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By sandy Ladon's lilied banks; On old Lycæus or Cyllene hoar
Trip no more in twilight ranks;
A better soil shall give ye thanks.
shall have greater grace,
Such a rural Queen
97 By sandy Ladon's lilied banks] Giles Fletcher's Christ's Victorie and Triumph, 1632. "To Ladon sands,' p. 14, and On either side bank't with a lily wall,' p. 49. A. Dyce. 97 sandy] Browne's Brit. Past. ii. st. iv. P.
107. • The silver Ladon on his sandy shore.
ANNO ÆTATIS 17.
ON THE DEATH OF A FAIR INFANT, DYING
OF A COUGH.
O Fairest flower, no sooner blown but blasted,
That did thy cheek envermeil, thought to kiss, But kill'd, alas, and then bewail'd his fatal bliss.
For since grim Aquilo his charioteer
0] Shakespeare's Passionate Pilgrim.
Todd. kiss] Shakesp. Venus anu Adonis, • He thought to kiss him, and hath kill'd him so.'
If likewise he some fair one wedded not,
Of long-uncoupled bed, and childless eld, Which ’mongst the wanton Gods a foul reproach
So mounting up in icy-pearled car,
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;
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,
12 infamous] The common accentuation of our elder poetry Drummond's Urania, 1616,
On this infamous stage of woe to die.' Todd.
Or that thy beauties lie in wormy bed,
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,
Oh say me true, if thou wert mortal wight, (Aight. And why from us so quickly thou didst take thy
Wert thou some star which from the ruin'l roof
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
'wormy] Shakesp. Mid. N. Dr. act iii. sc. ult.
Already to their wormy beds are gone.' Warlon. were] He should have said "are,' if the rhyme had
And cam’st again to visit us once more?
Or any other of that heavenly brood (good?
Or wert thou of the golden-winged host,
Thereby to set the hearts of men on fire
But oh, why didst thou not stay here below
To stand 'twixt us and our deserved smart?
Then thou, the Mother of so sweet a Child,
53 Or wert] In this line a dissyllable word is wanting. Mr. J. Heskin conjectured. Or wert thou Mercy,' &c.