ABSTRACT
What are the Lays of artful Addison, Coldly correct, to Shakespeare’s Warblings wild? Whom on the winding Avon’s willow’d Banks Fair Fancy found, and bore the smiling Babe To a close Cavern. (Still the Shepherds shew The sacred Place, whence with religious Awe They hear, returning from the Field at Eve, Strange Whisperings of sweet Music thro’ the Air.) Here, as with Honey gather’d from the Rock, She fed the little Prattler, and with Songs Oft sooth’d his wond’ring Ears, with deep Delight On her soft Lap he sat, and caught the Sounds.
