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"Though never grass should cloath the naked ground, "Nor ever healing plant or wholfome herb be found. "None, none were found when I bewail'd their want; "Nor wholfome herb was found, nor healing plant, "To ease Amyntas of his cruel pains,
In vain I fearch'd the valleys, hills and plains; But wither'd leaves alone appear'd to view, "Or poisonous weeds diftilling deadly dew. "And if fome naked stalk, not quite decay'd, "To yield a fresh and friendly bud essay'd, "Soon as I reach'd to crop the tender shoot, "A fhrieking mandrake kill'd it at the root. "Witness to this, ye fawns of every wood, "Who at the prodigy astonish'd stood. "Well I remember what fad figns ye made, "What showers of unavailing tears ye fhed; "How each ran fearful to his moffy cave, "When the laft gafp the dear Amyntas gave. "For then the air was fill'd with dreadful cries, "And fudden night o'erspread the darken'd skies; "Phantoms, and fiends, and wandering fires appear'd, "And screams of ill-prefaging birds were heard. "The foreft fhook, and flinty rocks were cleft, "And frighted streams their wonted channels left; "With frantic grief o'erflowing fruitful ground, "Where many a herd and harmless fwain was drown'd; "While I forlorn and defolate was left, "Of every help, of every hope bereft ; "To every element expos'd I lay,
"And to my griefs a more defenceless prey.
"For thee, Amyntas, all these pains were borne, "For thee these hands were wrung, these hairs were torn; "For thee my foul to figh fhall never leave,
"These eyes to weep, this throbbing heart to heave. "To mourn thy fall, I'll fly the hated light, "And hide my head in fhades of endless night a "For thou wert light, and life, and health to me; "The fun but thanklefs fhines that fhews not thee. "Wert thou not lovely, graceful, good, and young 2 "The joy of fight, the talk of every tongue? "Did ever branch fo fweet a blossom bear? "Or ever early fruit appear so fair ? "Did ever youth fo far his years tranfcend? "Did ever life fo immaturely end? "For thee the tuneful fwains provided lays, "And every Mufe prepar'd thy future praise. "For thee the busy nymph stripp'd every grove, "And myrtle wreaths and flowery chaplets wove. "But now, ah difmal change! the tuneful throng "To loud lamentings turn the chearful fong. "Their pleafing task the weeping virgins leave, "And with unfinish'd garlands ftrew thy grave. “There let me fall, there, there lamenting lie, "There grieving grow to earth, despair, and die.” This faid, her loud complaint of force the ceas'd, Excefs of grief her faultering fpeech fupprefs'd. Along the ground her colder limbs she laid, Where late the grave was for Amyntas made; Then from her fwimming eyes began to pour Of foftly-falling rain a filver fhower; H
Her loosely-flowing hair, all radiant bright,
And now the winds, which had fo long been still,
Nothing but groans and fighs were heard around,
Of grief was made, as from fome fecret caufe.
And now the turf, which late was naked feen,
Thick as the pearly drops the fair had shed,
And thence their sweetness came, and thence their mournful hue.
Remember this, ye nymphs and gentle maids,
Το crop the stalks and take them softly up.
When in your fnowy necks their fweets you wear,
To lov'd Amyntas pay the tribute due,
And blefs his peaceful grave, where first they grew.
WEEPING, AND NOT SPEAKING.
EL E G Y.
WHY are thofe hours, which Heaven in pity lent
To longing love, in fruitless forrow spent ?
Divide thy woes, and give me my sad part.
When round my neck your willing arms did twine,