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So kids and whelps their sires and dams express : Now let me graft my pears, and prune the vine ;And so the great I ineasurd by the less.
The fruit is theirs, the labour only mine. But country towns, compar'd with her, appear Farewel my pastures, my paternal stock; Like slirubs when lofty cypresses are near.
My fruitful fields, and my more fruitful Rock! MEL. What great occasion call’d you hence to No more, my goats, shall I behold you climb Rome!
(slow to come : The steepy cliffs, or crop the flowery thyme ! Tir. Freedom, which came at length, though No more extended in the grot below, Nor did my search of liberty begin,
Shall see you browsing on the mountain's brow Till my black hairs were chang'd upon my chin. The prickly shrubs ; and after, on the bare, Nor Amaryllis would vouchsafe a look,
Lean down the deep abyss, and hang in air. Till Galatea's meaner bonds I broke.
No more my sheep shall sip the morning dew; Till then a helpless, hopeless, homely swain, No more my song shall please the rural crew: I sought not freedom, nor aspir'd to gain : Adieu, my tuneful pipe ! and all the world adieu ! Though many a victim from my folds was bought, tir. This night, at least, with me forget your care; And many a cheese to country markets brought, Chesnuts and curds and cream shall be your fare: Yet all the little that I got, I spent,
The carpet-ground shall be with leaves o'erspread; And still return'd as empty as I went. (mour; And boughs shall weave a covering for your head.
MCL. We stood annaz'd to see your mistress For see yon sunny bill the shade extends :
THE SECOND PASTORAL ;
person of Alexis, but are all of opinion that My grounds to be restor'd, my former flocks to feed.
soine beautiful youth is meant by him, to whom MEL. O fortunate old man whose farm remains For you sufficient, and requites your pains.
Virgil here makes love in Corydon's language
and simplicity. His way of courtship is wholly Though rushes overspread the neighbouring plains, Though here the marshy grounds approach your
pastoral : he complains of the boy's coyness;
recommends himself for his beauty and skill in And there the soil a stony harvest yields, [fields,
piping; invites the youth into the country, Your teaming ewes shall no strange meadows try, Nor fear a rot from tainted company.
where he promises him the diversions of the
place, with a suitable present of nuts and apo Behold yon bordering fence of sallow trees (bees :
ples : but when he finds nothing will prevail, he Is fraught with flowers, the flowers are fraught with
resolves to quit his troublesome armour, and The busy bees with a soft murmuring strain
betake himself again to his former business. Invite to gentle sleep the labouring swain. While from the neighbouring rock, with rural songs The pruner's voice the pleasing dream prolongs; Stockdoves and turtles tell their amorous pain,
Young Corydon, th' unhappy shepherd swain, And, from the lofty elms, of love complain. The fair Alexis lov’d, but lov'd in vain : TIT. Th’ inhabitants of seas and skies, shall And underneath the beechen shade, alone, change,
Thus to the woods and mountains made his moan And fish on shore, and stags in air shall range, “ Is this, unkind Alexis, my reward, The banish'd Parthian dwell on Arar's brink, And must I die unpitied, and unbeard? And the blue German shall the 'Tigris drink : Now the green lizard in the grove is laid, Tre I, forsaking gratitude and truth,
The sheep enjoy the coolness of the shade; Forget the figure of that godlike youth. [known, And Thestylis wild thyme and garlic beats
MEL. ' But we must beg our bread in climes un- For harvest hinds, o'erspent with toil and heats: Beneath the scorching or the freezing zone. While in the scorching Sun I trace in vain and some to far Oaxis shall be solu;
Thy flying footsteps o'er the burning plain, Or try the Libyan heat, or Scythian cold. The creaking locusts with my voice conspire, The rest among the Britons be confin'd;
They fry with heat, and I with fierce desire. A race of men from all the world disjoin'd. How much more easy was it to sustaia O must the wretched exiles ever mourn,
Proud Amaryllis and her haughty reign, Nor after length of rolling years return?
