IDYL IX. LOVE RESISTLESS. BRIGHT Cypris! goddess ever meek and mild, Winged and far-darter why didst make him, why, IDYL X. FRIENDSHIP. HAPPY is love or friendship when returned — The lovers whose pure flames have equal burned. With his true heart-friend, good Pirithous. Blest was Achilles in a friend long tried; Him living loved, for his sake gladly died! FRAGMENTS OF BION. I. ON HYACINTHUS. PHOEBUS tried all his means, and thought of new, Scarce knowing what he did in his distress; With nectar bathed him, with ambrosial dew; But Fate made remedies remediless. II. Yourself to artists always to betake, And on yourself in nothing to rely Is misbeseeming: friend! your own pipe makeThe work is easy, if you will but try. III. May Love the Muses evermore invite, The Muses bring me Love! and to requite My passion may they give sweet song to me, Than which no sweeter remedy can be. IV. When drop on drop, they say, doth ever follow, "Twill wear the stone at last into a hollow. V. I to the sandy shore and seaward slope Will go, and try with murmured song to bend The cruel Galatea: my sweet hope I'll cast away-when life itself doth end. VI. Artists aim Oh, leave me not unhonoured! And reach at excellence, provoked by Fame. VII. Woman's strength is in her beauty ; Man's to bear and dare for duty. |