nor plains at morn, nor groves at noon delight.

DAPHNIS.
Sylvia's like autumn ripe, yet mild as May
More bright than noon, yet fresh as early day :

E'en spring displeases when she shines not here;
But, bless'd 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
The thistle springs, to which the lily yields :
And then a nobler prize I will resign,
For Sylvia, charming Sylvia, shall be thine.

DAMON.
Cease to contend; for, Daphnis, I decree,
The bowl to Strephon, and the lamb to thee.
Blest swains, whose nymphs in every grace excel;
Blest nymphs, whose swains those graces sing so well
Now rise and haste to yonder woodbine bowers,
A soft retreat from sudden vernal showers :
The turf with rural dainties shall be crown'd,
While opening blooms diffuse their sweets around.
For see! the gathering flocks to shelter tend,
And from the Pleiads fruitful showers descend.

SUMMER.

THE SECOND PASTORAL; OR, ALEXIS

To Dr. Garth.
A SHEPHERD's boy (he seeks no better name)
Led forth his flocks along the silver Thame,
Where dancing sun-beams on the waters play'd,
And verdant alders form'd a quivering shade
Soft as he mourn'd, the streams forgot to tlow,
The flocks around a dumb compassion show
The Naiads wept in every watery bower,
And Jove consented in a silent shower.

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Accept, O Garth, the muse's early lays,
That adds this wreath of ivy to thy bays;
Hear what from love unpractised hearts endure,
From love, the sole disease thou canst not cure.

Ye shady beeches, and ye cooling streams,
Defence from Phæbus', not from Cupid's beams,
To you I mourn; nor to the deaf I sing;
The woods shall answer, and their echo ring.
The hills and rocks attend my doleful lay:
Why art thou prouder and more hard than they ?
The bleating sheep with my complaints agree,
They parchd with heat, and I inflam'd by thee.
The sultry Sirius burns the thirsty plains,
While in thy heart eternal winter reigns.

Where stray ye, muses, in what lawn or grore,
While your Alexis pines in hopeless love ?
In those fair fields where sacred Isis glides,
Or else where Cam his winding vales divides?
As in the chrystal spring I view my face,
Fresh rising blushes paint the watery glass;
But since those graces please thine eyes no more
I shun the fountains which I sought before.
Once I was skill'd in every herb that grew,
And every plant that drinks the morning dew
Ah, wretched shepherd! what avails thy art,
To cure thy lambs, but not to heal thy heart!

Let other swains attend the rural care,
Feed fairer flocks, or richer fleeces shear :
But nigh yon mountain let me tune my lays,
Embrace my love, and bind my brows with bayı
That flute is mine which Colin's tuneful breath
Inspired when living, and bequeathed in death :
He said: 'Alexis, take this pipe, the same
That taught the groves my Rosalinda's name.'
But now the reed shall hang on yonder tree,
For cver silent, since despis'd by thee.
0! were I made by some transforming power,
The captive bird that sings within thy bower!

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Then might my voice thy listening ears employ,
And I those kisses he receives enjoy.

And yet my numbers please the rural throng,
Rough satyrs dance, and Pan applauds the song:
The nymphs forsaking every cave and spring,
Their early fruit and milk-white turtles bring;
Each amorous nymph prefers her gifts in vain,
On you their gifts are all bestow'd again :
For you the swains the fairest flowers design,
And in one garland all their beauties join ;
Accept the wreath which you deserve alone,
In whom all beauties are comprised in one.

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 shearing seek their nightly bowers;
When weary reapers quit the sultry field,
And crown'd with corn their thanks to Ceres yield.
This harmless grove no lurking viper hides,
But in my breast the serpent Love abides.
Here bees from blossoms sip the rosy dew,
But your Alexis knows no sweets but you.
O deign to visit our forsaken seats,
The mossy fountains, and the green retreats !
Where'er you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade;
Trees, where you sit, shall crowd into a shade ;
Where'er you tread, the blushing flowers shall rise,
And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.
O! how I long with you to pass my days,
Invoke the Muses, and resound your praise !
Your praise the birds shall chant in every grove,
And winds shall wast it to the powers above.
But would you sing, and rival Orpheus' strain,
The wondering forests soon should dance again,
The moving mountains hear the powerful call,
And headlong streams hang listening in their fall!

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