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represent Julius Cæsar. Mopsus laments his The Libyan lions hear, and hearing roar. death; Menalcas proclaims his divinity; the whole

Fierce tigers Daphnis taught the yoke to bear, eclogue consisting of an elegy and an apotheosis.

And first with curling ivy dress'd the spear. MENALCAS,

Daphnis did rites to Bacchus first ordain, SINCE on the downs our flocks together feed, Aud holy revels for his reeling train. And since my voice can match your tuneful reed, As vines the trees, as grapes the vines adorn, Why sit we not beneath the grateful shade, As bulls the herds, and fields the yellow corn; Which hazels, intermix'd with elms, have So bright a splendour, so divine a grace, made?

The glorious Daphnis cast on his illustrious MOPSUS. Whether you please that sylvan scene to take, When envious Fate the godlike Daphnis took, Where whistling winds uncertain shadows Our guardian gods the fields and plains forsook : make;

Pales no longer swelld the teeming grain, Or will you to the cooler cave succeed, [spread? Nor Phæbus fed his oxen on the plain : Whose mooth the curling vines havo over- No fruitful crop the sickly fields return; MENALCAS.

But oats and darnel choke the rising corn. Your merit and your years command the choice: And where the vales with violets once were Amyntas only rivals you in voice.


Now knotty burns and thorns disgrace the What will not that presuming shepherd dare,

ground. Who thinks his voice with Phæbus may com- Come, shepherds, come, and strew with leaves

the plain; MENALCAS.

Such fun'ral rites your Daphnis did ordain. Begin you first: if either Alcon's praise, With cypress boughs the crystal fountains hide, Or dying Phillis, have inspir'd your lays : And softly let the running waters glide. If her you mourn, or Codrus you commend, A lasting monument to Daphnis raise, Begin; and Tityrus your flocks shall tend. With this inscription to record his praise;

“ Daphnis, the fields' delight, the shepherds' Or shall I rather the sad verse repeat,

love, Which on the beech's bark I lately writ? Renown'd on earth, and deifi'd above; I writ, and sung betwixt. Now bring the swain Whose flock excell'd the fairest on the piains, Whose voice you boast, and let him try the But less than he himself surpass'd the swains." strain.


O heav'nly poet! such thy verse appears, Such as the shrub to the tall olive shows, So sweet, so charming to my ravish'd ears, Or the pale sallow of the blushing rose; As to the weary swain with cares opprest, Such is his voice, if I can judge aright, Beneath the sylvan shade, refreshing rest; Compar'd to thine in sweetness and in height. As to the sev'rish traveller, when first MOPSUS,

He finds a crystal stream to quench his thirst. No more, but sit, and hear the promis'd lay: In singing, as in piping, you excel; The gloomy grotto makes a doubtful day. And scarce your master could perform so well. The nymphs about the breathless body wait O fortunate young man! at least your lays Of Daphnis, and lament his cruel fate. Are next to his, and claim the second praise. The trees and floods were witness to their such as they are, my rural songs I join, tears:

To raise our Daphnis to the pow'rs divine ; At length the rumour reach'd his mother's ears. For Daphnis was so good, to love whate'er was The wretched parent, with a pious haste,

mine. Came running, and his lifeless limbs embrac'd. She sigh'd, she sobb'd; and furious with de- How is my soul with such a promise rais'd! spair,

For both the boy was worthy to be prais'd, She rent ber garments, and she tore her hair, And Stimicon has often made me long Accusing all the gods, and ev'ry star. [brink To hear, like him, so soft, so sweet a song. The swains forgot their sheep, nor near the

MENALCAS, Of running waters brought their herds to drink. Daphnis, the guest of heaven, with wond'ring The thirsty cattle, or themselves, abstain'd

eyes From water, and their grassy fare disdain'd. Views, in the milky way, the starry skies, The death of Daphnis woods and hills deplore; And far beneath him, from the shining sphere, They cast the sound to Libya's desert shore; Beholds the moving clouds, and rolling year.


