IDYL II. EROS AND THE FOWLER. HUNTING the birds within a bosky grove, It is an evil creature; shun him-flee; Until you take him, happy will you be. But if you ever come to manhood's day, He that now flies you and still bounds away, IDYL III. THE TEACHER TAUGHT. By me in my fresh prime did Cypris stand, I then began to teach whate'er I knew : His mother's doings-how Immortals yearn With fond desires, and how poor mortals burn. All I taught Eros I have quite forgot; But his love-ditties — I forget them not. IDYL IV. THE POWER OF LOVE. THE Muses fear not, but with heart-love true And if one sings, with cold and loveless heart, |