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If likewise he some fair one wedded not,
Thereby to wipe away the infamous blot
Of long-uncoupled bed, and childless eld,
Which 'mongst the wanton Gods a foul reproach
was held.


So mounting up in icy-pearled car,


Through middle empire of the freezing air
He wander'd long, till thee he spy'd from far;
There ended was his quest, there ceas'd his care.
Down he descended from his snow-soft chair,

But all unwares with his cold-kind embrace 20 Unhous'd thy virgin soul from her fair biding place.


Yet art thou not inglorious in thy fate;
For so Apollo, with unweeting hand,
Whilome did slay his dearly-loved mate,
Young Hyacinth, born on Eurotas' strand,
Young Hyacinth, the pride of Spartan land;


But then transform'd him to a purple flower: Alack, that so to change thee Winter had no power!


Yet can I not persuade me thou art dead,
Or that thy corse corrupts in earth's dark womb,

12 infamous] The common accentuation of our elder poetry. Drummond's Urania, 1616,

'On this infamous stage of woe to die.'


Or that thy beauties lie in wormy bed,
Hid from the world in a low delved tomb;
Could Heav'n for pity thee so strictly doom?
Oh no! for something in thy face did shine
Above mortality, that show'd thou wast divine. 35


Resolve me then, oh Soul most surely blest,
(If so it be that thou these plaints dost hear,)
Tell me, bright Spirit, where'er thou hoverest,
Whether above that high first-moving sphere,
Or in th' Elysian fields, (if such there were,)


Oh say me true, if thou wert mortal wight, [flight. And why from us so quickly thou didst take thy


Wert thou some star which from the ruin'd roof
Of shak'd Olympus by mischance didst fall;
Which careful Jove in nature's true behoof
Took up, and in fit place did reinstall?
Or did of late earth's sons besiege the wall


Of sheeny Heav'n, and thou some Goddess fled Amongst us here below to hide thy nectar'd head?


Or wert thou that just Maid, who once before 50 Forsook the hated earth, O tell me sooth,

81 wormy] Shakesp. Mid. N. Dr. act iii. sc. ult.

'Already to their wormy beds are gone.' Warton.

40 were] He should have said 'are,' if the rhyme had permitted. Hurd.

And cam'st again to visit us once more ?
Or wert thou that sweet-smiling youth?
Or that crown'd matron sage white-robed Truth?
Or any other of that heavenly brood

[good? Let down in cloudy throne to do the world some


Or wert thou of the golden-winged host,
Who having clad thyself in human weed,
To earth from thy prefixed seat didst post,
And after short abode fly back with speed,
As if to show what creatures heav'n doth breed,
Thereby to set the hearts of men on fire
To scorn the sordid world and unto heav'n aspire?


But oh, why didst thou not stay here below
To bless us with thy heav'n-lov'd innocence,
To slake his wrath whom sin hath made our foe,
To turn swift-rushing black Perdition hence,
Or drive away the slaughtering Pestilence,



To stand 'twixt us and our deserved smart? But thou canst best perform that office where thou




Then thou, the Mother of so sweet a Child,
Her false imagin'd loss cease to lament,

53 Or wert] In this line a dissyllable word is wanting. Mr. J. Heskin conjectured Or wert thou Mercy,' &c.

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And wisely learn to curb thy sorrows wild;
Think what a present thou to God hast sent,
And render him with patience what he lent;
This if thou do, he will an offspring give,
That till the world's last end shall make thy name
to live.


At a VACATION EXERCISE in the COLLEGE, part Latin, part English. The Latin speeches ended, the English thus began.

HAIL, native Language, that by sinews weak
Didst move my first endeavouring tongue to speak,
And mad'st imperfect words with childish trips,
Half unpronounc'd, slide through my infant lips,
Driving dumb silence from the portal door,
Where he had mutely sat two years before :
Here I salute thee, and thy pardon ask,
That now I use thee in my latter task:

5 dumb silence Nonni Dionys. xv. 10. åøwvýτW σLWπŇ. Chapman's Homer's Il. p. 98, 'Dumb silence seiz'd them all.' Daniel's Poems, ii. 236. Wishart's Immanuel, p. 66. Syl vester's Du Bartas, p. 5. England's Helicon, p. 259. C. Cotton's Poems, p. 239. Buchanan. Sylv. p. 310, 'tacitæ per muta silentia silvæ.'

Small loss it is that thence can come unto thee,
I know my tongue but little grace can do thee: 10
Thou need'st not be ambitious to be first,

Believe me I have thither pack'd the worst;
And if it happen as I did forecast,

The daintiest dishes shall be serv'd up last.




thee then deny me not thy aid pray For this same small neglect that I have made : But haste thee straight to do me once a pleasure, And from thy wardrobe bring thy chiefest treasure, Not those new fangled toys, and trimming slight Which takes our late fantastics with delight, But cull those richest robes, and gay'st attire Which deepest spirits, and choicest wits desire: I have some naked thoughts that rove about, And loudly knock to have their passage out; And weary of their place do only stay Till thou hast deck'd them in thy best array; That so they may without suspect or fears Fly swiftly to this fair assembly's ears; Yet I had rather, if I were to choose, Thy service in some graver subject use,



Such as may make thee search thy coffers round,
Before thou clothe my fancy in fit sound:
Such where the deep transported mind may soar
Above the wheeling poles, and at Heav'n's door
Look in, and see each blissful Deity


80 graver] An anticipation of the subject of Par. Lost, if we substitute Christian for Pagan ideas. Warton.

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