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For this with cheerful cries the woods resound. The same that sung Neæra's conqu’ring eyes,
The purple spring arrays the varied ground, And, had the judge been just, had won the
The nymphs and shepherds dance, and Pan prize.
himself is crown'd.

The wolf no longer prowls for nightly spoils, Accept from me this sheep-hook in exchange ;
Nor birds the springes fear, nor stags the loils; The handle brass ; the knobs in equal range,
For Daphnis reigns above, and deals from Anrigenes, with kisses, often tried

To beg this present, in his beauty's pride His mother's milder beams, and peaceful in- When youth and love are hard to be denied : fluence.

But what I could refuse to his request,
The mountain-tops unshorn, the rocks rejoice; Is yours unask'd; for you deserve it best.
The lowly shrubs partake of human voice.
Assenting Nature, with a gracious nod,
Proclaims him, and salutes the new-admitted

Be still propitions, every good be thine !

OR, Behold! four hallow'd altars we design;

And two to thee, and two to Phæbus rise;

On both is offer'd annual sacrifice.
The holy priests, at each returning year,

Two young shepherds, Chromis and Mnasylus,

having been often promised a song by Silenus, Two bowls of milk and two of oil shall bear; chance to catch him asleep in this pastoral; where And I myself the guests with friendly bowls will they bind hini hand and foot, and then claim his cheer.

promise. Silenus, finding they would be put off

no longer, begins his song, in which he describes Two goblets will I crown with sparkling wine, the formation of the universe, and the original of The gen'rous vintage of the Chian vine :

animals, according to the Epicurean philosophy;

and then runs through the most surprising transThese will I pour to thee, and make the nectar formations which have happened in Nature since thine.

her birth. This pastoral wias designed as a com

pliment to Syron the Epicurenn, who instructed In winter shall the genial feast be made

Virgil and Varus in the principles of that philoBefore the fire ; by summer in the shade,

sophy. Silenus acts as tutor, Chromis and MnaDametas shall perform the rites divine;

sylus as the two pupils. And Lycrian Ægon in the song shall join. I FIRST transferr'd to Rome Sicilian strains ; Alphesibæus, tripping, shall advance,

Nor blush'd the Doric Muse to dwell on ManAnd mimic satyrs in his antic dance,

tuan plains. When to the nymphs our annual rites we pay, But when I tried her tender voice, too young, And when our fields with victims we survey And fighting kings and bloody battles sung, While savage boars delight in shady woods, Apollo check'd my pride, and bade me feed And finny fish inhabit in the floods

My fatt'ning flocks, nor dare beyond the reed. While bees on thyme, and locusts feed on dew- Adinonish'd thus, while every pen prepares Thy grateful swains these honours shall re To write thy praises, Varus, and thy wars, new,

My past'ral Muse her humble tribute brings;
Such honours as we pay to pow'rs divine, And yet not wholly uninspir'd she sings :
To Bacchus and to Ceres, shall be thine. For all who read, and, reading, not disdain
Such annual honours shall be given ; and thou Thesa rural poems, and their lowly strain,
Shalt hear, and shalt condemn thy suppliants to The name of Varus, oft inscrib'd shall see
their vow,

In ev'rv grove, and ev'ry vocal tree ;

And all the sylvan reign shall sing of thee : What present, worth thy verse, can Mopsus Thy name, to Phæbus and the muses known. find ?

Shall in the front of ev'ry page be shown; Not the soft whispers of the southern wind, For, he who sings thy praise secures his own, That play through trembling trees, delight me Proceed, my Muse !—Two Satyrs on the

ground, Nor murmuring billows on the sounding shore; Stretch'd at his ease, their sire Silenus found. Nor winding streams that through the valley Doz'd with his fumes, and heavy with his load, glide,

They found him snoring in his dark abode, And the scarce cover'd pebbles gently chide. And seiz'd with youthful arms the drunken god.

