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Nor could I hope, in any place but there, The prickly shrubs ; and after on the bare, To find a god so present to my pray'r.
Leap down the deep abyss, and hang in air. There first the youth of heavenly birth I view'd, No more my sheep shall sip the morning dew; For whom our monthly victims are renewid.
No more my song shall please the rural crew : He heard my vows, and graciously decreed Adieu my tuneful pipe ! and all the world, adieu! My grounds to be restor'd, my former flocks to feed.
This night, at least, with me forget your care,
Chestnuts, and curds, and cream shall be your O fortunate old man whose farm remains
(spread; For you sufficient—and requires your pains; The carpet-ground shall be with leaves o'erThough rushes overspread the neighb'ring And boughs shall weave a cov'ringfor your head. plains,
yon sunny hill the shade extends; Though here the marshy grounds approach your And curling smoke from cottages ascends. And there the soil a stony harvest yields. [fields, Your teeming ewes shall no strange meadows try,
PASTORAL 11. Nor fear a rot from tainted company,
OR, Behold! yon bord'ring fence of sallow trees
ALEXIS. Is fraught with flow'rs, the flow'rs are fraught with bees.
ARGUMENT. The busy bees, with a soft murmuring strain,
The commentators can by no means agree on the Invite lo gentle sleep the lab'ring swain. (songs,
person of Alexis, but are all of opinion that some
beautiful youth is weant by him, to whom Virgil While, from the neighb'ring rock, with rural
here makes love, in Corydon's language and simThe prmer's voice the pleasing dream prolongs, plicity. His way of courtship is wholly pastoral ;
he complains of the boy's coyness; recommends Stock-doves and turtles tell their am'rous pain,
himself tor his beauty and skill in piping; invites And from the lofty elms, of love complain. the youth into the country, where he promises TITYRUS.
him the diversions of the place, with a suitable
present of nuts and apples. But when he finds Th' inhabitants of seas and skies shall change,
nothing will prevail, he resolverl to quit his trou. And fish on shore, and stags in air shall range, blesome amour, and betake himselt again to his The banish'd Parthian dwell on Arar's brink,
former business. And the blue German shall the Tigris drink, Young Corydon th' unhappy shepherd swain, Ere I, forsaking gratitude and truth,
The fair Alexis lov'd, but lov'd in vain; Forget the figure of that godlike youth.
And underneath the beechen shade, alono, MELIBEUS.
Thus to the woods and mountains made his moan: But we must beg our bread in climes unknown, Is this, unkind Alexis, my reward ? Beneath the scorching or the freezing zone : And must I die unpitied and unheard? And some lo far Oaxis shall be sold,
Now the green lizard in the grove is laid; Or try the Libyan heat, or Scythian cold; The sheep enjoy the coolness of the shade ; The rest among the Britons be confin'd; And Thestylis wild thyme and garlic beats A race of men from all the world disjoin'd. For harvest hinds, o'erspent with toil and heats; 0! must the wretched exiles ever mourn, While in the scorching sun I trace in vain Nor, after length of rolling years, return? Thy flying footsteps o'er the burning plain. Are we condemn’d by fate's unjust decree, The creaking locusts with my voice conspire, No more our houses and our homes to see? They fried with heat, and I with fierce desire Or shall we mount again the rural throne, How much more easy was it to sustain And rule the country kingdoms once our own; Proud Amaryllis, and her haughty reign, Did we for these barbarians plant and sow? The scorns of young Menalcas, once my care, On these, on these, our happy fields bestow ? Though he was black, and thou art heavenly Good heaven! what dire effects from civil dis
fair. cord flow!
Trust not too much to that enchanting face ! Now let me graft my pears, and prune the vine ; Beauty's a charm; but soon the charm will The fruit is theirs, the labour only mine.
pass. Farewell, my pastures, my paternal stock, White lilies lie neglected on the plain, My fruitful fields, and my more fruitful flock! While dusky hyacinths for use remain. No more, my goats, shall I behold you climb My passion is thy scorn; nor wilt thou know The steepy cliffs, or crop the flow'ry thyme! What wealth I have, what gifts I can bestow; No more extended in the grot below,
What stores my dairies and my folds containShall see you browsing on the mountain's brow A thousand lambs that wander on the plain;
New milk, that, all the winter, never fails Ah, Corydoo ! ah poor unhappy swain!
