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Through heav'n, and earth, and ocean's depth, And crowds of dead, that never must return he throws

To their lov'd hives, in decent pomp are borne : His influence round, and kindles as he goes, Their friends attend the hearse; the next rela. Hence flocks, and herds, and inen, and beasts,

tions mourn. and fowls,

The sick, for air, before the portal gasp, With breath are quicken'd, and attract their Their feeble legs within each other clasp, souls ;

Or idle in their empty hives remain, Hence take the forms his prescience did ordain, Benumb’d with cold, and listless of their gain. And into him at length resolve again.

Soft whispers then, and broken sounds, are No room is left for death : they mount the sky, heard, And to their own congenial planets fly.

As when the woods by gentle winds are stirr'd, Now, when thou hast decreed to seize their Such stifled noise as the close furnace hides, stores,

Or dying murmurs of departing rides. And by prerogative to break their doors, This when thou seest galbancan odours use, With sprinkled water first the city choke, And honey in the sickly hive infuse. And then pursue the citizens with smoke. Through reeden pipes convey the golden flood, Two honey-harvests fall in ev'ry year :

T'invite the people to their wonted food. First, when the pleasing Pleiades appear, Mix it with thicken'd juice of sodden wines, And, springing upward, spurn the briny seas : And raisins from the grapes of Psythian vines : Again, when their affrighted choir surveys To these add pounded galls, and roses dry, The wat’ry Scorpion mend his pace behind, And, with Cecropian thyme, strong-scented With a black train of storms, and winter wind, centaury. They plunge into the deep, and safe protection A Row's there is, that grows in meadowa find.

ground, Prone to revenge, the bees, a wrathful race, Amellus call'd, and easy to be found; When once provok'd, assault the aggressor's For, from one root, the rising stem bestows face,

A wood of leaves, and vi'let purple boughs: And through the purple veins a passage find; The flow'r itself is glorious to behold, There fix their stings, and leave their souls be And shines on altars like refulgent gold hind.

Sharp to the taste-by shepherds near the But, if a pinching winter thou foresee

stream And wouldst preserve thy famish'd family ; of Mella found; and thence they gave the name. With fragrant thyme the city fumigate, Boil this restoring root in gen'rous wine, And break the waxen walls to save the state. And set beside the door, the sickly stock to dine. For lurking lizards often lodge, by stealth ; But, if the lab'ring kind be wholly lost, Within the suburbs, and purloin their wealth; And not to be retriev'd with care or cost; And worms, that shun the light, a dark retreat 'Tis time to touch the precepts of an art Have found in combs, and undermind the seat; Th’ Arcadian master did of old imparı; Or lazy drones, without their share of pain, And how he stock'd his empty hives again, In winter-quarters frre, devour the gain ; Renew'd with putrid gore of oxen slain. Or wasps infest the camp with loud alarms, An ancient legend I prepare to sing, And mix in battle with unequal arm

And upward follow Fame's immortal spring; Or secret moths are there in silence fed ;

For, where with sevenfold horns mysterious Or spiders in the vault their snary webs have Nile spread.

Surrounds the skirts of Egypt's fruitful islo, The more oppress'd by foes, or famine-pin'd, And where in pomp the sunburnt people ride, The more increase thy care to save the sinking On painted barges o'er the teeming tide, kind :

Which, pouring down from Ethiopian lands, With greens and dow'rs recruit their empty Makes green the soil with slime, and black prohives,

lific sandsAnd seek fresh forage to sustain their lives. That length of region, and large tract of ground, But, since they share with man one cominon In this one art a sure relief have found. fate,

First, in a place, by nature close, they build In health and sickness, and in turns of state, A narrow flooring, gutter'd, wall'd, and tild. Observe the symptoms. When they fall away, In this, four windows are contriv'd, that strike And languish with insensible decay,

To the four winds oppos'd, their beams oblique. They change their hue; with haggard eyes they A steer of two years old they take, whose head stare ;

Now first with burnish'd horns begins to Lean are their looks, and shagged is their hair : spread:

cloth ;


