Of the Abbe de S A D E. 137 



Valle, che de' lamenti mlei Je' plena ; 

 Fiume ehe fpejjh del mio pianger crefci j 

 Fere Jilvejlre, vaghi augelli, e pefci, 

 Che I ' una e I ' altra verde riva affrena ; 



Aria de' mieifojpir calda e ferena i 

 Dolce fentier, che si amaro riefci ; 

 Colle, che mi piacejli, or mi rincrejci, 

 Ov' ancor per ufanza amor mi menu ; 



Ben riconofco in voi V iifate forme, 

 Non, lajfo ! in me ; che da si lieta vita 

 Sonfatto albergo d'injinita doglia. 



^uinci vedea 'I mio bene ; e per quejl 'or me 

 Torno a veder, end' al del nuda e gita 

 Lafciando in terra la fua bella fpoglia. Son. 32. Part. 2. 



Thou lonely vale, where in the fleeting years 

 Of tender youth I breath'd my am'rous pain ; 



Thou brook, whofe filver ftream receiv'd my tears. 

 Thy murmurs joining to my forrowing flrain ; 

 I come, to vifit all my former haunts again ! 



O green-clad hills, familiar to my fight ! 



O well-known paths, where oft I wont to rove, 



MuliPg the tender accents of my love I 

 Long ufe, and fad remembrance now invite. 

 Again to view the fcenes which once could give delight I 



Yes, ye are ftill the fame ! — though here I meet 

 No more that angel form, which beauty (hed 



On univerfal nature I Her dear feet 



Oft trod your paths : — here refts in hallow'd earth her head I 



In one of his Latin eclogues, in which the poet celebrates 

 Laura under the fidlitious name of Galatea, three nymphs, 

 NiOBE, Fuse a and Fulgida, are introduced in converfation, 

 and one of them a£ks the others to point out to her the place 



■where 



