To you the promised poem I will pay ;
The nymph shall be rewarded in her way.'»
He raisM his voke ; and soon a numerous throng
Of tripping Satyrs crowded to the song ;
And sylvan Fauns, and savage beasts, advanced,
And nodding forests to the numbers danced.
Not by Hsemonian hills the Tbracian bard.
Nor awful Phoebus was on Pindus heard.
With deeper silence, or with more regard.
He sung the secret seeds of Nature's frame ;
How seas, and earth, and air, and active flame,
Pell through the mighty void, and in their fall
Were blindly gathered in this goodly ball.
The tender soil then stiffening by degrees.
Shut from the bounded earth, the bounding seas.
Then earth and ocean various forms disclose j
And a new sun to the new world arose*
And mists, condensed to clouds, obscure the sky ;
And clouds, dissolv'd, the thirsty ground supply.
The rising trees the lofty mounUins grace:
The lofty mountains feed the savage race.
Yet few, and strangers, in th' unpeopled place.
From hence the birth of man the song pursued.
And hpw the world was lost, and how renew*d.
The reign of Saturn, and the golden »ge ;
Prometheus' theft, and Jove's avenging rage.
The cries of Argonauts for Hylas drown'd ;
With whose repeated name the shores resound.
Then mourns the madness of the Cretan queen r
Happy for her, if herds had never been.
What fury, wretched woman, seizM thy breast ?
The maids of Argos (though with rage potsess'd.
Their imitated lowings flll'd the grove)
Yet shunn'd the guilt of thy preposterous love.
Nor sought the youthful husband of the herd,
Though labourhig yokes on their own necks they
fear'dj [heads rear'd.

And felt for budding horns on their smooth fbre-
Ah, wretched queen ! you range the pathlesswood.
While on a flowery bank he chews the cod:
Or sleeps in shades, or through the foi«t roves ;
And roars with anguish for his absent loves.
Ye nymphs, with toils his forest-walk snrromid.
And trace his wandering footsteps on the ground.
But ah! perhaps my passion be disdains, ^

And courts the milky mothers of the plaint.
We search th' ungrateful fugitive abroad ;
While they at home sustam his happy load.
He sung the lover's fraud ; the longing maid.
With golden fruit, like all the sex, betray'd :
The sister's mourning for the brother's loss ;
Their bodies bid in barks, and furr'd with moss.
How each a rising alder now appears :
And o'er the Po distils her gummy tears.
Then sung, how Gallus, by a Muse's hand.
Was led and welcom'd to the sacred strand.
The senate, rising to salute their guest ;
And Linus thus their gratitude esqpresi'd 3
" Receive this present, by the Muses mnde ;
The pipe on which th' Ascr^an pastor pby'd ;
With which of old he charm'd the savage train.
And call'd the mountain ashes to the plain.
Sing thou on this, thy Pbmbqs ; and the wood
Wher« onee his fane of Parian m«rbk stood.



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Pn this his ancimt ormqles rehearse.
And with new number^ grace the god of verse.
V/hy should I sing the double Scylla's fate,
The first by love tra^orm'd, the last by bate.
A beauteous maid above, but niagic arts,
V'ith barkjn^ do^ defomiM her nether paftf :
'U^hat vengeance on the passing fleet she pour'd.
The master frighted, and the mates devour^.
Then ravishM Philomel the song expresa'd;
The crime reveal'd ; the sipters* cruel feast :
And bow in fields the lapwing Tereus reigns ;
1'he warbling nightingale in Vroods complains.
While Progne makes on chimney-tops her mQ4i(}
And hovers o'er the palace once her own.
Whatever songs besides, the Delphian god
Had taughl the laurels, and the Spartan fiooA,
Silenus sung : the vale^ his yo|ce rebound.
And carry to the skies the sacred found.
And now the setting Sun had wamM tbe twahi
To call his counted cattle from the plain:
Yet still th' unwQarj'd ^re pursues the tunefi^

strain,
TiH unperceiv'd the Heayens wi^h stars were hung:
And ^udden night surprised tbe yet unflnish'd sobfp.



THE SKTIMTB PAITOKAL;
01,



IfEUBCEU^.



TB^ AftOUMBNy.

IfBLiBOEUs here gives us the relation of a fharp
poetical contest between Thyrsis and Corydon;
at which be himself and Daphnis ^e^e pregei^t:
who both declared for Cqrydon.



