PASTORAL VIII. OR, PHARMACEUTRIA. ARGUMENT. This pastoral contains the songs of Damon and Alphesibæns. The first of them bewails the loss of his mistress, and repines at the success of his rival Mopsus. The other repeats the charms of some enchantress, who endeavoured by her spells and magic to make Daphuis in love with her. THE mournful muse of two despairing swains, flood; The hungry herd their needful food refuse- The world another Sophocles in thee, Thine was my earliest muse; my latest shall be thine. Scarce from the world the shades of night withdrew, Scarce were the flocks refresh'd with morning dew, Yet shall my dying breath to heaven complain. The pines of Mænalus, the vocal grove, Begin with me, my flute, the sweet Mænalian strain. 'Mopsus triumphs; he weds the willing fair. When such is Nisa's choice, what lover can despair? Now griffons join with mares; another age Shall see the hound and hind their thirst assuage, Promiscuous at the spring. Prepare the lights, O Mopsus! and perform the bridal rites. Scatter thy nuts among the scrambling boys: Thine is the night, and thine the nuptial joys. For thee the sun declines: O happy swain! Begin with me, my flute, the sweet Manalian strain. 'O Nisa! justly to thy choice condemn'd! Whom hast thou taken, whom hast thou contemn'd? For him, thou hast refus'd my browzing herd, Scorn'd my thick eye-brows and my shaggy beard. Unhappy Damon sighs and sings in vain, While Nisa thinks no god regards a lover's pain. strain. 'I view'd thee first (how fatal was the view!), And led thee where the ruddy wildings grew, High on the planted hedge, and wet with morning dew. Then scarce the bending branches I could win ; Alien of birth, usurper of the plains! Begin with me, my flute, the sweet Manalian strains. 'Relentless Love the cruel mother led The blood of her unhappy babes to shed: Alien of birth, usurper of the plains! Begin with me, my flute, the sweet Mænalian strains. And hooting owls contend with swans in skill; Or, oh! let Nature cease, and Chaos reign! 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: Make fat with frankincense the sacred fires, To re-inflame my Daphnis with desires. "Tis done: we want but verse.-Restore, my charms, My lingering Daphnis to my longing arms. 'Pale Phoebe, drawn by verse, from heaven descends: And Circe chang'd with charms Ulysses' friends. Three woollen fillets, of three colours join'd; 'Knit with three knots the fillets: knit them strait Then say, These knots to love I consecrate.' 6 Haste, Amaryllis, haste !-Restore, my charms, 'As fire this figure hardens, made of clay, And this of wax with fire consumes away: Such let the soul of cruel Daphnis beHard to the rest of women, soft to me. Crumble the sacred mole of salt and corn: Next in the fire the bays with brimstone burn; And, while it crackles in the sulphur, say, 'This I for Daphnis burn; thus Daphnis burn away! This laurel is his fate.'-Restore, my charms, My lovely Daphnis to my longing arms. As when the raging heifer, through the grove, Stung with desire, pursues her wandering love; Faint at the last, she seeks the weedy pools, To quench her thirst, and on the rushes rolls, Careless of night, unmindful to return; Such fruitless fires perfidious Daphnis burn, While I so scorn his love;-Restore, my charms, My lingering Daphnis to my longing arms. These garments once were his, and left to me, The pledges of his promis'd loyalty, Which underneath my threshold I bestow. These pawns,O sacred earth! to me my Daphnis owe, As these were his, so mine is he.—My charms, Restore their lingering lord to my deluded arms. These poisonous plants, for magic use design'd (The noblest and the best of all the baneful kind), Old Moris brought me from the Pontic strand, And cull'd the mischief of a bounteous land. Smear'd with these powerful juices, on the plain, He howls a wolf among the hungry train; And oft the mighty necromancer boasts, With these to call from tombs the stalking ghosts, |