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If to the dark we Ay, the dark they trace,
Psycarpax' father, father now no more!
For poor Psycarpax lies remote from shore;
WHEN rosy-finger'd Morn bad ting'd the clouds, And, strangir, we can boast of bounteous Jove: Around their monarch-mouse the nation crowds, We sport in water, or we dance on land,
Slow rose the sovereign, hear'd his anxious breast, And born amphibious, food from both command. And thus the council, fill'd with rage, addrest: But trust thyself where wonders ask thy view, “ For lost Psycarpax much my soul endures, Ånd safely tempt those seas, I'il bear thee through:
'Tis mine the private griet, the public yours. Ascend my shou ders, firmly keep thy seat,
Tiree warlike sons adorn’d my nuptial bed, And reach my marshy court, and feast in state." Three sons, alas, before their father dead! He said, and bent his back; with nimble bound Our eldest perish'd by the ravening cat, Leaps the light mouse, and clasps bis arms around, As near my court the prince unheedful sat. Then wondering floats, and sees with glad survey
Our next, an engine fraught with danger drew, The winding banks resembling ports at sea.
The portal gap'd, the bait was hung in view, But when aloft the curling water rides,
Dire arts assist the trap, the Fates decoy, And wets with azure wave his downy sides, And men unpitying kill'd my gallant boy! His thoughts grow conscious of approaching woe,
The last, his country's hope, his parent's pride, His idle tears with vain repentance flow,
Plung'd in the lake by Physignathus, dy'd; His locks he rends, his trembling feet he rears,
Rouse all to war, my friends! avenge the deed ; Thick beats his heart with unaccustom'd fears;
Aud bleed that monarch, and bis nation bleed.” He sighs, and, chill'd with danger, longs for shore: His words in every breast inspir'd alarms, His tail extended forms a fruitless oar,
And careful Mars supply'd their host with arms. Half drench'd in liquid death his prayers he spake, In verdant hulls despoil'd of all their beans, And thus bemoan'd him from the dreadful lake: The buskin'd warriors stalk'd along the plains: “ So pass'd Europa through the rapid sea,
Quills aptly bound their bracing corselet made, Trembling and sainting all the venturous way;
Fac'd with the plunder of a cat they Hay'd: With oary feet the bull triumphant rode,
The lamp's round boss affords them ample shield; And safe in Crete depos'd his lorely load.
Large shells of nuts their covering helmet yield; Ah, safe at last, may thus the frog support
And o'er the region, with reflected rays,
Dreadful in arms the marching mice appear; Lo! from the deep a water-bydra rose;
The wondering frogs perceive the tumult near, He rolls his sanguin'd eyes, his bosom heaves,
Forsake the waters, thickening form a ring, And darts with active rage along the waves.
And ask, and hearken, whence the noises spring. Confus'd the monarch sees his hissing foe,
When near the crowd, disclos'd to public view, And dives, to shun the sable fates below.
The valiant chief Embasichytros drew : Forgetful frog! the friend thy shoulders bore,
The sacred herald's sceptre grac'd bis hand, Unskill'd in swimming, floats remote from shore.
And thus bis word express'd his king's command: He grasps with fruitless hands to find relief,
“ Ye frogs! the mice, with vengeance fir'd, adSupinely falls, and grinds his teeth with grief;
vance, Plunging he sinks, and struggling mounts again, And deck'd in armour shake the shining lance: And sinks, and strives, but strives with Fate in | Their bapless prince by Physignathus slain, The weighty moisture clogs his hairy vest, (vain. Extends incumbent on the watery plain. And thus the prince his dying rage exprest:
Then arm your host, the doubtful battle try; "Northou, that fling'st me foundering from thy Lead forth those frogs that have the soul to die.” back,
(wrack, The chief retires, the crowd the challenge hear, As from hard rocks rebounds the shattering and proudly swelling yet perplex'd appear : Nor thou shalt 'scape thy due, perfitlious king!
Much they resent, yet much their monarch blame, Pursued by vengeance on the swiftest wing! Who, rising, spoke to clear his tainted fame : At land thy strength could never equal mine,
“O friends! I never forc'd the mouse to death,
This said, he sighing gasp'd, and gasping dy'd, To vengeance now by false appearance led,
They point their anger at my guiltless head, As on the flowery brink he pass’d the day, But wage the rising war by deep device, Bask'd in the beams, and loiter'd life away.