^BNEATti a holm, rcpaif'd two jolly ?waii^ ;
Their sheep and goats together graz'd the pUiii|[;
Both young Arcadians, both alike inspired
To smg, and answer as the song req^ir'd.
paphnis, as umpire, took the middle seat;
And fortune thither led my weary feet
For while I fenc*d my myrtles from the cold.
The father of ihy flock had wander'd from the fold.
Of Daphnis I inquired; he, smiling, said,
•* Dismrss your fear," and pointed where he fed.
•' And, if no greater cares disturb your mind.
Sit here with us, in covert of the wind.
Your lowing heifers, of their owp accord,
At watering time, will seek the neighbouring ford.
Here wanton Mincius winds along the meaos.
And shades his happy banks with bending reeds :
And see from yon old oak, that mates the skies^
How black the clouds of swarming bees arise."
What should I do ! nor was Alcippe nigh.
Nor absent Phyllis could my care supply.
To hous*. and feed by hand, my weaning lamb^.
And drain the strutting udders of their dams ?
<3reat was the strife betwixt the singing swains:
And I preferred my pleasure to my gains.
Ali«:mate rhyme the ready champions chose :
These Corydon rehears'd, and Thyrsis those.
' coa. Ye MMes, ever fair, and ever young,
Astift myiifnnbeTs, and inspire mj song.



With all my Codm» O inspire my brf»*^
For Codrus, after PhoBbus, sings the best.
Or if my wishes have presumM too high,
And stretchM their bounds beyond mortality*
The praise of artful numbers 1 resign :
And hang my pipe upon tbe sacred pine.

THva. Arcadian swains, your youthful poet cmw^
With ivy wreaths : though surly Codrus firown.'
Or if he blast my Muse with envious praise,
Then fence my brows with amulets of bays :
}jsit his ill arte, or his malicious tongue,
Should poison 01; btwitch my growing* song.

coa. These branches of a stag, this tusky boa|^
(The first essay of arms untyy'd before)
Young Mycon otters, Delia, to "thy shrine ;
But speed his hunting with thy power divine.
Thy statue then of Parian stone shall stand ;
Thy legs ifi buskins with a purple band.

THva. This bdwl of inilk, these cakes, (ouy couii*
try fiMPc)
For thee, Priapus, yearly we prepare.
Because a little garden is thy care. '
But if the fallmg lambs mcreaae my fbld»
Thy marble statue shall be turned to gold.
00a. t^r Galatea, with thy silver feet,
O, whiter than the swan, and more than Hybl%
Tall as a poplar, taper as the bole,* [sweet j

Come, charm thy shepherd, and restore my sooL
Come when my lated sheep at night return ;
iind crown the silent hours, and stop the rosy mom«

THYR. May I become as abject in thy sight.
As seaweed on the shore, and black as night :
Rough as a bur, defacm'd like hini who chaws
Sardinian hefbace to contract his jaws ;
Such and fo monstrous let thy swain appear,
If one day*s absence looks not like a year.
Hence fjwn the fipld, for shame ; the flock deserve^
No better feeding, while the shepherd starves. '

coa. Ye mossy springs, inviting easy sleep,
Ye Ws, whose leafy shadei thosa mo»y fbuntain%

keep,
Defend my flocl( ; ^ summer heats/ire near.
And blossoms on the swelling vtne^ appear.
' THYR. With heapy fires our cheerful heartb is

trown'd ;
And firs for torches in the woods abound :
We fter not more the winds, and wintry cold,
Tlian streams the banks, or wolves the bleating fold.
fOR. Our woods with juniper and chesnots
crown'd,
With falling fruits and berries paint the ground ;
Aad lavish Nature laughs, and strows her stores
Biit if A lexis f^m our mountains' fly, [around.
Kv'n running rivers leave their channels dry.
THYR. ParchM are the plains, and frying is the
field,
' Nor withering vines their juicy vintage yield,
Bvit if returning Phyllis bless the plain,'
I The grass revives ; the woods are green again ;
And Jove descends in showers of kindly raiq.
coa. The poplar is by great Alcides w®™ >
The brows of PhoebMS his own bays adorn ;
The branching vine the jolly Bacchus loves ;
The Cyprian queen delights ht mjrrtle groves.
With hazle Phyllis crowns her flowing hair ;
And while she loves that common wreath to wcsri
Norbays, nor myrtle boughs, with hazle sbaU com-
pare. ^^
TBYR. llie towering ash isfiiirest in the woods >

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But if my I^idas wiH ease my pains,
And often visit our forsaken plains,
T<i him the towering ash shall yield in woods |
In gardens pines, and poplars by the floods.

