the sounding shores," calls up this secondary
sense, and gives an air of ludicrousness to the passage.]
[Footnote 14: This whole passage is imitated from Sir Philip Sidney's
Arcadia, Book iii. p. 712, 8vo ed.:
Earth, brook, flow'rs, pipe, lamb, dove,
Say all, and I with them,
Absence is death, or worse, to them that love.--WAKEFIELD.]
[Footnote 15: Congreve's Mourning Muse of Alexis:
Fade all ye flow'rs, and wither all ye woods.]
[Footnote 16: Virg. Ecl. viii. 52:
aurea durae
Mala ferant quercus, narcisso floreat alnus;
Pinguia corticibus sudent electra myricae.--POPE.
His obligations are also due to Dryden's version of Ecl. iv. 21:
Unlaboured harvests shall the fields adorn,
And clustered grapes shall blush on ev'ry thorn:
And knotted oaks shall show'rs of honey weep,
And through the matted grass the liquid gold shall creep.
Bowles, in his translation of Theocritus, Idyll. v., assisted our bard:
On brambles now let violets be born,
And op'ning roses blush on ev'ry thorn.
He seems to have had in view also the third Eclogue of Walsh:
Upon hard oaks let blushing peaches grow,
And from the brambles liquid amber flow.--WAKEFIELD.]
[Footnote 17: These four lines followed in the MS.:
With him through Libyia's burning plains I'll go,
On Alpine mountains tread th' eternal snow;
Yet feel no heat but what our loves impart,
And dread no coldness but in Thyrsis' heart.--WARBURTON.
Wakefield remarks that the second line in this passage is taken from
Dryden's Virg. Ecl. x. 71:
And climb the frozen Alps, and tread th' eternal snow.]
[Footnote 18: Virg. Ecl. v. 46:
Quale sopor fessis in gramine, quale per aestum
Dulcis aquae saliente sitim restinguere rivo.--POPE.]
[Footnote 19: "Faint with pain" is both flat and improper. It is
fatigue, and not pain that makes them faint.--WAKEFIELD.]
[Footnote 20: The turn of the last four lines is evidently borrowed from
Drummond of Hawthornden, a charming but neglected poet.
To virgins flow'rs, to sun-burnt earth the rain,
To mariners fair winds amid the main,
Cool shades to pilgrims, whom hot glances burn,
Are not so pleasing as thy blest return.--WARTON.]
[Footnote 21: Virg. Ecl. viii. 108:
an, qui amant, ipsi sibi somnia fingunt?--POPE.
In the first edition, conformably to the original plan of the Pastoral,
the
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