And turn its fury on the crafty mice. Loud shrieks the mouse, his shrieks the shores re Your king directs the way; my thoughts, elate The nibbling nation learn their hero's fate: (peat; With hopes of conquest, form designs of fate. Grief, dismal grief ensues ; deep murmurs sound, where high the banks their verdant surface heave, And shriller fury fills the deafen'd ground.
And the steep sides confine the sleeping wave, From lodge to lodge, the sacred heralds run, There, near the margin, clad in armour bright, To fix their council with the rising Sun;
Sustain the first impetuous shocks of fight : Where great Troxartas crown'd in glory reigns, Then, where the dancing feather joins the crest, And winds his lengthening court beneath the plains. Let each brave frog his obvious mouse arrest;
Each strongly grasping, headlong plunge a foe, Let heavenly blood (or what for blood may fox)
He spake no more, bis prudent scheme imparts So mov'd the blue-ey'd queen; her words perRedoubling ardour to the boldest hearts.
Great Jove assented, and the rest obey'd. (suade, Green was the suit his arming heroes chose, Around their legs the greaves of mallows close; Green were the beets about their shoulders laid, And green the colewort, which the target made.
BOOK III. Form'd of the vary'd shells the waters yield, Their glossy helmets glisten'd v'er the field: Now front to front the marching armies shine, And tapering sea-reeds for the polish'd spear, Halt ere they meet, and form the lengthening line: With upright order pierc'd the ambient air. The chiefs conspicuous seen and heard afar, Thus "dress'd for war, they take th' appointed Give the loud signal to the rushing war; (sound, height,
Their dreadful trumpets deep-mouth'd hornets Poise the long arms, and urge the promis'd fight. The sounding charge remurmurs o'er the ground,
where Jove's irradiate spires arise, Ev'n Jove proclaims a field of horrour nigh, With stars surrounded in etherial skies,
And rolls low thunder through the troubled sky. (A solemn council call’d) the brazen gates
First to the fight large Hypsiboas flew, Unbar; the gods assume their golden seats: And brave Lychenor with a javelin slew. The sire superior leans, and points to show The luckless warrior, fill'd with generous flame, What wondrous combats mortals wage below: Stood foremost glittering in the post of fame; How strong, how large, the numerous heroes stride, When, in his liver struck, the javelin hung, What length of lance they shake with warlike The mouse fell thundering, and the target rung; What eager fire their rapid march reveals! (pride! Prone to the ground, he sinks his closing eye, So the fierce Centaurs ravag'd o'er the dales; And soil'd in dust his lovely tresses lie. And so confirm'd, the daring Titans rose,
A spear at Pelion Troglodytes cast, Heap'd hills on hills, and hid the gods be foes. The missive spear within the bosom past;
This seen, the Power bis sacred visage rears, Death's sable shades the fainting frog surround, He casts a pitying smile on worldly cares, And life's red tide runs ebbing from the wound. And asks what heavenly guardians take the list, Embasichytros felt Scutlæus' dart Or who the mice, or who the frogs assist ? Transfix and quiver in his panting heart;
Then thus to Pallas: “ If my daughter's mind But great Artophagus areng'd the slain, Have join'd the mice, why stays she still behind? And big Scutlæus tumbling loads the plain, Drawn forth by savoury steams they wind their And Polyphonus dies, a frog renown'd And sure attendance round thine altar pay, (way, For boastful speech, and turbulence of sound; Where while the victims gratify their taste, Deep through the belly pierc'd, supine he lay, They sport to please the goddess of the feast.” And breath'd his soul against the face of day.
Thus spake the ruler of the spacious skies. The strong Lymnocharis, who view'd with ire But thus, resolv'd, the blue-ey'd maid replies : A victor triumph, and a friend expire; In vain, my father! all their dangers plead, With heaving arms a rocky fragment caught, To such thy Pallas never grants her aid.
And fiercely fung where Troglodytes fought My flowery wreaths they : etulantly spoil, (A warrior vers'd in arts, of sure retreat, And rob my crystal lamps of feeding oil.
But arts in vain elude impending fate); (Ills following ills!) but what afflicts me more, Full on his sinewy neck the fragment fell, My veil that idle race profanely tore.
