Then scarce the bending branches I could win; I saw, I perish'd, yet indulg'd my pain. Begin with me, my flute, the sweet Mænalian strain. "I know thee, love! in deserts thou wert bred, And at the dugs of savage tigers fed; Alien of birth, usurper of the plains! Begin with me, my flute, the sweet Mænalian strains. "Relentless love the cruel mother led, The blood of her unhappy babes to shed: 60 65 Love lent the sword; the mother struck the blow; Inhuman she, but more inhuman thou: Alien of birth, usurper of the plains! Begin with me, my flute, the sweet Manalian strains. "Old doting Nature, change thy course anew; 70 And let the trembling lamb the wolf pursue. Let oaks now glitter with Hesperian fruit, And hooting owls contend with swans in skill; 75 Hoarse Tityrus strive with Orpheus 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 Mænalian strain. "Let earth be sea, and let the whelming tide 80 The lifeless limbs of luckless Damon hide: Farewell, ye secret woods and shady groves, Now take your turns, ye Muses, to rehearse His friend's complaints, and mighty magic verse. "Bring running water: bind those altars round With fillets, and with vervain strow the ground: 85 90 Make fat with frankincense the sacred fires, 'Tis done: we want but verse.-Restore, my charms, "Pale Phoebe, drawn by verse, from heav'n descends; "Around his waxen image first I wind 100 105 "Knit with three knots the fillets: knit them strait; Then say, These knots to love I consecrate.' Haste, Amaryllis, haste!- Restore, my charms, My lovely Daphnis to my longing arms. 110 "As fire this figure hardens, made of clay, Crumble the sacred mole of salt and corn: 115 Next in the fire the bays with brimstone burn; And, while it crackles in the sulphur, say, Tis I for Daphnis burn; thus Daphnis burn away! This laurel is his fate.'-Restore, my charms, 120 "As when the raging heifer, through the grove, 125 While I so scom his love!- Restore, my charms, "These garments once were his, and left to me. The pledges of his promis'd loyalty, Which underneath my threshold i bestow. 130 These pawns, O sacred earth: to me my Daphnis owe. 140 Restore, my charms, 145 My ling'ring Daphnis to my longing arms. "Bear out these ashes: cast them in the brook; Cast backwards o'er your head. nor turn your look: Since neither gods nor godlike verse can move, Break out, ye smother'd fires, and kindle smother'd love. "See, while my last endeavours I delay, The waking ashes rise, and round our altars play! 155 Good heav'n! may lovers what they wish believe? When Virgil, by the favour of Augustus, had recovered his patrimony near Mantua, and went in hope to take possession, he was in danger to be slain by Arius the centurion, to whom those lands were assigned by the emperor, in reward of his service against Brutus and Cassius. This pastoral therefore is filled with complaints of this hard usage; and the persons introduced are the bailiff of Virgil, Mœris, and his friend Lycidas. LYCIDAS. Ho, Maris! whither on thy way so fast? This leads to town. MORRIS. O Lycidas! at last LYCIDAS. Your country friends were told another tale- }10 And dodder'd oak, and all the banks along, MORIS. Such was the news, indeed; but songs and rhymes 15 As would a plump of trembling fowl, that rise And had not Phœbus warn'd me, by the croak LYCIDAS. 20 Now heaven defend! could barbarous rage induce Of Amaryllis praise that heavenly lay, MORIS. Or what unfinish'd he to Varus read 30 "Thy name, O Varus, (if the kinder pow'rs Preserve our plains, and shield the Mantuan tow'rs, Obnoxious by Cremona's neighbouring crime) 35 The wings of swans and stronger-pinion'd rhyme, Shall raise aloft, and soaring bear above- LYCIDAS. Sing on, sing on: for I can ne'er be cloy'd. 40 |