His rosy wreath was dropt not long before, Receive you first this tuneful pipe, the same Borne hy the tide of wine, and floating on the That play'd my Corydon's unhappy flame:




Hhs ompty can, with ears half worn away, Ah, wretched queen! you range the pathless Was hung on high, to boast the triumph of the wood, day.

While on a flow'ry bank he chews the cud, Invaded thus, for want of better bands,

Or sleeps in shades, or through the forest roves, His garland they unstring, and bind his hands, And roars with anguish for his absent loves. For, by the fraudful god deluded long,

“ Ye nymphs, with toils his forest-walk surThey now resolve to have their promis'd song; round, Ægle came in, lo make their party good And trace his wand'ring footsteps on the ground. The fairest Nais of the neighb'mıng flood- But, ah! perhaps my passion he disdains, And, while he starts around with stupid eyes, And courts the milky mothers of the plains. His brows with berries, and his temples, dies. We search th' ungrateful fugitive abroad, He finds the fraud, and with a smile demands, While they at home sustain his happy load.” On what design the boys had bound his hands. He sung the lover's fraud; the longing inaid, “ Loose me," he cried; “'t was impudence to With golden fruit, like all the sex, betray'd ; find

The sisters mourning for their brother's loss; A sleeping god ; 't is sacrilege to bind.

Their bodies hid in barks, and furr'd with To you the promis'd poem I will pay ;

moss ; The nymph shall be rewarded in her way." How each a rising alder now appears, He rais'd his voice, and soon a num'rous throng And o'er the Po distils her gummy tears: Of tripping Satyrs crowded to the song; Then sung, how Gallus, by a Muse's hand, And sylvan Fauns, and savage beasts, ad- Was led and welcom'd to the sacred strand; vanc'd ;

The senate rising to salute their guest, And nodding forests to the numbers danc'd. And Linus thus their gratitude express’d: Not by Hemonian hills the Thracian bard, “Receive this present, by the Muses made, Nor awful Phæbus was on Pindus heard The pipe on which th’ Ascræan pastor play'd ; With deeper silence, or with more regard. With which of old he charm'd the savage He sung the secret seeds of Nature's frame;

train, How seas, and earth, and air, and active flame, And call’d the mountain ashes to the plain. Fell through the mighty void, and, in their fall, Sing thou, on this, thy Phæbus, and the wood Were blindly gather'd in this goodly ball. Where once his fane of Parian marble stood : The tender soil, then stiff" ning by degrees, On this his ancient oracles rehearse ; Shut from the bounded earth the bounding seas. And with new numbers grace the god of verse." Then earth and ocean, various forms disclose; Why should I sing the double Scylla's fate ? And a new sun to the new world arose; The first by love transform'd, the last by hateAnd mists, condens'd to clouds, obscure the A beauteous maid above; but magic arts sky;

(ply. With barking dogs deform’d her nether parts: And clouds, dissolv'd, the thirsty ground sup- What vengeance on the passing feet sho The rising trees the lofty mountains grace:

pour'd, The lofty mountains feed the savage race, The master frighted, and the mates devour'd. Yet few, and strangers, in th’unpeopled place. Then ravish'd Philomel the song exprest; From thence the birth of man the song pursu'd, The crime reveal'd; the sisters' cruel feast; And how the world was lost, and how renew'd: And how in fields the lapwing Tereus reigns, The reign of Saturn, and the golden age; The warbling nightingale in woods complains : Prometheus' theft, and Jove's avenging rage; While Procne makes on chimney-tops her The cries of Argonauts for Hylas drown'd,

moan, With whose repeated name the shores resound; And hovers o'er the palace once her own. Then mourns the madness of the Cretan queen: Whatever songs besides the Delphian god Happy for her if herds had never been. Had taught the laurels, and the Spartan flood What fury, wretched woman, seiz'd thy breast? Silenus sung : the vales his voice rebound, The maids of Argus (though with rage pos- And carry to the skies the sacred sound. sess'd,

And now the setting sun had warn'd the swain Their imiraled lowings fill'd the grove,)

To call his counted cattle from the plain : Yet shunn'd the guilt of thy prepost'rous love, Yet still th' unwearied sire pursues the tuneful Nor sought the youthful husband of the herd,

strain. Tho' lab’ ring yokes on their own necks they Till, unperceiv'd, the heavens with stars were fear'd,

hung, And felt for budding horns on their smooth fore. And sudden night surpris'd the yet unfinish'd heads rear'd.

song. VOL. 11.-2






Young Micon offers, Delia, to thy shrine. OR,

But, speed his hunting with thy pow'r divine ; MELIBEUS.