And o'er his eye-lids clouds eternal dwell. 'The web was curious, wrought with art divine; Lychenor (second of the glorious name) Relentless wretches ! all the work was mine! Striding advanc'd, and tooh po wandering aim; Along the loom the purple warp 1 spread, Through all the frogs the shining javelin flies, Cast the light shoot, and crost the silver thread; And near the vanquish'd mouse the victor dies. In this their teeth a thousand breaches tear,
The dreadful stroke Ciambopbagus affrights, The thousand breaches skilful hands repair, Long bred to banquets, less inur'd to fights, For which, vile earthly duns thy daughter grieve Heedless he runs, and stumbles o'er the steep, (The gods, that use no coin, have none to give, And wildly foundering flashes up the deep; And learning's goddess never less can owe, Lychenor, following with a downward blow, Neglected learning gains no wealth below). Reach'd in the lake his unrecover'd foe; Nor let the frogs to win my succour sue,
Gasping he rolls, a purple stream of blood Those clamorous fools have lost my favour too, Distains the surface of the silver flood; (throng, For late, when all the conflict ceas'd at night, Through the wide wound the rushing entrails When my stretch'd sinews work'd with eager fight, And slow the breathless carcass floats along. When spent with glorious toil, I left the field, Lympisius good Tyroglyphus assails, And sunk for slumber on my swelling shield; Prince of the mice that haunt the flowery vales, Lo, from the deep, repelling sweet repose,
Lost to the milky fares and rural seat, With noisy croakings half the nation rose: He came to perish on the bank of fate. Devoid of rest, with aching brows I lay,
The dread Pternoglyphus demands the fight Till cocks proclaim'd the crimson dawn of day. Which tender Calaminthius shuns by flight, Let all, like me, from either host forbear,
Drops the green target, springing quits the foe, Nor tempt the flying furies of the spear;
Glides through the lake, and safely dives below.
But dire Pternophagus divides his way
And such his strength, the silver lakes around Through breaking ranks, and leads the dreadful Might roll their waters o'er un peopled ground, day.
But powerful Jove, who shows no less his grace No nibbling prince excell'd in fierceness more, To frogs that perish, than to human race, His parents fed him on the savage boar;
Felt soft compassion rising in his soul, But where his lance the field with blood'imbrued, And shook his sacred head, that shook the pole, Swift as he mov'd Hydrocharis pursued,
Then thus to all the gazing powers began Till fallen in death he lies, a shattering stone
The sire of gods, and frogs, and mice, and man: Sounds on the neck, and crushes all the bone. “ What seas of blood | view! what worlds of His blood pollutes the verdure of the plain, An Iliad rising from a day's campaign; (slain! And from his nostrils bursts the gushing brain. How fierce his javelin o'er the trembling lakes Lychopinax with Borborocates fights,
The black-furr'd hero Meridarpax shakes! A blameless frog, whom humbler life delights; Unless some favouring deity descend, The fatal javelin unrelenting fies,
Soon will the frogs loquaci' us empire end, And darkness seals the gentle croaker's eyes.
Let dreadful Pallas wing'd with pity fly, Incens'd Prassophagus, with spritely bound,
And make her pgis blaze before his eye:
While Mars refulgent on his rattling car,
When thus the glorious god of combats said: (Scarce he so great whose loss provok'd the war); • Nor Pallas, Jove ! though Pallas take the field, Swift to revenge bis fatal javelin fled,
With all the terrours of her hissing shield; And through the liver struck Pelusius dead; Nor Mars himself, thou.h Mars in a mour bright His freckled corpse before the victor fell,
Ascend bis car, and wheel amidst the fight; His soul indignant sought the shades of Hell. Nut these can drive the desperate mouse afar, This saw Pelobates, and from the flood
Or change the fortunes of the bleeding war. Heav'd with both hands a monstrous mass of mud; Let all go forth, all Heaven in arms arise, The cloud obscene o'er all the hero fies,
Or lanch thy own red thunder from the skies, Dishonours his brown face, and blots his eyes. Such ardent bolts as few that wondrous day, Enrag'd, and wildly sputtering, from the shore When beaps of Titans mix'd with mountains lay ; A stone, immense of size, the warrior bore, When all the giant race enorinous fell, A load for labouring Earth, whose bulk to raise, And huge Enceladus was hurl'd to Hell." Asks ten degenerate mice of modern days.
