Of Hesperus, and his daughters three Nard and cassia's balmy smells. Waters the odorous banks, that blow Than her purfled scarf can shew, Where young Adonis oft. reposes, Waxing well of his deep wound 985 990 996 1000 988 There] Milton's own edition, 1673, reads 'That there,' but in the errata directs' That' to be omitted; so it is by Tickell and Fenton, but silently readopted by Newton. Warton. 989 musky See Cowley's Silva. p. 56, and Love's Riddle, p. 93. The musky kisses of the west wind.' 1002 Assyrian] Tickell and Fenton read 'the Cyprian Queen.' Holds his dear Psyche sweet intranc'd, And from her fair unspotted side Youth and Joy; so Jove hath sworn. I can fly, or I can run Quickly to the green earth's end, Where the bow'd welkin slow doth bend, To the corners of the moon. Mortals, that would follow me, · 1005 1010 1015 1020 1017 corners] Macbeth, a. 3. s. 5. Upon the corner of the Warton. moon.' 1021 sphery] 'sphery chime' is the chime or music of the spheres. Mids. N. Dream, act ii. sc. 7, 'Hermia's sphery eyne.' Machin's Dumbe Knight, (Reed's Old Pl. iv. 447), 'It was as silver as the chime of spheres.' Herrick's Hesp. p. 116, 'Fall down from those thy chiming spheres.' Warton and Todd. 1028 stoop] 'bow.' MS. LYCIDAS. In this Monody, the author bewails a learned friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish seas, 1637; and by occasion foretells the ruin of our corrupted clergy, then in their height. YET Once more, O ye laurels, and once more I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. 5 Compels me to disturb your season due: 10 2 myrtles brown] Hor. Od. i. 25. 18. Pulla magis atque myrto.' Warton. 8 dead] 'Phillisides is dead.' Past. Egl. on Sir P. Sidney's death, by L. B. v. 8. (Todd's Spenser, viii. 76), and v. 71. 'Sweet bowres of myrtel twigs, and lawrel faire.' 10 Who] 'Neget quis carmina Gallo.' Virg. Ecl. x. 3. Peck. 12 watery] See Theod. Prodrom. Dos. et Rhod. Am. p. 254, ed. Gaulm. Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well, So may some gentle Muse With lucky words favour my And as he passes turn, 15 destin'd urn, 20 And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud. 25 For we were nurst upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock, by fountain, shade, and rill; Together both, ere the high lawns appear'd Under the opening eyelids of the morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn, Batt'ning our flocks with the fresh dews of night, 14 melodious] Cleveland's Obsequy on Mr. King, 'I like not tears in tune.' Todd. 17 sweep] E qui Calliopea alquanto surga.' Dante Purg. i. 9. 19 Muse] 'Gentle Muse-he passes.' See Jortin's Tracts, 23 nurst] Compare Past. Egl. on Sir P. Sidney's death, by L. B. ver. 85. 'Through many a hill and dale,' &c. 26 opening] Middleton's Game at Chess. Like a pearl, Dropp'd from the opening eyelids of the morn.' And Crashaw's Translation of Marino, 'The lids of day.' Warton. Todd. 29 Batt'ning] Drayton's Ecl. ix. 'Their battening flocks on grassie leas to hold.' Warton. 30 Oft till the star that rose, at evening bright, Toward heav'n's descent had slop'd his westering Meanwhile the rural ditties were not mute, [wheel. Temper❜d to th' oaten flute, Rough Satyrs danc'd, and Fauns with cloven heel From the glad sound would not be absent long, And old Damætas lov'd to hear our song. 36 But O the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone, and never must return! Thee, Shepherd, thee the woods, and desert caves With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown, And all their echoes mourn. The willows, and the hazel copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. Or taint-worm to the weanling herds that graze, 41 45 Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear. [deep 51 33 Temper'd] On this word see P. Fletcher's Purple Isl. c. ix. st. 3. Par. Lost, vii. 598. Warton. 87 thou art gone] Browne's Sheph. Pipe (ecl. 4). 'But he is gone.' 50 Where] Spenser's Astrophel, st. 22, Ah, where were ye this while, his shepheard peares, &c. Warton. |