MEL. These rhymes I did to memory coinmcnd.
When vanquishM Thyrsis did m vain contend j
Since when *tis Corydon among the swain^
yovLfif Corydon without a rival ^igos.



TBI IICHTB PA9T0aA|.|
Ol,

fHAHMACEUTRLL



T^ts pastotal contains the songs of D^mqp and
Alpheaboeus. The first of them hewails the loss
of iiis mistress, and repines at the success of his
rival Mopsus. The other repeats the charms of
9ome enchantress, who endeavoured, by her
spells and magic, to ma^e I^phnis in love with
her. ^



Tbi momrnful Mnse of two despairing swains,
"ilie love rejected, and the lover's pains,
To which the savage lynxes listening stood.
The rivers stood on heaps, aiid stopped the runrnqg

flood:
The hungry herd their needful food refuse;
Of two despairing swains I sing the mournful Muse.
Great Pollio, thou for whom thy Rome prepare^
The ready triumph of thy finished wars.
Whether Timavus or th' Illyrian coast.
Whatever land or sea thy presence boast ;
|s there an hour in fkte reserv'd for me,
To sing thy deeds in numbers worthy thee ?
In nnmbers like to thine, could I rehearse
Thy lofky tragic scenes, thy laboured verse ;
The werld another Sophocles in thee,
Another Homer should behold in me :
Amidst thy laurels let this ivy twine,
Thine was my earliest Muse; my latest shall be
thine. drew ;

Scarce from the world the shades of night with-

$carce were the iSoc1(S refresli'd with morning dew.
When Damon, stretchM beneath an olive shade.
And wildly staring upwards, thus iuveigh'd

Against the conscious gods, and curs'd the crue)
maid:

" Star of the morning, why dost thou delay?

Cofide, Lucifer, drive on the lagging day ?

While I my Nisa's peijur'd faith deplore;

Witness, ye powers, by whom she falsely swore !

The gods, alas ! are witnesses in vain ;

Yet shall my dying breath to Heaven complain.

Begm with me, my flute, the sweet Msnalian strain.
'*The pines of Maenalus, the vocal grove.

Are ever full of verse, and full of love :

They hear the hinds, they hear their god complain ;

Who suflfer'd not the reeds to rise in vain.

Segin with me, my flute, the sweet Masnalian strain.
^ M<^us triumphs ; he weds the willing fair :

When such is Nisa's choice, what lover can despair !

l^w grifidns join wi^i mares ; another age

Shall see the hound apd hind their thirst asswage



Promiscuons at the nifriBg : pi«p«re tite 1i|^>
O Mopsus 1 and perform the bridal rites. .
Scatter thy nuts among the scrambling boys :
Thine is the night, and thine the nuptial joys*
For thee the Sun declines : O happy swain !
Begin with me, my fli^te, U)e sweet Msenalian strain.

" O, Nisa ! justly to thy choice condemned !
Whom hast thou taken; whom hast thou contemned ;
For him, thou hast refused my browsing hefd,
Scorn'd my thick eyebrows, and my shaggy beaniU
Unhappy Damon sighs, and sings in vain :
While Nisa thinks no god regards a lover's pain,
Begin with me, my flute, the sweet Masnalian strain*

" I viewM thee first, l^ow fotal was the view I
And ltd thee where the ruddy wildings grew
High on the planted hedge, and wet with morning

dew.
Then scarce the bending branches I could win.
The callow down b^an to clothe ny chin;
I saw, I perished ; yet indulged my pain ;
Begin with n^e, my flut<^, the sweet Menalian stsain.