The scorns of young Menalcas, once my care, Are we condemn'd by fate's unjust decree, Though he was black, and thou art hearenly fair. No more our houses and our homes to see? Trust not too much to that enchanting face ; Or shall we mount again the rural throne,
Beauty's a charm, but soon the charm will pass : And rule the country kingdoms, once our own! White lilies lie neglected on the plain, Did we for these barbarians plant and sow,
While dusky hyacinths for use remain. On these, on tbese, our happy fields bestow? [flow! My passion is thy scorn : nor wilt thou know Good Heaven, what dire effects from civil discord! What wealth I have, what gifts I can bestow :
What stores my dairies and my folds contain ;. See from afar the fields no longer smoke,
Bring, as in triumph, back the crooked plough ; And all the summer overflows the pails :
The shadows lengthen as the Sun goes low. Amphion sung not sweeter to his herd,
Cool breezes now the raging heats remove; When summon'd stones the Theban turrets rear'd. Ah, cruel Heaven! that made no cure for love ! Nor am I so deform'd; for late I stood
I wish for balmy sleep, but wish in vain: l'pon the margin of the briny flood :
Love has no bounds in pleasure, or in pain. The winds were still, and if the glass be true, What frenzy, shepherd, has thy soul possess'd, With Daphnis I may vie, though judg'd by you. Thy vineyard lies half prun'd, and half undress'd. O leave the noisy town, O) come and see
Quench, Corydon, thy long unanswer'd fire :
THE THIRD PASTORAL;
DAMÆTAS and Menalcas, after some smart strokes For much he grudg'd the praise, but more the gift. of country raillery, resolve to try who has the Besides two kids that in the valley stray'd,
most skill at a song, and accordingly make I found by chance, and to my fold convey'd. their neighbour Palæmon judge of their perd They drain two bagging udders every day;
formances: who, after a full hearing of both And these shall be companions of thy play.
parties, declares himself unfit for the decision Both fleck'd with white, the true Arcadian strain, of so weighty a controversy, and leaves the vicWhich Thestylis had often begg'd in vain :
MENALCAS, DAMÆTAS, PALÆMON.
Ho, swain, what shepherd owns those ragged sheep?
Wbile he Neæra courts, but courts in vain, Pansies to please the sight, and cassia sweet to
And fears that I the dainsel shall obtain And set soft hyacinths with iron-blue, (smell; Thou, varlet, dost thy master's gaius devour: To shade marsh marigolds of shining hue.
Thou milk'st his ewes, and often twice an hour; Some bound in order, others loosely strow'd,
Of grass and fodder thou defraud'st the dams; To dress thy bower, and trim thy new abode. And of their mother's dugs, the starving lambs. Myself will search our planted grounds at home, DAM. Good words, young catamite, at least to For downy peaches and the glossy plum :
men : And thrash the chesnuts in the neighbouring grove, We know who did your business, how, and when. Such as my Amaryllis us'd to love.
And in what chapel too you play'd your prize; The lagrel and the myrtle sweets agree;
And what the goats observ'd with leering eyes : And both in nosegays shall be bound for thee. The nymphs were kind, and laugh'd, and there Ab, Corydon, ah poor unhappy swain,
your safety lies. Alexis will thy homely gifts disdain :
mer. Yes, when I cropt the hedges of the leys; Nor, should'st thou offer all thy little store,
Cut Micon's tender vines, and stole the stays. Will rich lolus yield, but offer more.
DAM. Or rather, when beneath yon ancient oak, What have I done to name that wealthy swain, The bow of Daphnis, and the shafts So powerful are his presents, mine so mean!
When the fair boy receiv'd the gift of right; The boar amidst my crystal streams I bring;
And, but for mischief, you had dy'd for spite. And southern winds to blast my flowery spring.
men. What nonsense would the fool, thy master, Ah cruel creature, whom dost thou despise ?
prate, The gods to live in woods have left the skies. When thou, his knave, canst talk at such a rate! And godlike Paris in th’ Idean grove,
Did I not see you, rascal, did I not? To Priam's wealth preferr'd Enone's love. When you lay snug to snap young Damon's goat? In cities which she built, let Pallas reign;
His mongrel bark’d, I ran to his relief, Towers are for gods, but forests for the swain. And cry'd, “ There, there he goes, stop, stop the The greedy lioness the wolf pursues,
Discover'd, and defeated of your prey, (thief!" The wolf the kid, the wanton kid the browse : You skulk'd behind the fence, and sneak'd away. Alexis, thou art chas'd by Corydon;
DAM. An honest man may freely take his own; All follow several games, and each his own. The goat was mine, by singing fairly won.
you broke :
A solemn match was made; he lost the prize. DAM. My Phyllis me with pelted apples plies, Ask Damon, ask if he the deht denies ;
Then tripping to the woods the wanton hies : I think he dares not; if he does, he lies.