'Twas thus th' armnipotent advis'd the gods, Full on the leg arrives the crushing wound : When from his throne the cloud-compeller nods, The frog, supportless, writhes upon the ground. Deep-lengthening thunders run from pole to pole,
Thus flush'd, the victor wars with matchless Olympus treinbles as the thunders roil. Till loud Craugasides arrests his course. [force, Then swift he whirls the brandish'd bolt around, Hoarse croaking threats precede! with fatal speed And headlong darts it at the distant ground; Deep through the belly ran the pointed reed, The bolt discharg'd, inwrap'd with lihtning flies, Then, strongly tugg’d, return'd imbrued with gore, And rends its flaming passage through the skies; And on the pile his reeking entrails bore. Then earth's inbabitants, the nibblers, shake,
The lame Sitophagus, oppress'd with pain, And frogs, the dwellers in the waters, quake. Creeps from the desperate dangers of the plain; Yet still the mice advanc'd their dread design, And where the ditches rising weeds supply And the last danger thrrats the croaking line, 'To spread their lowly shades beneath the sky, Till Jove, that inly mourn’d the loss they bore, There lurks the silent mouse reliev'd from heat, With strange assistants fill'd the frighted shore. And, safe embower'd, avoids the chance of fate, Pour'd from the neighbouring strand, deform'd to
But here Troxartas, Physignathus there, They march, a sudden unexpected crew! [view, Whirl the dire furies of the pointed spear; Strong suits of armour round their bodies close, But where the foot around its ankle plies,
Which, like thick anvils, blunt the force of blows; Troxartas wounds, and Physignathus flies, In wheeling marches torn oblique they go; Halts to the pool, a safe retreat to find,
With harpy claws their limbs divide below; And trails a dangling length of leg bebind. Fell sbeers the passage to their mouth command; The mouse still ur es, still the frog retires, From out the Ash their bones by nature stand; And balf in anguish of the flight expires.
Broud spread their backs, their shining shoulders Then pious ardour young Pressæus brings
rise; Betwixt the fortunes of contending kings :
Unnumber'd joints distort their lengthen'd thighs; Lank harmless frog! with forces hardly grown,
With nervous cords their hands are firmly brac'd; He darts the reed in combat not his own,
Their round black eye-balls in their bosom plac'd; Which faintly tinkling on Troxartas' shield, On eight long feet the wondrous warriors tread; Hangs at the point, and drops upon the field. And either end alike supplies a head. Now nobly towering o'er the rest appears
These, mortal wits to call the crabs agree, A gallant prince that far transcends his years, The gods have other names for things than we. Pride of his sire, and glory of his house,
Now where the jointures from their lojos depend, And more a Mars in combat than a mouse: The heroes tail with severing grasps they rend. His action bold, robust his ample frame,
Here, sbort of feet, depriv'd the power to fly, And Meridarpax his resounding name.
There, without hands, upon the field they lie. The warrior, singled from the fighting croud, Wrench'd from their holds, and scatter'dall around, Boasts the dire honours of his arms aloud; The bended lances heap the cumber'd ground. Then strutting near the lake, with looks elate, Helpless amazement, fear pursuing fear, To all its nations threats approaching fate. And mad confusion, through their host appear :
O'er the wild waste with headlong flight they go, Should some rich youth (if Nature warm his heart,
Here clear the caves, there ope the leading rein;
How vast, how copious, are thy new designs! Was fought, and ceas'd, in one revolving sun. How every music varies in thy lines!
Still as I read, I feel my bosom beat,
Thus in the wood, when Summer dress'd the days,
When Windsor lent us tuneful hours of ease,
Our ears the lark, the thrush, the turtle blest; o praise, yet still with due respect to praise,
And Philomela, sweetest o'er the rest : A bard triumphant in immortal bays,
The shades resound with song~() softly tread! The learnid to show, the sensible commend,
While a whole season warbles round my head. Yet still preserve the province of the friend,
This to my friend and when a friend inspires, What life, what vigour, must the lines require ?
My silent harp its master's hand requires, What music tune them? what affection fire?
Shakesoffthe dust, and makes these rocks resound, O might thy genius in my bosom shine!
For Fortune plac'd me in unfertile ground; Thou should'st not fail of numbers worthy thine,
Far from the joys that with my soul agree, The brightest ancients might at once agree
From wit, from learning,-far, oh far from thee! To sing within my lays, and sing of thee. Horace himself would own thou dost excel
Here moss-grown trees expand the smallest leaf,
Here half an acre's corn is half a sheaf, In candid arts to play the critic well.
