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EGE fub hoc Pomona fuit: qua nulla La
tinas Inter Hamadryadas coluit folertius hortos, Nec fuit arborei studiosior altera foetûs : Unde tenet nomen. non sylvas illa, nec amnes; 5 Rus amat, et ramos felicia poma ferentes. Nec jaculo gravis eft, fed adunca dextera falce: 10 Qua modo luxuriem premit, et spatiantia paffim Brachia compescit; fiffa modo cortice virgam Inserit; et succos alieno praestat alumno,
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Ρ Ο Μ Ο Ν Α.
HE fair Pomona flourish'd in his reign;
Of all the Virgins of the fylvan train,
Nec patitur sentire sitim; bibulaeque recurvas 15
Now sliding streams the thirsty plants renew, 15 And feed their fibres with reviving dew.
These cares alone her virgin breast employ, Averse from Venus and the nuptial joy. Her private orchards, wall’d on ev'ry side, To lawless fylvans all access deny'd. How oft the Satyrs and the wanton Fawns, Who haunt the forests, or frequent the lawns, The God whose ensign scares the birds of prey, And old Silenus, youthful in decay, Employ'd their wiles, and unavailing care, To pass the fences, and surprize the fair ? Like these, Vertumnus own'd his faithful flame, Like these, rejected by the scornful dame. To gain her fight a thousand forms he wears : And first a reaper from the field a
appears, Sweating he walks, while loads of golden grain O'ercharge the shoulders of the seeming swain, Oft o'er his back a crooked scythe is laid, And wreaths of hay his sun-burnt temple shade: Oft in his harden'd hand a goad he bears, 35 Like one who late unyok'd the sweating steers. Sometimes his pruning-hook corrects the vines, And the loose straglers to their ranks confinęs, Vol. II.