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beautiful stream in Greece Arcadia recombed the Pass was bous worshipped
By sandy Ladon's lilied banks; most
From the stony Mænalus amount in reading me ofthe favourite
Bring your flocks, and live with us,
Here ye shall have greater grace,
To serve the Lady of this place.
Though Syrinx your Pan's mistress were, dangle friver Laven
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
The silver Ladon on his sandy shore.
ON THE DEATH OF A FAIR INFANT, DYING
O FAIREST flower, no sooner blown but blasted,
Summer's chief honour, if thou hadst out-lasted
That did thy cheek envermeil, thought to kiss,
For since grim Aquilo his charioteer
By boisterous rape th' Athenian damsel got,
O] Shakespeare's Passionate Pilgrim.
Fair Creature, kild too soone by Death's sharpe sting.'
'He thought to kiss him, and hath kill'd hım 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,
Through middle empire of the freezing air
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. also Juvery veene III vi 13
Or that thy beauties lie in wormy bed,
Hid from the world in a low delved tomb;
Oh no! for something in thy face did shine
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
31 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?
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, appointed.
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
Or drive away the slaughtering Pestilence, onder
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.,
J. Cade or the Nativity