They stop his nostrils while he strives in vain But, from her mossy bow'r below the ground, To breathe free air, and struggles with his pain. His careful mother heard the plaintive soundKnock'd down, he dies : his bowels bruis'd Encompass'd with her sea-green sisters round. within,

One common work they pli'd ; their distaffs full Betray no wound on his unbroken skin. With carded locks of blue Milesian wool. Extended thus, in this obscene abode

Spio, with Drymo brown, and Xantho fair, They leave the beast ; but first sweet flow'rs And sweet Phyllodoce with long dishevell’d hair, are strew'd

Cydippe with Lycorias, one a maid, Beneath his body, broken boughs and thyme, And one that once had call'd Lucina's aid; And pleasing cassia just renew'd in prime. Clio and Beroe, from one father both; This must be done ere spring makes equal day, Both girt with gold, and clad in particolour'd When western winds on curling waters play : Ere painted meads produce their flow'ry crops, Opis the meek, and Deiopeia proud: Or swallows twitter on the chimney tops. Nisæa lofty, with Ligea loud; The tainted blood, in this close prison pent, Thalia joyous, Ephyre the sad, Begins to boil, and through the bones ferment. And Arethusa, once Diana's maid, Then (wondrous to behold) new creatures rise, But now (her quiver left to love betray'd. A moving mass at first, and short of thighs ; To these Clymene the sweet theft deciares Till shooling out with legs, and imp'd with Of Mars ; and Vulcan's unavailing cares ; wings,

And all the rapes of gods, and ev'ry love, The grubs proceed to bees with pointed stings, From ancient Chaos down to youthful Jove : And, more and more affecting air, they try Thus while she sings, the sisters turn the Their tender pinions, and begin to fly :

wheel, At length, like summer storms from spreading Empty ihe woolly rack, and fill the reel. clouds,

A mournful sound again the mother hears; That barst at once and pour impetuous floods Again the mournfal sound invades the sisters' Or fights of arrows from the Parthian bows,

riseWhen from afar they gall embattled foes Starting at once from their green seats, they. With such a tempest through the skies they Fear in their heart, amazement in their eyes. steer ;

But Arethusa, leaping from her bed, And such a form the winged squadrons bear. First lifts above the waves her beauteous head, What god, O Muse! this useful science And, crying from afar, thus to Cyrene said: taught ?

“O sister, not with causeless fear possest! Or by what man's experience was it brought ? No stranger voice disturbs thy tender breast, Sad Aristæus from fair Tempe fled

'Tis Aristæus, 'tis thy darling son, His bees with famine or diseases dead : Who to his careless mother makes his moan.. On Peneus' banks he stood, and near his holy Near his paternal stream he sadly stands, head;

With downcast eyes, wet cheeks, and folded And, while his falling tears the stream suppli'd, hands. Thus mourning to his mother goddess cried : Upbraiding heav'n from whence his lineage " Mother Cyrene ! mother, whose abode

[name." Is in the depth of this immortal flood ! And cruel calls the gods, and cruel thee, by What bools it, that from Phæbus' loins I spring Cyrene, mov'd with love, and seiz'd with fear, The third, by him and thee, from heav'n's Cries out, “ Conduct my son, conduct him high king ?

here: O! where is all thy boasted pity gone,

'Tis lawful for the youth, deriv'd from gods, And promise of the skies to thy deluded son ? To view the secrets of our deep abodes.” Why didst thou me, unhappy me, create, At once she wav'd her hand on either side ; Olious to gods, and borne to bitter fate? At once the ranks of swelling streams divide. Whom scarce my sheep, and scarce my painful Two rising heaps of liquid crystal stand, plough,

And leave a space betwixt, of empty sand. The needful aids of human life allow :

Thus safe receiv'd, the downward track he So wretched is thy son, so hard a mother thou ! treads, Proceed, inhuman parent, in thy scorn ; Which to his mother's wat'ry palace leads. Root up my trees; with blights destroy my corn; With wond'ring eyes he views the secret store My vineyards ruin, and my sheepfolds burn. Of lakes, that, pent in hollow caverns, roar; Let loose thy rage, let all thy spite be shown ; He hears the crackling sounds of coral woods. Since thus thy hate pursues the praises of thy And sees the secret source of subterranean





