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THE FABLE OF DRYOPE.
SHE said, and for her lost Galanthis sighs,
A lake there was, with shelving banks around, 15 Whose verdant summit fragrant myrtles crown'd. These shades, unknowing of the fates, she sought, And to the Naiads flow'ry garlands brought;
DRYOPE] Upon occasion of the death of Hercules, his mother Alcmena recounts her misfortunes to lole, who answers with a relation of those of her own family, in particular the transformations of her sister Dryope, which is the subject of the ensuing
Her smiling babe (a pleasing charge) she prest
Not distant far a wat❜ry lotos
The spring was new, and all the verdant boughs
The trembling tree with sudden horror shook.
A flow'ry plant, which still preserves her name.