What have I done, to name that wealthy Nor am I so deform'd; for, late I stood
swain? Upon the margin of the briny flood :
So powerful are his presents, mine so mean! The winds were still ; and, if the glass be true, The boar amidst my crystal streams I bring; With Daphnis I may vie, though judg'd by you. And southern winds to blast my flowery spring. O leave the noisy town: O come and see Ah cruel creature! whom dost thou despise ? Our country cots, and live content with me! The gods, to live in woods, have left the skies; To wound the flying deer, and from their cotes And godlike Paris, in the Idæan grove, With me to drive a-field the browsing goats ; To Priam's wealth preferr'd Enone's love. To pipe and sing, and, in our country strain, In cilies which she built, let Pallas reign; To copy or perhaps contend with Pan. Tow'rs are for gods, but forests for the swain. Pan taught to join with wax unequal reeds; The greedy lioness the wolf pursues, Pan loves the shepherds, and their flocks he The wolf the kid, the wanton kid the browse; feeds.
Alexis, thou art chas'd by Corydon : Nor scorn the pipe : Amyntas, to be taught, All follow sev'ral games, and each his own. With all his kisses would my skill have bought. See, from afar the fields no longer snoke; Of seven smooth joints, a mellow pipe I have, The sweating steers, unharness'd from the yoke, Which, with liis dying breath, Damætas gave, Bring, as in triumph, back the crooked plough; And said, “this, Corydon, I leave to thee; The shadows lengthen as the sun goes low; For only thou deserv'st it after me."
Cool breezes now the raging heats removo : His eyes Amyntas durst not upward lift; Ah, cruel heav'n! that made no cure for love! For much he grudg'd the praise, but more the I wish for balmy sleep, but wish in vain : gift.
Love has no bounds in pleasure, or in pain. Besides, two kids, that in the valley stray'd, What frenzy, shepherd, has thy soul possess'd ? I found by chance, and to my fold convey'd, Thy vineyard lies half prun'd and half undress'd. They drain two bagging udders ev'ry day; Quench, Corydon, thy long unanswered fire! And these shall be companions of thy play:
Mind what the common wants of life require, Both deck'd with white, the true Arcadian On willow twigs employ thy weaving care; stain,
And find an easier love, though not so fair, Which Thestylis had often begg'd in vain : And she shall have them, if again she sues, Since you the giver and the gift refuse. Come to my longing arms, my lovely care!
PASTORAL III. And take the presents which thy nymphs prepare.
OR, White lilies in full canisters they bring,
PALEMON. With all the glories of the purple spring.
MENALCAS, DAMETAS, PALEMON. The daughters of the flood have search'd the mead
Damætas and Manaclas, after some smart strokes
of country railery, resolve to try who has the most Pansies to please the sight, and cassia sweet to skill at 30ng; and accordingly make their neigh
bour Palæmon judge of their performances; who, And set soft hyacinths with iron-blue,
after a full hearing of both parties,declares himseli
unfit for the decision of so weighty a controversy To shade marsh marigolds of shining hue; and leaves the victory undetermined. Some bound in order, others loosely strew'd, To dress thy bow'r, and trim thy new abode.
MENALCAS. Myself will search our planted grounds at home, Ho, swain! what shepherd owns those raggea For downy peaches and the glossy plum:
sheep? And thrash the chestnuts in the neighb'ring
Egon's they are: he gave them mo to koep. Such as my Amaryllis us'd to love. The laurel and the myrtle sweets agree; Unhappy sheep of an unhappy swain! And both in nosegays shall be bound for thee, While he Neæra courts, but courts in vain,
And fears that I the damsel shall obtain, Both number twice a day the milky dams
Two bowls I have,well turn'd, of beechen wood :
Both by divine Alcimedon were made : Good words young catamite, at least to men ; To neither of them yet the lip is laid. We know who did your business, how, and The lids are ivy: grapes in clusters lurk when :
Beneath the carving of the curious work. And in what chapel too you play'd your prize, Two figures on the sides emboss'd appearAnd what the gods observ’d with leering eyes- Conon, and, whal's his name, who made the The nymphs were kind and laugh'd : and there sphere, your safety lies.
And show'd the seasons of the sliding year, MENALCAS.
Instructed in his trade the lab'ring swain, Yes, when I cropt the hedges of the leys, And when to reap, and when to sow the grain ? Cut Micon's tender vines, and stole the stays : DAMETAS.
And I have two, to match your pair, at home; Or rather, when, beneath yon ancient oak, The wood the same ; from the same hand they The bow of Daphnis, and the shafts, you broke, come, When the fair boy receiv'd the gift of right; (The kimbo handles seem with bear's-foot And, but for mischief, you had died for spite.
