Then frantic rife, and like fome Fury rove

Thro' lonely plains, and thro' the filent grove, 160
As if the filent grove, and lonely plains,

That knew my pleafures, could relieve my pains.
I view the Grotto, once the scene of love,
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'That charm'd me more, with native mofs o'er grown,
Than Phrygian marble, or the Parian flone.
I find the fhades that veil'd our joys before;
But, Phaon gone, those shades delight no more.
Here the prefs'd herbs with bending tops betray
Where oft entwin'd in am'rous folds we lay;
I kifs that earth which once was prefs'd by you,
And all with tears the with ring herbs bedew.
For thee the fading trees appear to mourn,
And birds defer their fongs till thy return:
Night fhades the groves, and all in filence lie,
All but the mournful Philomel and I:
With mournful Philomel I join my strain,
Of Tereus fhe, of Phaon I complain.

A fpring there is, whose filver waters show,
Clear as a glass, the fhining fands below:
A flow'ry Lotos fpreads its arms above,
Shades all the banks, and seems itself a grove;
Eternal greens the moffy margin grace,
Watch'd by the fylvan Genius of the place.
Here as I lay, and swell'd with tears the flood, 185
Before my fight a wat'ry Virgin ftood:

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Conftitit, et dixit, "Quoniam non ignibus aequis "Ureris, Ambracias terra petenda tibi. "Phoebus ab excelfo, quantum patet, aspicit aequor : "Actiacum populi Leucadiumque vocant. "Hinc fe Deucalion Pyrrhae fuccenfus amore Mifit, et illaefo corpore preffit aquas.

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195 "Nec mora: verfus Amor tetigit lentiffima Pyrrhae "Pectora; Deucalion igne levatus erat.

"Hanc legem locus ille tenet, pete protinus altam “Leucada; nec saxo defiluisse time.”

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Nec gravidae lacrymas continuere genae.
Ibimus, o Nymphae, monftrataque faxa petemus.
Sit procul infano victus amore timor.
Quicquid erit, melius quam nunc erit: aura, fubito.
Et mea non magnum corpora pondus habent.
Tu quoque mollis Amor, pennas fuppone cadenti:
Ne fim Leucadiae mortua crimen aquae.
Inde chelyn Phoebo communia munera ponam:
Et fub ea verfus unus et alter erunt.

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She flood and cry'd, "O you that love in vain!
Fly hence, and feek the fair Leucadian main.
"There ftands a rock, from whofe impending steep
Apollo's fane furveys the rolling deep;
"There injur'd lovers leaping from above,
"Their flames extinguish and forget to love.
"Deucalion once with hopeless fury burn'd,
"In vain he lov'd, relentless Pyrrha fcorn'd;
"But when from hence he plung'd into the main,
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"Hafte, Sappho, hafte, from high Leucadia throw
Thy wretched weight, nor dread the deeps below!"
She spoke, and vanish'd with the voice-I rife,
And filent tears fall trickling from my eyes.

I go, ye Nymphs! thofe rocks and feas to prove;
How much I fear, but ah, how much I love!
I go, ye Nymphs, where furious love infpires;
Let female fears fubmit to female fires.
To rocks and feas I fly from Phaon's hate,
And hope from feas and rocks a milder fate.
Ye gentle gales, beneath my body blow,
And foftly lay me on the waves below!
And thou, kind Love, my finking limbs fuftain
Spread thy foft wings, and waft me o'er the main,
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Nor let a lover's death the guiltless flood profane!
On Phœbus' fhrine my harp I'll then bestow,
And this Inscription shall be plac'd below.
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"Grata lyram pofui tibi, Phoebe, poëtria Sappho
"Convenit illa mihi, convenit illa tibi."
Cur tamen Actiacas miferam me mittis ad oras,
Cum profugum poffis ipfe referre pedem ?
Tu mihi Leucadia potes effe falubrior unda:
Et forma et meritis tu mihi Phoebus eris.
An potes, o fcopulis undaque ferocior illa,

Si moriar, titulum mortis habere meae ?
At quanto melius jungi mea pectora tecum,
Quam poterant faxis praecipitanda dari!
Haec funt illa, Phaon, quae tu laudare folebas;
Vifaque funt toties ingeniofa tibi.

Nunc vellem facunda forent: dolor artibus obftat ;
Ingeniumque meis fubftitit omne malis.

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Plectra dolore tacent: muta dolore lyra eft.
Lefbides aequoreae, nupturaque nuptaque proles;
Lefbides, Aeolia nomina dicta lyra;
Lesbides, infamem quae me feciftis amatae;
Definite ad citharas turba venire meas.
Abftulit omne Phaon, quod vobis ante placebat. 235
(Me miferam dixi quam modo pene, meus!)
Efficite ut redeat: vates quoque veftra redibit.
Ingenio vires ille dat, ille rapit.

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"Here fhe who fung, to him that did infpire,
Sappho to Phoebus confecrates her Lyre;
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"What fuits with Sappho, Phoebus, fuits with thee;
"The Gift, the giver, and the God agree.'

But why, alas, relentless youth, ah why
To diftant feas muft tender Sappho fly?

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Thy charms than thofe may far more pow'rful be,
And Phoebus' felf is lefs a God to me.
Ah! can't thou doom me to the rocks and fea,
O far more faithlefs and more hard than they?
Ah! canft thou rather fee this tender breast
Dash'd on these rocks than to thy bofom preft; 225
This breaft which once, in vain! you lik'd fo well;
Where the Loves play'd, and where the Mufes dwell.
Alas! the Mufes now no more inspire,
Untun'd my lute, and filent is my lyre;
My languid numbers have forgot to flow,
And fancy finks beneath a weight of woe.
Ye Lesbian virgins, and ye Lesbian dames,
Themes of my verse, and objects of my flames,
No more your groves with my glad fongs fhall ring,
No more these hands fhall touch the trembling string:
My Phaon's fled, and I those arts refign
(Wretch that I am, to call that Phaon mine!)
Return, fair youth, return, and bring along
Joy to my foul, and vigour to my fong:
Abfent from thee, the Poet's flame expires;
But ah! how fiercely burn the Lover's fires?

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