Thy statue then of Parian stoue shall stand ;

Thy legs in buskins with a purple band.

Melibo us here gives us the relation of a sharp This bowl of milk, these cakes, (our country

poetical contest between Thyrsis and Corydori, at which he and Daphnis were present; who

fare) both declared for Corydon.

For thee, Priapus, yearly we prepare,

Because a little garden is thy care. BENEATH a holm, repair'd two jolly swains, But, if the falling lambs increase my fold, (Their sheep and goats together graz'd the Thy marble statue shall be turn'd to gold.

plains) Both young Arcadians, both alike inspir'd Fair Galatea, with thy silver feet. To sing, and answer as the song requir’d. 0, whiter than the swan, and more than Hybla Daphnis, as umpire, took the middle seat;

sweet! And fortune thither led my weary feet.

Tall as a poplar, taper as the pole! For, while I fenc'd my myriles from the cold, Come, charm thy shepherd, and restore my The father of my flock had wander'd from the

soul. fold.

Come, when my lated sheep at night return; of Daphnis I inquir'd : he smiling said, And crown the silent hours, and stop the rosy " Dismiss your fear,” and pointed where he fed “ And if no greater cares disturb your mind, Sit here with us in covert of the wind.

May I become as abject in thy sight Your lowing heifers, of their own accord, As sea-weed on the shore, and black as night; At wat'ring time, will seek the neighbouring Rough as a burr; deform'd like him who chaws ford.

Sardinian herbage to contract his jaws; Here wanton Mincius winds along the meads, Such and so monstrois let thy swain appear, And shades his happy banks with bending If one day's absence looks not like a year. reeds.

Hence from the field, for shame! the flock deAnd


old oak that meets the skies, How black the clouds of swarming bees arise.” No better feeding while the shepherd starves. What should I do? nor was Alcippi nigh, Nor absent Phillis could my care supply, Ye mossy springs, inviting easy sleep, To house, and feed by hand my weaning lambs, Ye trees, whose leafy shades those mossy founAnd drain the strutting udders of their dams.

tains keep. Great was the strife betwixt the singing swains: Defend my flock! The summer heats are And I preferr'd my pleasure to my gains.

near, Alternate rhyme the ready champion chose : And blossoms on the swelling vines appear. These Corydon rehears’d, and Thyrsis those,

With heapy fires our cheerful hearth is crown'd, Ye muses, ever fair and ever young,

And firs for torches in the words abound : Assist my numbers and inspire my song. We sear not more the winds and wintry cold, With all my Codrus, 0 ! inspire my breast; Than streams the banks, or wolves the blealFor Codrus, after Phæbus, sings ihe best.

ing fold. Or, if my wishes have presum'd 100 high,

CORYDON. And stretch'd their bounds beyond mortality, Our woods with juniper and chestnuts crown'd, The praise of artful numbers I resign, With falling fruits and berries paint the ground; And hang my pipe upon the sacred pine. And lavish nature laughs, and strews her stores

around. Arcadian swains, your youthful poet crown But, if Alexis from our mountains fly, With ivy-wreaths, though surly Codrus frown. E'en running rivers leave their channels dry. Or, if he blast my muse with envious praise,

THYRSIS. Then fence my brows with amulets of bays. Parch'd are the plains, and frying is the field, Lest his ill arts or his malicious tongue Nor with’ring vines their juicy vintage yield, Should poison, or bewitch my growing song. But, if returning Phyllis bless the plain,

The grass revives; the woods are green These branches of a stag, this tusky boar

again; (The first essay of arms untried before) And Jove descends in showers of kindly rain.