And where, distinguish'd in their sev'ra, ceus, I will myself conduct thee on thy way,
The fount of Phasis, and of Lycus, dwells ; When next the southing sun inflames the day,
Where swift Enipeus in his bed appears, When the dry herbage thirsts for dews in vain,
And Tyber his majestic forehead rears; And sheep, in shades, avoid the parching plain ;
Whence Anio finws, and Hypanis profound Then will I lead thee to his secret seat,
Breaks thro' th' opposing rocks with raging When, weary with his toil, and scorch'd with

Where Po first issues from his dark abodes, The wayward sire frequents bis cool retreat.
And, awful in his cradle, rules the floods : His eyes with heavy slumber overcast-
Two golden horns on his large front he wears, With force invade his limbs, and bind him fast,
And his grim face a bull's resemblance bears : Thus surely bound, yet be not over bold:
With rapid course he seeks the sacred main, The slipp’ry god will try to loose his hold,
And fattens, as he runs, the fruitful plain. And various forms assume, to cheat thy sight,

Now, to the court arriv'd, th' admiring son And with vain images of beasts affright; Beholds the vaulted roofs of pory stone, With foamy tusks, he seems a bristly boar, Now to his mother goddess tells his grief, Or imitates the lion's angy roar ; Which she with pity hears, and promises Breaks out in crackling flames to shun thy snares; relief.

Hisses a dragon, or a tiger stares; Th' officious nymphs, attending in a ring, Or with a wile thy caution to betray, With water drawn from their perpetual spring, In fleeting streams attempts to slide away. From earthly dregs his body purify,

But thou, the more he varies forms, beware And rub his temples, with fine towels, dry; To strain his fetters with a stricter care, Then load the tables with a lib’ral feast, Till, tiring all his arts, he turns again And honour with full bowls their friendly guest. To his true shape, in which he first was seen." The sacred altars are involv'd in smuke; This said, with nectar she her son anoints ; And the bright choir their kindred gods invoke. Infusing vigour through his mortal joints : Two bowls the mother fills with Lydian winc; Down from his head the liquid odours ran; Then thus:" Let these be pour'd, with riles He breath'd of heav'n, and look'd above a

divine, To the great authors of our wal’ry line

Within a mountain's hollow womb, there lies To father Ocean, this; and this,” she said, A large recess conceal'd from human eyes, Be to the nymphs his sacred sisters paid, Where heaps of billows, driv'n by wind and Who rule the wat'ry plains, and hold the wood- tide, land shade."

In form of war their wat'ry ranks divide, She sprinkled thrice, with wine, the vestal. And their like centries set, without the mouth

abide : Thrice to the vaulted roof the flames aspire. A station safe for ships, when tempests roar, Rais'd with so blest an omen, she begun, A silent harbour, and a cover'd shore. With words like these, to cheer her drooping Secure within resides the various god,

And draws a rock upon his dark abode. “ In the Carpathian bottom, makes abode Hither with silent steps, secure from sight, The shepherd of the seas, a prophet and a god. The goddess guides her son, and turns him from High o'er the main in wai'ry pornp he rides,

the light : His azure car and finny coursers guides- Herself, involv'd in clouds,precipitates herflight. Proteus his name.-To his Pallenian port 'Twas noon; the sultry Dog-star from the sky I see from far the weary god resort.

Scorch'd Indian swains; the rivel'd grass was Him, not alone, we river gods adore,

dry; But aged Nereus hearkens to his lore.

The sun with flaming arrows pierc'd the flood, With sure foresight, and with unerring doom, And, darting to the bottom, bak'd the mud ; He sees what is, and was, and is to come. When weary Proteus, from the briny waves, This Neptune gave him, when he gave to keep Retir'd for shelter to his wonted caves. His scaly flocks, that graze the wat'ry deep. His finny flocks about their shepherd play, Implore his aid; for Proteus only knows And, rolling round him spurt the bitter sea : The secret cause, and cure, of all thy woes. Unwieldily they wallow first in ooze, Bat first the wily wizard must be caught; Then in the shady covert seek repose. For, unconstrain'd, he nothing tells for nought ; Himself, their herdsman, on the middle mount, Nor is with pray'rs, or bribes, or flattery bought. Takes of his muster'd Hooks a just account Surprise him first, and with hard setters bind; So, seated on a rock, a shepherd's groom Then all his frauds will vanish into wind. Surveys bis evening flocks returning home,


son :

When lowing calves and bleating lambs, from Th'infernal troops like passing shadows glide, far,

And, list'ning, crowd the sweet musician's Provoke the prowling wolf to nightly war.


