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By sandy Ladon's lilied banks; On old Lycæus or Cyllene hoar
Trip no more in twilight ranks; Though Erymanth your loss deplore,
A better soil shall give ye thanks.
From the stony Mænalus
Bring your flocks, and live with us,
shall have greater grace,
To serve the Lady of this place.
Though Syrinx your Pan's mistress were,
Yet Syrinx well might wait on her.
Such a rural Queen
All Arcadia hath not seen.
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, Soft silken primrose fading timelessly,
Summer's chief honour, if thou hadst out-lasted Bleak Winter's force that made thy blossom dry; For he being amorous on that lovely dye
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
By boisterous rape th' Athenian damsel got,
1 O] Shakespeare's Passionate Pilgrim.
'Swet Rose, fair flower, untimely pluckt, soon vaded, Pluckt in the bud, and vaded in the spring! Bright orient pearle, alack, too timely shaded,
Fair Creature, kild too soone by Death's sharpe sting.'
kiss] Shakesp. Venus and 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 was held.
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 poetr Drummond's Urania, 1616,
'On this infamous stage of woe to die.' Todd.
Or that thy beauties lie in wormy bed,
Resolve me then, oh Soul most surely blest,
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 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,
91 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 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,
But oh, why didst thou not stay here below
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,
53 Or wert] In this line a dissyllable word is wanting. Mr. J. Heskin conjectured' Or wert thou Mercy,' &c.