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Scarce from the world the shades night The poplar is by great Alcides worn;

withdrew, The brows of Phæbus his own bays adorn; Scarce were the flocks refresh'd with morning The branching vine the jolly Bacchus loves ;

dew, The Cyprian queen delights in myrtle groves; When Damon, stretch'd beneath an olive shade, With hazel Phyllis crowns her flowing hair; And wildly staring upwards, thus invcigh'd And, while she loves that common wreath to Against the conscious gods, and curs'd the wear,

maid : Nor bays, nor myrtlo boughs, with hazel shall "Star of the morning, why dost thou delay? compare.

Come, Lucifer, drive on the lagging day,

While I my Nisa's perjur'd faith deploreThe tow'ring ash is fairest in the woods ; Witness, ye pow'rs by whom she falsely swore! In gardens, pines, and poplars by the floods ; The gods, alas! are witnesses in vain : But, if my Lucidas will ease my pains, Yet shall my dying breath 10 heaven complain. And often visit our forsaken plains,

Begin with me, my fute, the sweet Mænalian To bim the tow'ring ash shall yield in woods,

strain. In gardons, pines, and poplars by the floods. “ The pines of Manalus, the vocal grove,

Are ever full of verse and full of love : These rhymes I did to memory commend, They hear the hinds, they hear their god comWhen vanquish'd Thyrsis did in vain contend;

plain, Since when 'tis Corydon among the swains, Who suffer'd not the reeds to rise in vain. Young Corydon without a rival reigns. Begin with me, my flute, the sweet Mænalian

strain. “Mopsus triumphs; he weds the willing fair.

When such is Nisa's choice, what lover can PASTORAL VIII.

despair ? Now griffons join with mares ; another age

Shall see the hound and hind their thirst as. PHARMACEUTRIA.


Promiscuous at the spring. Prepare the lights ARGUMENT.

O Mopsus! and perform the bridal rites. This pastoral contains the songs of Damon and

Scatter thy nuts among the scrambling boys :Alphesibæus. The first of them bewails the loss of his mistress, and repines at the success of his Thine is the night, and thine the nuptial joys. Tival Mopsus. The other repeats the charms of For thee the sun declines: O happy swain! some enchantress, who endeavoured by her spells Begin with me, my flute, the sweet Mænalian, and magic to make Daphnis in love with her.

strain. TAE mournful muse of two despairing swains, “O Nisa' justly to thy choice condemn'd! The love rejected and the lovers' pains ; Whom bast thou taken, whom hast thou conTo which the savage lynxes list'ning stood;

temn'd? The rivers stood in heaps, and stopp'd the run- For him, thou hast resus'd my browzing herd, ning flood;

Scorn'd my thick eye-brows, and my shaggy The hungry herd their needful food resuse

beard. of two despairing swains, I sing the mournful Unhappy Damon sighs and sings in vain,

While Nisa thinks no god regards a lover's Great Pollio! thou, for whom thy Romc pre- pain, pares

Begin with me, my fute, the sweet Mænalian The ready triumph of thy finish'd wars,

strain. Whether Timavus or th' Illyrian coast, " I view'd thee first, (how fatal was the view!) Whatever land or sea, thy presence boast;

And led thee where the ruddy wildings gren, Is there an hour in fate reserved for me, High on the planted hedge, and wet with mornTo sing thy deeds in numbers worthy thee ?

ing dew. In numbers like to thine, could I rehearse, Then scarce the bending branches I could win ; Thy lofty tragic scenes, thy labour'd verse, The callow down began to clothe my chin. The world another Sophocles in thee,

I saw, I perish'd, yet indulg'd my pain. Another Homer should behold in me

Begin with me, my flute, the sweet Mænalian Amidst thy laurels let this ivy twine :

strain. Thine was may earliest muse, my latest shall “I know thee, love! in deserts thc.a wert be thine,

And at the dugs of savage tigers fed; bred,


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