(night, Th' occasion offers, and the youth complies; (Not Alocks of birds when driv'n by storms or For scarce the weary god had clos'd his eyes, Stretch to the forest with so thick a flight)When, rushing on with shouts, he binds in Men, matrons, children, and th' unmarried! chains

maid, The drowsy prophet, and his limbs constrains. The mighty hero's more majestic shade, He, not uninindful of his usual art,

And youths on funeral piles before their parents First in dissembled fire attempts to part:

laid. Then roaring beasts, and running streains, he All these Cocytus bounds with squalid reeds, tries

With muddy ditches, and with deadly weeds ; And wearies all his miracles of lies.

And baleful Styx encompasses around, But, having shifted ev'ry form to 'scape, With nine slow circling streams, th' unhappy Convinc'd of conquest, he resum'd his shape,

ground. And thus, at length, in human accent spoke : E'en from the depths of hell the damn'd advance; "Audacious youth! what madness could pro- Th'infernal mansions, nodding seem to dance ; voke

The gaping three-mouth'd dog forgets to snarl: A mortal man e' invade a sleeping god ? The Furies hearken, and their snakes uncurl; What bus'ness brought thee to my dark abode ?" Ixion seems no more his pain to feel. To this th' audacious youth : “ Thou know'st But leans attentive on his standing wheel. full well

All dangers past, at length the lovely bride My name and bus'ness, god; nor need I tell. In safety goes, with her melodious guide, No man can Proteus cheat: but, Proteus, leave Longing the common light again to share, Thy fraudful arts, and do not thou deceive. And draw the vital breath of upper air Following the gods' command I come t'implore He first; and close behind him follow'd she; Thy help, my perish'd people to restore." For such was Proserpine's severe decreeThe seer, who could not yet his wrath assuage, When strong desires th' impatient youth invade, Rollid his green eyes, that sparkled with his By little caution and much love betray'd : rage,

A fault, which easy pardon might receive, And gnash'd his teeth,and cried," no vulgar god Were lovers judges, or could hell forgive • Pursues thy crimes, nor with a common rod For, near the confines of etherial light, Thy great misdeeds have met a due reward, And longing for the glimm'ring of a sight, And Orpheus' dying prayers at .ength are Th'unwary lover casts his eyes behind, heard.

Forgelful of the law nor master of his mind, For crimes, not his, the lover lost his life, Straight all his hopes exhald in empty smoke ; And at thy hands requires his murder'd wife : And his long toils were forfeit for a look. Nor (if the Fates assist not) canst thou 'scape Three flashes of blue lightning gave the sign The just revenge of that intended rape. Of cov'nants broke; three peals of thunder To shun thy lawless lust the dying bride,

join. Unwary, took along the river's side,

Then thus the bride : 'what fury seiz'd on thee, Nor at her heels perceiv'd the deadly snake, Unhappy man! to lose thyself and me? That kept the bank, in covert of the brake. Dragg'd back again by cruel destinies, But all her fellow-nymphs the mountains tear An iron slumber shuts my swimming eyes. With loud laments, and break the yielding air : And now farewell! involv'd in shades of night, The realıns of Mars remurmur all around, For ever I am ravish'd from thy sight. And echoes to th' Athenian shores rebound. In vain I reach my feeble hands, to join Th' unhappy husband, husband now no more, In sweet embraces-ah! no longer thine!! Did on his tuneful harp his loss deplore; She said ; and from his eyes the fleeting fair And sought his mournful mind with music to re- Retir'd like subtle smoke dissolv'd in air, store.