And never yet to table have been serv'd; What nonsense would the fool thy master prate, Where Orpheus on his lyre laments his love, When thou, his knave, canst talk at such a rate! With beasts encompass'd and a dancing Did I not see you, rascal, did I not,
grove, When you lay snug to snap young Damon's But these, nor all the proffers you can make, His mongrel bark'd: I ran to his relief, (goat? Are worth the heifer which I set to slake. And cried, “ There, there he goes! stop, stop the thief!"
No more delays, vain boaster, but begin! Discover'd, and defeated of your prey, I prophesy beforehand, I shall win: You skulk'd behind the fence, and sneak'd Palæmon shall be judge how ill you rhyme. away.
I'll teach you how to brag another time. An honest man may freely take his own: Rhymer, come on! and do the worst you can. The goat was mine, by singing fairly won. I fear not you, nor yet a better man. A solemn match was made: he lost the prize. With silence, neighbour, and attention, wait: Ask Damon, ask, if he the debt denies. For 'lis a business of a high debate. I think he dares not: If he does, he lies.
Sing then : the shade affords a proper place; Thou sing with him, thou bouby!-Never pipe The trees are cloth'd with leaves, the fields with Was so profan'd to touch that blubber'd lip.
grass ; Dunce at the best! in streets but scarce allow'd The blossoms blow; the birds on bushes sing ; To tickle, on thy straw, the stupid crowd. And nature has accomplish'd all the spring. DAMETAS
The challenge to Damætas shall belong : To bring it to the trial, will you dare
Menalcas shall sustain his under-song : Our pipes, our skill, our voices, to compare ? Each in his turn, your luneful numbers bring : My brinded heifer to the stake I lay:
By turns the tuneful Muses love to sing. Two thriving calves she suckles twice a day, And twice, besides her beestings, never fail From the great father of the gods above To store the dairy with a brimming pail. My Muse begins ; for all is full of Jove; Now back your singing with an equal stake. To Jove the care of heav'n and earth belongs; MENALCAS.
My flocks he blesses, and he loves my songs. That should be seen, if I had one to make.
MENALCAS. You know too weil I feed my father's flock : Me Phæbus loves; for he my Muse inspires ; What can I wager from the common stock ? And, in her songs, the warmth be gave, requires. A stepdame too I have, a cursed she,
For him, the god of shepherds and their sheep, Who rules my hen-peck'd sire, and orders me; My blushing hyacinths and my bays I keep.
And show'rs of honey from his oaks distil. My Phyllis me with pelted apples plies : Then tripping to the wood the wanton hies, Who hates not living Bavius, let him be (thee! And wishes to be seen before she flies.
(Dead Mævius!) damn'd to love thy works and MENALCAS.
The same ill taste of sense would serve to join But fair Amyntas comes unask'd to me, Dog-foxes in the yoke, and shear the swine And offers lovc, and sits upon my knee.
(spring, Not Delia to my dogs is known so well as he. Ye boys, who pluck the flow'rs, and spoil the DAVETAS.
Beware the secret snake that shoots a sting. To the dear mistress of my love-sick min), Her swain a pretty present has design’d: Graze not too near the banks, my jolly sheep : I saw two stock-doves billing, and ere long The ground is false; the running streams are Will take the nest; and hers shall be the
deep : young
See, they have caught the father of the flock, MENALCAS.
Who dries his fleece upon the neighb'ring rock. Ten ruddy wildings in the wood I found,
DAMETAS. And stood on tip-oes, reaching from the ground: From rivers drive the kids, and sling your hook : I sent Amyntas al my present store;
Anon I'll wash them in the shallow brook. And will, to-mortiv, send as many more.
To fold, my flock !—when milk is dried with The lovely maid lev panting in my arms;
heat, And all she said and did was full of charms. In vain the milk-maid tugs an empty teat. Wirds! on your wings to heav'n her accents
How lank my bulls from plenteous pasture come! Such words as heav'n alone is fit to hear, But love, that drains the herd, destroys the MENALCAS.
groom. Ah! what avails ir me, my love's delight,
MEXALCAS. To call you mine, when absent from my sight? My flocks are free from love, yet look so thin, I hold the nets, wore you pursue the prey; Their bones are barely cover'il with their skin. And must not share the dangers of the day. What magic has bewitch'd the woolly dams,
And what ill eyes beheld the tender lambs? I keep my birthday: send my Phyllis home;
DAMETAS. At shearing-time, Iolas y ou may come. Say, where the round of heav'n, which all con
tains, With Phyllis I am more in grace than you : To three short ells on earth our sight restrains : Her sorrow did my parting steps pursue : Tell that, and raise a Phæbus for thy pains. “Adieu, my dear!" she said, " a long adieu!"