Here hills with naked beads the tenipest meet, Ovid himself might wish to sing the dame Whom Windsor Forest sees a gliding streain,
Rocks at their side, and torrents at their feet,
Or lazy lakes, unconscious of a flood, On silver feet, with annual osier crown'd,
Whose dull brown Naiads ever sleep in mud. She runs for ever through poetic ground.
Yet here Content can dwell, and learned Ease, How flame the glories of Belinda's hair,
A friend delight me, and an author please; Made by thy Muse the envy of the fair! Less shone the tresses Æsypt's princess wore,
Ev'n here 1 sing, while Pope supplies the theme,
Show my own love, though not increase his fame.
FIRST CANTO OF THE RAPE OF THE LOCK, The Graces stand in sight, a Satyr train
INTO LEONINE VERSE, Peep o'er their heads, and laugh behind the scene,
In Fame's fair temple, o'er the boldest wits AFTER THE MANNER OF THE ANCIENT MONKS. Inshrin'd on high the sacred Virgil sits, And sits in measures, such as Virgil's Muse Et nunc dilectum speculum, pro more retectum, To place thee near him might be fond to choose. Emicat in mensâ, quæ splendet pyxide densâ : How might he tune th'alternate reed with thee, Tum primum lympha, se purgat candida nympha; Perhaps a Strephon thou, a Daphnis he,
Jamque sine mendâ, cælestis imago videuda, While some old Damon, o'er the vulgar wise, Nnda caput, bellos retinet, regit, implet, ocellos. Thinks he deserves, and thou deserv'st the prize. Hâc stupet explorans, seu cultus numen adorans. Rapt with the thought, my fancy seeks the plains, Inferior claram Pythonissa apparet ad aram, And turns me shepherd while I hear the strains, Fertque tibi cautè, dicatque superbia! lautè, Indulgent nurse of every tender gale,
Dona venusta ; oris, quæ cunctis, plena laboris, Parent of flowerets, old Arcadia, hail!
Excerpta explorat, dominamque deamque decorate Here in the cool my limbs at ease I spread, Pyxide devotâ, se pandit hic India tota, Here let thy poplars whisper o'er my head, Et tota ex istâ travspira Arabia cista: Still slide thy waters soft among the trees; Testudo hic flectit, dum se mea Lesbia pectit; Thy aspins quiver in a breathing breeze,
Atque elephas lentè, te pectit Lesbia dente; Smile all thy valleys in eternal spring,
Hunc maculis noris, nivei jacet ille coloris, Be hush'd ye winds! while Pope and Virgil sing. Hic jacet et mundè, mundus muliebris abundè ;
In English lays, and all sublimely great, Spinula resplendens æris longo ordine pendens, Thy Homer warms with all his ancient heat, Pulvis suavis odore, et epistola suavis amore. He shines in council, thunders in the fight, In luit arma ergo, Veneris pulcherriina virgo; And Maines with every sense of great delight. Pulchrior in præsens tempus de tempore crescens; Long has that poet reign'd, and long unknown, Jam reparat risus, jam surgit gratiâ vi-ús, Like monarchs sparkling on a distant throne; Jam promit cultu, mirac!la latentia vultu. In all the majesty of Greece retird,
Pigmina jam miscet, quo plus sua purpura gliscet, Himself unknown, bis mighty name admir'd, Et geininans bellis splendet magè fulgor ocellis. His languagefailing, wrapp'd him round with night, Stant Lemures muti, Nympha intentique saluti, Thine, rais'd by thee, recalls the work to light, Hic figit zopain, capiti, locat ille coronam, So wealthy mines, that ages long before
Hæc manicis formam, plicis dat et altera norFed the large realms around with golden ore,
mam; When choak’d by sivking banks, no more appear, Et tibi vel Betty, tibi vel nitidissima Letty! And shepherds only say, The mines were here! Gloria factorum temerè conceditur horum.
OF PART OF THE
Now to grave books í bid the mind retreat,
And such as make me rather good than great,
Or o'er the works of easy fancy rove, Now early shepherds o’er the meadow pass, Where flutes and innocence amuse the grove: And print long footsteps in the glittering grass; The native bard, that on Sicilian plains The cows neglectful of their pasture stand, First sung the lowly manners of the swains; By turns obsequious to the milker's band. Or Maro's Muse, that in the fairest light
When Damon softly trod the shaven lawn, Paints rural prospects and the charms of sight; Damon a youth from city cares withdrawn; These soft amusements bring Content along, Long was the pleasing walk he wander'd through, And fancy, void of sorrow, turns to song. A cover'd arbour clos'd the distant view;
Here, beauteous Health, for all the year remain; There rests the youth, and, while the feather'd When the next comes, I'll charta thee thus again."