*' I know thee, Lqve ;, in deserts tbou wei^ bred ;
And at the dugs of savage tigers fed t
Alien of birth, usurper of the pkuoa : [strains.
Begin with me, my flute, the sweet Mmalian

** Relentless love the cruel mother led.
The blood of her unhappy babes to sheds
Love lent the sword ; the mother struck the blow ;
Inhuman she ; but more unhappy thou.
Alien of birth, usurper of the plains : [strains.
Begin with me, my flute, the sweet Mdmalian

" Old doting Nature, change thy course anew :
And let the trembling lamb the wolf pursue s
Let oak« now glitter with Uespariau frnit,
And purple daflfodils from alder shgot.
Fat amber let the tamarisk dktil :
And booting owls contend with swans in skllL
Hoarse Tityrus strive with Orpheos in the woods|
And challenge fam'd Arion on the floods.
Or, oh ! let Nature cease, and chaos reign :
Begin with me, my flute, the sweet MwnaKan strain.

** Let earth be sea; and let the whehning tide
The lifeless limbs of luckless Damon hide:
Farewell, ye secret woods and shady gfoves,
Haimts of my youtlk, and qoMcioua of my loves t
From 3ron high cliff I plunge into the main ;
Take the last present of thy dymg swain :
And cease, my silent flule» the sweet Mswialian
strain."

Now take youf turns, ye Muses, to reheevse
His friend's complaints ; and mighty magic verse.
*' Bring running water ; bind those altars round
With fillets ; and with vervain strow the ground : ,
Mal^e fat with frankinceiise the sacred firot.
To re-inflame my Daphnis with desires,
'Tisdone, we want but verse. Restoie, my charms^
My lingering Daphnis to my longing aniM.

" pie Phoebe, drawn by verse, from Heaven de-
scends;
And Circe changed with charms tJl3rsses' friends. ^
Verse breaks th^ ground, and penetrates the brake.
And in the winding cavern splits the snake.
Verse fires the frozen veins : restore, my charms.
My lingerii^ Daphnis to my longing wrms.

** Around his waxen image first I wmd
Three woollen fillets. o£ thce«» colours join'd :
Thrice bind about his thrice^levoted head,
Which round the sacred altar thric^ is led.
Unequal numbers please the gods : my-obanas^ ,
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'< KMt with thrte knoCt the fillets, knit them
. stnifht;
Thenny, * Tbcic knoti to lore I consecrate'
Haste, Amaryllis, haste ; restore, my channs,
My lovely Daphnis to my kmging arms.

" As fire this figure hardens, made of clay ;
And this of wax with fitre consumes away ;
Suoh let the sool of cruel Daphnis he;
Hard to the rest of women ; soft to me.
Crumble the sacred mole of salt and com,
Next in the fire tho bays with brimstpne bum.
And while it crackles in the sulphur, say, [away.'
* This, I for Daphnis bum ; thus Daphnis bum
This laurel is his fate: restore, my charms.
My lovely Daphnis to my longing arms.

*' As when the raging heifer, through the grove.
Stung with desire, pursues her wandering love ;
Faint at the last, she seeks the weedy pools
To quench her thirst, and on the rushes rolls :
Careless of night, unmindful to return ;
' Such fruitless fires perfidjoos Daphnis bum.
While I so seora his love ; restore, my charms,
My lingering Daphnis to my longing arms.

** These garments once were his ; and left to me;
The pledges of his promis'd lovalty:
Which underneath my threshold I bestow ;
These pawns, O sacred Earth I to me my Daphnis



m hope to take possetMon, lie was in daag#r i»
be slain by Arius the centurion, to whom those
lands were assigned by the emperor, m reward
of his service against Bratus and Cassios. This
pastoral therefore is filled with^complainti of his
hard i^sage; and the petMos faitroduoed, are
the bailiff of Viigil, Mosris, end his
Lycidas.



f.TCrDAS.

Ho, Mcrris ! whither on thy way to fiut ^
This leads to town.

Mat. O Lycidas, at last
The time is come I never thought to See,
(Strange revolution for my farm and me)
When the grim cap^n, in a surly tone,
Cries out, '* Pack up, ye ras(!als ! and be gene.*
Kicked out, we set the best face on 't we cou^d.
And these two kids t* appease his angry mood
I bear, of which the Furies give him good !

LYC. Your country friends were told another tale :
That from the sloping mountain to the vale.
And dodder'd oak, and all the banks along,^
Menalcas savM his fortune with a soog.

