THYR. With heapy fires our chearful hearth is crown'd; And firs for torches in the woods abound: We fear not more the winds, and wintry cold, Than streams the banks, or wolves the bleating fold. COR. Our woods with juniper and chefnuts crown'd, With falling fruits and berries paint the ground; And lavish Nature laughs, and ftrows her ftores around. But if Alexis from our mountains fly, Ev'n running rivers leave their channels dry. 75 70 80 } THYR. Parch'd are the plains, and frying is the field, Nor withering vines their juicy vintage yield. But if returning Phyllis bless the plain, The grafs revives; the woods are green again; And Jove defcends in fhowers of kindly rain. COR. The poplar is by great Alcides worn ; The brows of Phoebus his own bays adorn; The branching vine the jolly Bacchus loves; The Cyprian queen delights in myrtle groves. With hazle Phyllis crowns her flowing hair; And while fhe loves that common wreath to wear, Nor bays, nor myrtle boughs, with hazle shall com THYR. The towering afh is fairest in the woods; In gardens pines, and poplars by the floods : But if my Lycidas will ease my pains, And often vifit our forfaken plains, 85 Το To him the towering afh fhall yield in woods; MEL. These rhymes I did to memory commend, 95 100 THE THE EIGHTH PASTORAL. O R, PHARMACEUTRI A. THE ARGUMENT. This Paftoral contains the fongs of Damon and Alphefibous. The firft of them bewails the lofs of his mistress, and repines at the success of his rival Mopfus. The other repeats the charms of fome Enchantrefs, who endeavoured, by her spells and magic, to make Daphnis in love with her. THE mournful Mufe of two defpairing fwains, To which the favage lynxes liftening stood, The rivers flood on heaps, and stopp'd the running flood: The hungry herd their needful food refuse ; Of two defpairing fwains I fing the mournful Mufe. Great Pollio, thou for whom thy Rome prepares The ready triumph of thy finish'd wars, 5 Whether Whether Timavus or th' Illyrian coast, Thine was my earliest Muse; my latest shall be thine. Star of the morning, why doft thou delay ? Yet fhall my dying breath to heaven complain. Begin with me, my flute, the fweet Mænalian ftrain. The pines of Mænalus, the vocal grove, Are ever full of verfe, and full of love: 30 They hear the hinds, they hear their God complain; Begin with me, my flute, the fweet Manalian ftrain. 35 25 Mopfus Mopfus triumphs; he weds the willing fair: When fuch is Nifa's choice, what lover can despair! Now griffons join with mares; another age 40 Shall fee the hound and hind their thirst affwage I view'd thee firft, how fatal was the view! dew. Then scarce the bending branches I could win, I faw, I perifh'd; yet indulg'd my pain: 55 Begin with me, my flute, the fweet Mænalian strain. I know thee, love; in defarts thou wert bred; And at the dugs of favage tigers fed: Alien of birth, ufurper of the plains: 60 Begin with me, my flute, the sweet Mænalian strains. Re |