Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; draw, 125 130 Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread; 125 sheep] See Past. Ægl. by L. B. ver. 130, on Sir P. Sidney's death. 'Unhappie flock! that wander scattred now, 130 two-handed] Yet, maie the ax stande next the dore.' Sir T. Smith's Psalms. Restituta. iv. 189. 136 use] i. e. frequent, inhabit. Spens. F. Q. Introd. b. vi. st. 2. 'In these strange waies, where never foot did use.' Newton. On whose fresh lap the swart-star sparely looks: The musk-rose, and the well-attir'd woodbine, 145 150 Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise. Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide 138 swart] See Warton's note on this word. 153 dally] Gayton's Chartæ Scriptæ, p. 21. When our fond thoughts are wearied with the sports O th' earth, we dally in the watry coasts.' 160 138 monstrous] The sea, the world of monsters. Hor. Od. i. 3. 18. Virg. Æn. vi. 729. Quæ marmoreo fert monstra sub æquore pontus.' Warton . Where the great vision of the guarded mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold; Look homeward Angel now, and melt with ruth: And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth. Weep no more, woful Shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor; 166 And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore 175 167 watery floor] Dante Purg. ii. 15. Sovra 'l suol marino.' Davison's Poet. Rhapsodie, p. 78. 169 repairs] Lidgate's Troy, p. 13, Long ere Titan 'gan make his repaire. Browne's Brit. Past. p. 88, 'Breathes to the sullen night a soft repayre.' See Fletcher's Christ's Victory, ii. 12; and the Adamus Exul Grotii, p. 28, 35; and Marino's Slaugh. of the Innoc. p. 45. His light immortal doth repair.' And Lucret. v. 733. 171 forehead] Oft seen in forehead of the frowning skies.' Sylvest. Du Bartas, p. 25. 177 blest] Past. Ægl. on Sir P. Sidney's death, by L. B. ver. 135. 'Phillisides is dead! O happie sprite That now in heaven with blessed seules doest bide : Looke down awhile from where thou sitst above,' &c. There entertain him all the saints above, 180 185 Thus sang the uncouth swain to th' oaks and rills, While the still morn went out with sandals gray, 191 190 See Past. Egl. on Sir P. Sidney's death, by L. B. ver. 159. • The sun, lo! hastned hath his face to steep In western waves; and th' aire with stormy showres, Lycon, lett's rise — 123 To-morrow] Fletcher's P. Island, c. vi. s. 77. 'To-morrow shall ye feast in pastures new Warton. IL PENSEROSO. HENCE, vain deluding joys, The brood of folly without father bred, How little you bestead, Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys? Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sunbeams, Or likest hovering dreams The fickle pensioners of Morpheus' train. Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, 5 10 The Sea-Nymphs, and their pow'rs offended: Yet thou art higher far descended; 13 too bright] Hor. Od. i. xix. 5. 'Nimium lubricus aspici.' 19 Ethiop] Noctem Æthiopissam.' Miltoni Prolus. p. 73. |