BKBa. Such was the news, indeed ; but songs ahd



^ , ^ _ Prevail as much in these hard iron times, Irhymsf

As th^ were his, so mine is he : my charms, towe. 1 As would a plump of trembling fowl, that rise
-D.^^^ *w«:. ii.^*:».. t^^mA 4^ »w AmA,^Ai^ .mi« Against all eagle sousing from the skies.

And had not Phcebus wam'd me by the croak
Of an old raven, from a hollow oak.
To shun debate, Menalcas had been slain.
And Moeris not sorvivM him, to complain- [indoot
LYC Now Heaven defend ! could barbarous ragt
The bratal son of Mars t' insult the sacred Muse !
Who then should sing the nymphs. Or who reheaiia
The waters gliding in a smoother verse *
Or Amaryllis praise, that heavenly lay.
That shortened, as we went, our tedious way.

Tltyrus, tend my herd, and see them fed ;
To morning pastures, evening waters, led:
And 'ware the Libyan ridgePs butting head.

M<Bt. Or what unfinishM he to Yarns read ;
Thy name, O Varus, (if the kinder powers
Preserve our plains, and shield the Mantnan to«ci%
Obnoxious bv O^emooa^s neighbouring crime,)
The wings of swans, and stronger pinioned rhyme,
Shall raise aloft, and soaring bear above
Th* wimortal gift of gratitude to Jove.

1 LYC Sing on, sing on, for I can ne'er be cky'd,
I So may thy swarms the baleful yew avoid :

So may thy cows their burdened bags distend.
And trees to goats their willing branches bend.
Mean as I am, yet have the Muses made
Me free, a member of the tuneful trade :
At least, the shepherds seem to like my lays.
But I discern their flattery from thdr praise:
I nor to Cinna's ears, nor Vams' dare aspire ;
But gabble like a goose, amidst the swan-like quir*

MOvi. *Th what I have been conning in ^f
Nor are the verses of a vulgar kind. [mind r

Come, Galatea, come, the seas forsake;
What pleasures can the tides with their hoaiie

murmurs make?
See, on the shore inhabits purple spring,^
Where nightingales their lovesick ditty sing ;
See, meads with purling streams, with flowers the
ground, -

The grottoes cool, with shady poplars crown a,
And creeping vines on arbours weav'd aruond.



Restore their lingering lord to my deluded arms.

" These poisonous plants, for magic use designed,
(The noblest and the best of all the baneful kind,)
Old Mceris brought me from the Pontic strand.
And cull'd the mischief of a bounteous land.
Smear'd with these powerful juices, on the plain
He howls a wolf among the hungry train :
And oft the mighty necromancer boasts.
With thase, to call from tombs the stalking ghosts ;
And from the roots to tear the standing com.
Which, whiri'd aloft, to distant fields is borne.
Such is the strength of spells : restore, my charms.
My fingering Daphnis to my longing arms.

*' Bear out these ashes; cast them in the brook;
Cast backwards o'er your head, ik>r turn your look :
Since neither gods, nor godlike verse can move,
Break out, ye smother'd fires, and kindle smothered

love.
Exert your utmost power, my lingering charms.
And force my Daphnis to my longing arms.
'* See, while my last endeavours 1 delay,
The waking ashes rise, and round our altars play :
, Run to the threshold, Amaryllis ; hark.
Our Hylas opens, and begins to bark*
Good Heaven ! may lovers what they wish believe ;
Or dream their wishes, and those dreams deceive !
Ko more, my Daphnis comes; no more, my

charms;
He comes, be mus, he leaps, to my desiring arms."



TU Nim PASTOtAi;

o»,
LYCIDAS AND M(Eni8.



TBI AKCUMtirr.



W*w Vifga, by the favour of Angnstns, had re-
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Oboie ttien, md leaie the wa^et* tumukuout rour,
Let the wild surgoi Tainly beat the shore.

LTc. Or that tweet soog I heard with such ddigbt:
The same you sung aloue one starry night ;
The tune I still retain, hat not the words.

MOa. Why, Daphnis, dost thou search in old
To know the seasona when the Stan arise ?

records.
See Caaar's lamp is lighted in the skiei :
The star, whose rays the blushing grapes adoniy
And swell the kindly ripening ears of com.
Under this influence graft the tender shoot ;
Thy diildien's children shall enjoy the fruit
The rest I have forgot, for cares and time
Change all things, and untune my soul to ihymie :
I could have once sung down a summer's sun,
But new tbe chime of poetry a done.
My voice grows hoarse ; I foel the notes decay,
As if the i^tveshad seen me first to day.
But tbeae, and more than I to mind can briag,
Menalcaa has not yet forgot to sing.