When in the river cows for coolness stand, Ah! tasteless all, if not enjoy'd with thee. And sheep for breezes seek the lofty land,
“ Joy to my soul! I feel the goddess nigh, A youth, whom Æsop taught that every tree, The face of Nature cheers as well as I;
Each bird and insect, spoke as well as he; O'er the fat green refreshing breezes run,
Walk'd calınly musing in a shady way, The smiling daisies blow beneath the Sun, Where flowering hawthorns broke the sunny ray, The brooks run puriing down with silver waves, And thus instructs his moral pen to draw The planted lanes rejoice with dancing leaves, A scene that obvious in the field he saw. The chirping birds from all the compass rove
Near a low ditch, where shallow waters meet, To tempt the tuneful echoes of the grove:
Which never learn’d to glide with liquid feet; High sunny summits, deeply shaded dales, Whose Naiads never prattle as they play, Thick mossy banks, and flowery winding vales, But screen'd with hedges slumber out the day. With various prospect gratify the sight,
There stands a slender fern's aspiring shade, And scatter fix'd attention in delight. [fice, Whose answering branches regularly laid
“ Come, country goddess, come; nor thou suf Put forth their answering boughs, and proudly rise But bring thy mountain-sister, Exercise. Three stories upward, in the nether skies. Calld by thy lovely voice, she turps her pace, For shelter here, to shun the noon-day heat, Her winding born proclaims the finish'd chase ; An airy nation of the flies retreat; Sbe mounts the rocks, she skins the level plain, Some in soft airs their silken pinions ply, Dogs, hawks, and horses, crowd her early train. And some from bough to bough delighted is, Her hardy face repels the tanning wind,
Some rise, and circling light to perch again;' And lines and meshes loosely float behind. A pleasing murinur hums along the plain. All these as means of toil the feeble see, So, when a stage invites to pageant shows, But these are helps to pleasure join'd with thee. (If great and small are like) appear the beaux;
* Let Sloth lie softening till higli noon in down, In boxes some with spruce pretension sit, Or lolling fan her in the sultry town,
Some change from seat to seat within the pit, Uonerv'd with rest; and turn her own disease, Some roam the scenes, or turning cease to roam; Or foster others in luxurious ease:
Preluding music fills the lofty dome. I mount the courser, call the deep-mouth'd hounds, When thus a fly (if what a fly can say The fox uukennell flies to covert grounds; Deserves attention) rais'd the rural lay. I lead where stags through tangled thickets tread, “Where late Ainintor made a nymph a bride, And-hake the saplings with their brauching bead; Joyful I flew by young Favonia's side, I make the faulcons wing their airy, way, Who, mindless of the feasting, went to sip And soar to seize, or stooping strike their prey; The balmy pleasure of the shepherd's lip, To snare the fish, I fix the luring bait;
I saw the wanton, where I stoop'd to sup, To wound the fowl, I load the gun with fate. And half resolv'd to drown me in a cup; 'Tis thus through change of exercise I range, Till, brush'd by careless hands, she soar'd above : And strength and pleasure rise from every change. Cease, beauty, cease to vex a tender love."
Here, beauteous Health, for all the year remain; Thus ends the youth, the buzzing meadow rung,
When the next comes, l'll charm thee thus And thus the rival of his music sung. Oh come, thou goddess of my rural song, (again. “When suns by thousands shone on rbs of dew, And bring thy daughter, calm Content along, I wafted soft with Zephyretta flew; Dame of the ruddy cheek and laughing eye, Saw the clean pail, and sought the milky cheer, From whose bright presence clouds of sorrow fly: While little Daphne seiz'd my roving dear. For her I mow my walks, I plant my bowers, Wretch that I was! I might have warn'd the dame, Clip my low bedges, and support my flowers; Yet sate indulging as the danger came. To welcome her, this summer-seat I drest, But the kind huntress left her free to soar : And here I curt her when she comes to rest ; Ah! guard, ye lovers, guard a mistress more.” When she froin exercise to learned ease
Thus from the fern, whose high projecting arms Shall change again, and teach the change to please. The fiveting nation bent with dusky swarins,
Now friends conversing my soft hours refine, The swains their love in easy music breathe, And Tully's Tusculum revives in mine:
When tongues and tumult stun the field beneath: