Here arm'd with silver bows, in early dawn, The Muse shall sing, and what she sings shall Scarce could the Goddess from her nymph be known, But by the crescent and the golden zone. She scorn'd the praise of beauty, and the care; A painted quiver on her shoulder sounds, 170 175 And with her dart the flying deer she wounds. 180 NOTES. Ver. 171.] Dr. Johnson seems to have passed too severe a censure on this episode of Lodona. A tale in a descriptive poet has certainly a good effect. See Thomson's Lavinia; and the many beautiful tales interwoven in the Loves of the Plants. Ver. 179.] From the fourth book of Virgil, who copied it from Homer's beautiful figure of Apollo. Iliad, b. i. v. 76. But, as Dr. Clark finely and acutely observes, even Virgil has lost the beauty and the propriety of the original. Homer says, the arrows sounded in the quiver, because the step of the God was hasty and irregular, as of an angry person. Irati describitur incessus, paulo utique inæquebilior. Ver. 175. IMITATIONS. "Nec positu variare comas; ubi fibula vestem, Ovid. 185 Not half so swift the trembling doves can fly 190 195 As from the God she flew with furious pace, 201 My native shades-there weep, and murmur there." 205 Ver. 185, 186. IMITATIONS. "Ut fugere accipitrem penna trepidante columbæ, Ver. 193, 196. "Sol erat a tergo: vidi præcedere longam Ante pedes umbram; nisi si timor illa videbat. Crinales vittas afflabat anhelitus oris." Most of the circumstances in this tale are from Ovid. Ovid. 210 Still bears the name the hapless virgin bore, streams, 215 220 Then foaming pour along, and rush into the Thames. Not Neptune's self from all her streams receives NOTES. Ver. 207. Still bears the name] The River Loddon. 225 230 Ver. 211. Oft in her glass, &c.] These six lines were added after the first writing of this. poem. P. And in truth they are but puerile and redundant. Ver. 227.] Very ill expressed; especially the river's filling the lays. Nor all his stars above a lustre shew, Happy the man whom this bright Court approves, spires: Whom humbler joys of home-felt quiet please, He gathers health from herbs the forest yields, 240 Now marks the course of rolling orbs on high; 245 VARIATIONS. Ver. 233. It stood thus in the MS. And force great Jove, if Jove's a lover still, Ver. 235. Happy the man, who to these shades retires, NOTES. 250 P.. Ver. 236.] All this passage clearly resembles one in Philips's Cider, Book i. towards the end. T'observe a mean, be to himself a friend, Or looks on heav'n with more than mortal eyes, 255 261 Ye sacred Nine! that all my soul possess, Whose raptures fire me, and whose visions bless, Bear me, oh bear me to sequester'd scenes, The bow'ry mazes, and surrounding greens; To Thames's banks which fragrant breezes fill, Or where ye Muses sport on COOPER'S HILL. NOTES. Ver. 251. T observe a mean,] This is marked as an imitation of Lucretius in the first, and all editions of Warburton; but erroneously; the passage is in the second book of Lucan, v. 381. Ver. 259.] "Here, you cannot but be sensible (says the ingenious Mr. Webb) how the enthusiasm is tamed by the precision of the couplet, and the consequent littleness of the scenery. How different from Milton ! Cease I to wander," &c. Par. Lost. 3d B. The following four lines, v. 267, are far more poetical, but these again must yield to an enchanting passage in Thomson's Summer, p. 39, of the first edition, and which is altered for the worse in the later editions. Ver. 263.] Denham, says Dr. Johnson, seems to have been, at least among us, the author of a species of composition that may be denominated Local Poetry, of which the fundamental subject is some particular landscape, to be poetically described, with the addition of such embellishments as may be supplied by historical retrospection, or incidental meditation. Cooper's Hill, if it be maliciously inspected, will not be found without its faults; the digressions are too long, the morality too frequent, and the |