LYc. Thy faint excuses but inflame me more ;
And now the waves roll silent to tbe shore.
Hoaht winds the topmost branches scarcely bend.
As If thy tuneful song they did attend :
Already we have half our way overcome;
Far oflTI can discern Bianor's tomb ( [bow^

Here^ where tbe labourer's hands have fbraU'd a
Of wreathing trees, in singing waste an hour.
Best here thy weary limbs, thy kids lay down,
We've day liefore us yet, to reach the town :
Or if, ere night, the gathering clouds we fear,
A song will help the beating storm to bear.
And that thou may'st not be too late abroad.
Singing, TU ease thy shoulders of thy lQ|ad.

Mcsa. Cease to request me; let us mind our
Another seng requires another day. [way ;

When good Menalcas comes, if he r^oe.
And find a friend at court, I'll find a voice.



run mrn PAiroiAt;

oa,

MILU8.



m AftcvicBirr.

Callus, a great patron of Virgil, and an exceHeot
poet, was very deeply in love with one Cytheris,
whom he calls Lyooris ; and who had forsaken
him for the company of a soldier. The poet
therefore supposes his fnend Gallus retired in
his height c^ melancholy mto the solitudea of
Arcadia (the celebrated scene of pastorals);
where he represents him in a very languishing
conditioa, with all the rural deities about him,
' pitying his hard osage, and condoling his mis-
fortune.



Tar sacred succour, Arethttsa» hring ,
To crown my labour : tis the last I sing.
Which proud Lycoris may with pity view ;
Tbe Muse is mournful, Ihougfa the numbers few,
K«^uiei|^iiotav«je^ to grief and Gallus due.



So may thy silver streams benerth t]ie ^e;
Unmn'd with briny seas> securely glide.
Sing then my Oalius, and his hopeless vows ;
Sing, while my cattle crop the tender browse.
The vocal grove shall answer to the sound.
And echo, from the vales, the tuneful voice rebound.
What lawns or woods withheld you finom his aid.
Ye njrmphs, when Gallus was to love betray'd ;
To lore, unpityM by the cfuel maid ?
Nor steepy Pindns cou*d r^ard your course.
Nor cleft Parnassus, nor th^ Aonian source :
Nothing that owns the Muses oou'd suspend
Your aid to Gallus, Gallus is their friend.
For him tbe lofty laurel stands in tears,
And hung with humid pearls the lowly shrub ap-
Mvoalian pines the godlike swain bemoan ; [pears.
When spread beneath a rock he sigh'd alone ;
And cold Lycsius wept from every dropping stone*
The sheep surround their shepherd, as he lies :
Blush not, sweet poet, nor the name despise:
Along the streams his flock Adonis fed ,
And 3ret the queen of beauty blest bis bed.
The swains and Urdy neat-herds came, and last
Menalcas, wet with beating wmter mast
Wondering they ask'd from •whence anae thy
Yet more amas*d, thy own Apollo came, [flame ;
Flu^'d were his cheeks, and glowing were his eyes :
" Is she thy care? is she thy care ?" he cries.
'* Thj fhlse Lycoris flies thy love and thee:
And for thy rival tempts the raging sea.
The forms of horrid war, and Heavea*s inclemency.**
Sylvanus came : his brows a country crown
Offeond, and of nodding lilies, drown.
Great Pan arriv'd; and we beheld him too :
His cheeks and tenoples of vermilliou hne.
" Why, Gallus, this immoderate grief," he cryM:
** Think'st thou that love with tean is satisfy*d ?
The meads are sooner drunk with morning dews ;
The bees with flowery shruba, the goats with



TTnmovM, and with defected eyes he moum'd ;

He paus'd, and then these broken words retnm d :

** *Tk past; and pity givesme no relief:

But you, Arcadian swains, shall sing my grief :

And on yoor biila my last complaints renew ;

So sad a song is only worthy you.

How light would lie the turf upon my breast.

If you my suflferings in your songs exprrst ?

Ah ! that your birth and bm^ess had been mine ;