Nay tell me first, in what new region springs The nightly wolf is baneful to the fold,
A flow'r, that bears inscribid the names of Storms to the whimie, to buds the bitter cold;
kings; But, from my fron ning fair, more ills I find, And thou shalt gain a present as divine Than from the wolves, and storms, and winter. As Phæbus' self: for Phyllis shall be thine. wind.
So nice a diff'rrace in your singing lies,
The bitter sweets, and pleasing pains of love. But, more than all the world, my love to me. Now dam the ditches, and the floods restrain :
Their moisture has already drench'd the plain.
POLLIO. Who Pollio loves, and who his Muse admires,
ARGUMENT. Let Pollio's fortune crown his full desires.
The Poet celebrates the birthday of Saloninus, the Let myrrh instead of thorn his fencos fill, son of Pollio, born in the consulship of his father,
after the taking of Saloæn, a city in Dalmatia. Another Helen other wars create, Many of the verses are translated from one of the Sibyls, who prophesied of our Saviour's birth. And great Achilles urge the Trojan fate.
But, when to ripen'd manhood he shall grow, SICILIAN Muse, begin a loftier strain ! The greedy sailor shall the reas forego: Tho' lowly shrubs, and trees that shade the No keel shall cut the waves for foreign ware; plain,
For every soil shall every product bear. Delight not all; Sicilian Muse, prepare The lab'ring hind his oxen shall disjoin : To make the vocal woods deserve a consuľs No plough shall hurt the glebe, no pruning-hook
the vine; The last great age, foretold by sacred rhymes, Nor wool shall in dissembled colour shino; Renews its finish'd course : Saturnian times But the luxurious father of the fold, Roll round again; and mighty years, begun With native purple, and unborrow'd gold, From their first orb in radiant circles run. Beneath his pompous fleece shall proudly sweat; The base degen'rate iron offspring ends; And under Tyrian robes the lamb shall bleat. A golden progeny from heaven descends. The Fates, when they this happy web have O chaste Lucina ! speed the mother's pains;
spun, And baste the glorious birth! thy own Apollo Shall bless the sacred clue, and bid it smoothly
reigns ! The lovely boy, with his auspicious face, Mature in years, to ready honours move, Shall Pollio's consulship and triumph grace:
0, of celestial seed! o, foster-son of Jove! Majestic months set out (with him) to their ap- See, lab'ring Nature calls thee to sustain pointed race.
'The noddmg frame of heav'n, and earth, and The father banish'd virtue shall restore ;
main ! And crimes shall threat the guilty world no See to their base restor'd, earth, seas, and air;
And joyful ages, from behind, in crowding ranks The son shall lead the life of gods, and be
appear. By gods and heroes seen, and gods and herpes To sing thy praise, would heav'n my breath prosee.
long, The jarring nations he in peace shall bind, Infusing spirits worthy such a song, And with paternal virtues rule mankind. Not Thracian Orpheus should transcena my Unbidden earth shall wreathing ivy bring,
lays, And fragrant herbs (the promises of spring,)
Nor Linus crown'd with never fading bays; As her first oft”rings to her infant king. Though each his heav'nly parent should inThe goats with strutting dugs shall homeward spire ; speed,
The Muse instruct the voice, and Phæbus tune And lowing herds secure from lions feed. His cradle shall with rising flow'rs be crown'd: Should Pan contend in verse, and thou my The serpent's brood shall die : the sacred theme, ground
Arcadian judges should their god condemn. Shall weeds and pois'nous plants refuse to bear; Begin, auspicious boy! to cast about Each common bush shall Syrian roses wear. Thy infant eyes, and, with a smile, thy mother But when heroic verse his youth shall raise,
single out. And form it to hereditary praise,
Thy mother well deserves that short delight. Unlabour'd harvests shall the fields adorn, The nauseous qualms of ten long months and And cluster'd grapes shall blush on every thorn; travail to requite. The knotted oaks shall showers of honey weep; Then smile! the frowning infant's doom is read; And thro' the matted grass the liquid gold shall No god shall crown the board, nor goddess creep. .
bless the bed. Yet, of old fraud some footsteps shall remain : The merchant still shall plough the deep for
gain : Great cities shall with walls be compass'd
PASTORAL V. round ;
OR, And sharpen'd shares shall vex the fruitful
DAPHNIS. ground; Another Tiphys shall new seas explore;
ARGUMENT. Another Argo land the chiefs upon th’ Iberian Mopsus and Menalcas, two very expert shepherds shore;
at a song, begin one by consent to the memory of Daphnis, who is supposed by the best criücs o