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“Though never grass should cloath the naked ground, “ Nor ever healing plant or wholsome herb be found. “ None, none were found when I bewail'd their want; “ Nor wholsome herb was found, nor healing plant, “ To ease Amyntas of his cruel pains, * In vain I search'd the valleys, hills and plains ; “ But wither'd leaves alone appear’d to view, “ Or poisonous weeds distilling deadly dew. “ And if some 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 shrieking 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 signs ye made, “ What showers of unavailing tears ye shed; « How each ran fearful to his mossy cave, • When the last gasp the dear Amyntas gave. “ For then the air was fill'd with dreadful cries, “ And sudden night o'erspread the darken’d skies ; “ Phantoms, and fiends, and wandering fires appear’d, “ And screams of ill-presaging birds were heard. “ The forest shook, and finty rocks were cleft, “ And frighted streams their wonted channels left ; 6. With frantic grief o'erflowing fruitful ground, “ Where many a herd and harmless fivain was drown'd; 6. While I forlorn and defolate was left, “ Of every help, of every hope bereft ; • To every element expos'd ! 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 soul to figh shall never leave,
eyes weep, this throbbing heart to heave. “ To mourn thy fall, I'll fy the hated light, “ And hide my head in shades of endless night : “ For thou wert light, and life, and health to me; 6. The fun but thankless shines that thews not thee. “ Wert thou not lovely, graceful, good, and young a “ The joy of fight, the talk of every tongue? “ Did ever branch so sweet a blossom bear “ Or ever early fruit appear so fair? “ Did ever youth fo far his years transcend ? “ Did ever life so immaturely end ? “ For thce the tuneful fwains provided lays, “ And every Muse prepar'd thy future praise. " For thee the busy nymph stripp'd every grove, “ And myrtle wreaths and flowery chaplets wove. “ But now, ah dismal change ! the tuneful throng “ To loud lamentings turn the chearful song, “ Their pleasing task the weeping virgins leave, “ And with unfinith'd garlands strew 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,
Her loosely-flowing hair, all radiant bright,
And now the winds, which had so long been still,
groans and fighs were heard around, And Echo multiplied each mournful sound.
When all at once an universal pause
And now the turf, which late was naked seen,
Thick as the pearly drops the fair had shed,
ye seek in gloomy shades ;
WHY are those hours, which Heaven in pity lent
To longing love, in fruitless forrow spent ?
Divide thy woes, and give me my sad
relief: All Love's feverest
I can endure :
I have been forc'd to prove,
cold scorn and frowns forbid the fire ; Now when a mutual flame you have reveal'd, And the dear union of our fouls is fealid,