« AnteriorContinuar »
His generous Soul disdain'd that vain Pretence,
Firm to that noble Cause which fir’d his Mind, He never to a Popish Scheme inclin'd; Nor fought the Favours of a Tyburn Crowd, Whose perjur'd Hearts to foreign Gods have bow'd ; He judg’d it always an inglorious thing To court their Praises who defaim'd their KING ; Enough for him that CONGREVE was his Friend, That GARTH and STEELE, and ADDISON cumn
mmend ; That BRUNSWICK with the Bays his Temples bound, And PARKER with Immortal Honour's crown'd.
Grcat LUCAN now, by his unwcaried Pains,
Not ev'ry Bard, that in mechanick Verse
At length, ye Sons of Servitude, awake, And from your Necks the selfish Burthen diake; Nor blindly, nor disdainfully refuse This last great Labour of the Laurellid Mufe ; Pay the just Honours to his facred Head, Nor, whom you env'd Living, envy Dead : Against the Dead all Violences cease, Great CH AUCER now, and SHAKESPEAR reft in Peace; DRYDEN no more the impious World upbraids, And MILTON flumbers in the filent Shades.
Thou too, thrice honour'd, in that ancient Dome, Where foon or late our British Laureats come; Where the fami’d Poets of thice Ages lie, And to their Tombs invite the curious Eye,
Where great NEWC ASTLE, still to Wit a Friends
DAPHNIS. Ee'! Tbyrfis, fee ! beneath yon spreading Thorn,
Whose blushing Berries ev'ry Bough adorn, The good Menalias fits, his Head reclin’d, His Crook thrown by, nor seems his Flock to mind; Down from his Eyes the Briny Torrents rowl, And mighty Grief secm's lab'ring in his Soul :
The Posture speaks a matchless Weight of Woc;
From whence, Menalcas, do these Ills arise,
her broken Faith disdain.
MENALC A SA
No, Tbyrfis, no; a. Subject greater far, Than Flocks, or Herds, or fickle Women are, Claims all these Tears, thefe fruitless Tears I shed, Colin! the soft harmonious Colin's dead.
Is Colin dead! If that fad Tale be true, Then haye we Cause to mourn as much as you.. Colin! the Pride and Darling of the Plain, Admir'd by ev'ry Nymph, Caress’d by cv'ry Swain. Whene'er he tun'd' his Pipe beneath the Shade, The nodding Boughs beat Time while Colin play'd.