And left the hopeless lover in despair. On thee, dear wife, in deserts all alone, In vain, with folding arms, the youth essay'd He call'd, sigh'd, sung : his griefs with day To stop her flight, and strain the flying shade: begun,

He prays; he raves; all means in vain he tries, Nor were they finish'd with the setting sun, With rage inflam'd, astonish'd with surprise ; E'en to the dark dominions of the night But she return'd no more, to bless his longing He took his way, through forests void of light,

eyes. And dar'd amidst the trembling ghosts to sing, Nor would th' infernal ferrymen once more, And stood before th' inexorable king.

Be brib'd to waft him to the farther shore.

What should he do, who twice had lost his love ? And sent a plague among thy thriving bees. What notes invent? what new petitions move? With vows and suppliant pray’rs their pow'rs Her soul already was consign'd to fale,

appease ; And shiv'ring in the leaky sculler sale. The soft Napaan race will soon repont For sev'n continu'd months, if fame say true, Their anger, and remit the punishment. The wretched swain his sorrow did renew : The secret in an easy method lies; By Stryman's freezing stroams he sat alone : Select four brawny bulls for sacrifice, The rocks were mov'd to pity with his moan: Which on Lycæus graze without a guide ; Trees bent their heads to hear him sing his Add four fair heifers yet in yoke untried, wrongs :

For these, four altars in their temple rear, Fierce tigers couch'd around, and loll’d their And then adore the woodland pow'rs with pray'r. fawning tongues.

From the slain victims pour the streaming blood, So, close in poplar shades, her children gone, And leave their bodies in the shady wood : The mother nightingale laments alone,

Nine mornings thence, Lathæan poppy bring, Whose nest some prying churl had found, and T appease the manes of the poet's king : thence,

And, to propitiate his offended bride, By stealth, convey'd th' unfeather’d innocence. A fatted calf, and a black ewe provide : But she supplies the night with mournful This finish'd, to the former woods repair." trains;

His mother's precepts he performs with care ; And melancholy music fills the plains. The temple visits, and adores with pray'r; Sad Orpheus thus his tedious hours employs, Four altars raises ; from his herd he culls, Averse from Venus, and from nuptial joys. For slaughter, four the fairest of his bulls: Alone he tempts the frozen floods, alone Four heifers from his female store he took, Th' unhappy climes, where spring was never All fair, and all unknowing of the yoke, known;

Nine mornings thence, with sacrifice and He mourn'd his wretched wife, in vain restor's, pray’rs, And Pluto's unavailing boon deplor'd.

The pow'rs aton'd, he to the grove repairs. The Thracian matrons—who the youth accus'd Behold a prodigy! for, from within Of love disdain'd, and marriage rites refus'd The broken bowels and the bloated skin, With furies and nocturnal orgies fir'd,

A buzzing noise of bees his ears alarms : Al length against his sacred life conspir’d. Straight issue through the sides assembling Whom e'en the savage beasts had spar'd, they kill'd,

Dark as a cloud, they make a wheeling flight, And strew'd his mangled limbs about the field. Then on a neighbʼring tree, descending, light : Then, when his head, from his fair shoulders Like a large cluster of black grapes they show, torn,

And make a large dependence from the bough. Wash'd by the waters, was on Hebrus borne, Thus have I sung of fields, and flocks, and E'en then his trembling tongue invok'd his trees,

And of the waxen work of lab'ring bees ; With his last voice, 'Eurydice,' he cried. While mighty Cæsar, thund'ring from afar, Eurydice,' the rocks and river-banks replied.” Seeks on Euphrates' banks the spoils of war ;

This answer Proteus gavo; no more he said, With conq'ring arts asserts his country's But in the billows plung'd his hoary head;

cause, And, where he leap'd, the waves in circles wide, With arts of peace the willing peop.e draws; ly spread.

On the glad earth the golden age renews, The nymph return'd her drooping son to cheer, And his great father's path to heav'n pursues; And bid him banish his superfluous fear : While I at Naples pass my peaceful days, " For now," said she, “ the cause is known, Affecting studies of less noisy praise ; from whence

And, bold through youth, beneath the beechen Thy wo succeeded, and for what offence

shade, The nymphs, companions of th' unhappy maid, The lays of shepherds, and their loves have This punishment upon thy crimes have laid;



bride ;

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