And wishes to be seen, before she tries. MEN. Thou sing with him, thou booby! never MEN. But fair Amyntas comes unask'd to me, pipe
And ofiers love; and sits upon my knee; Was so prophan'd to touch that blubber'd lip: Not Delia to my dogs is known so well as he. Dunce at the best; in streets but scarce allow'd DAM. To the dear mistress of my lovesick mind, To tickle, on thy straw, the stupid crowd. Her swain a pretty present has design'd :
DAM. To bring it to the trial, will you dare I saw two stockdovr. billing, and ere long Our pipes, our skill, our voices, to compare? Will take the nest, and hers shall be the young. My brinded heifer to the stake I lay;
MEN. Ten ruddy wildings in the wood I tound, Two thriving calves she suckles twice a day : And stood on tiptoes, reaching from the ground; And twice besides her beastings never fail
I sent Amyntas all my present store; To store the dairy with a brimming pail.
And will, to morrow, send as many more. Now back your singing with an equal stake.
DAM. The lovely maid lay panting in my arms; MEN. That should be seen, if I had one to make. And all she said and did was full of charms. You know too well I feed my father's Hock: Winds, on your wings to Heaven her accents bear! What can I wager from the common stock ? Such words as Heaven alone is fit to hear. A stepdame too I have, a cursed she,
MEN. Ah! what avails it me, my love's delight, Who rules my henpecked sire, and orders me. To call you mine, when absent from my sight! Both number twice a day the milky dams,
I hold the nets, while you pursue the prey ; At once she takes the tale of all the lambs.
And must not share the dangers of the day. But since you will be mad, and since you may DAM. I keep my birth-day: send my Phillis Suspect my courage, if I should not lay,
home; The pawa I profier shall be full as good :
At shearing-time, Iolas, you may come. Two bowls I have, well turu’d, of beechen wood; Men, With Phyllis I am more in grace than you: Both by divine Alcimedon were made;
Her sorrow did my parting steps pursue: To neither of them yet the lip is laid;
" Adieu, my dear," she said, “ a long adieu ! The ivy's stem, its fruit, its foliage, lurk
DAM. The nightly wolf is baneful to the fold, In various shapes around the curious work. Storms to the wheat, to buds the bitter cold; Two figures on the sides emboss'd appear;
But from my frowning fair, more ills I find Conon, and, what's his name who made the sphere, Than from the wolves, and storms, and winterAnd show'd the seasons of the sliding year,
[plain, Instructed in his trade the labouring swain,
MEN. The kids with pleasure browse the bushy And when to reap, and when to sow the grain ? The showers are grateful to the swelling grain : DAM. And I have two, to match your pair, at To teeming ewes the sallow's tender tree; home;
But more than all the world my love to me. The wood the same, from the same hand they come: DAM. Pollio my rural verse vouchsafes to read: The kimbo handles seem with bearsfoot carv'd; A heifer, Muses, for your patron, breed. And never yet to table have been servd:
MEX. My Pollio writes himself; a bull he bred Where Orpheus on his lyre laments his love, With spurning heels, and with a butting head. With beasts encompass'd, and a dancing grove: DAM. Who Pollio loves, and who his Muse adBut these, nor all the proffers you can make,
inires, Are worth the heifer which I set to stake.
Let Pollio's fortune crown his full desires. MEN. No more delays, vain boaster, but begin: Let myrrh instead of thorn bis fences fill; I prophesy beforehand I shall win.
And showers of honey from his oaks distil. Palæmon shall be judge how ill you rhyme:
MEN. Who hates not living Bavius, let him be I'll teach you how to brag another time.
(Dead Mævius) damn'd to love thy works and thee: DAM. Rhymer, come on, and do the worst you The same ill taste of sense would serve to join I fear not you, nor yet a better man. [can: Dog-foxes in the yoke, and shear the swine. With silence, neighbour, and attention wait : DAM. Ye boys, who pluck the flowers, and spoil For 'tis a business of a high debate.
the sprins, PAL. Sing then ; the shade afords a proper place; Beware the secret snake that shoots a sting. The trees are cloth'd with leaves, the fields with MEN. Graze not too near the banks, my jolly grass ;
sheep, The blossoms blow; the birds on bushes sing; The ground is false, the running streams are deep: And nature has accomplish'd all the spring. See, they have caught the father of the flock, The challenge to Damætas shall belong.
Who dries his fleece upon the neighbouring rock. Menalcas shall sustain his under-song:
DAM. From rivers drive the kids, and sling your Each in his turn your tuneful numbers bring; By turns the tuneful Muses love to sing.
Anon I'll wash them in the shallow brook. DAM. From the great father of the gods above MEN. To fold, my flock; when milk is dry'd with My Muse begins; for all is full of Jove;
In vain the milkmaid tugs an empty teat [heat, To Jove the care of Heaven and Earth belongs ; DAM. How lank my bulls from plenteous pasture My flocks he blesses, and he loves my songs.
come! MEN. Me Phoebus loves; for he my Muse in- But love, that drains the herd, destroys the groom. spires;
Men. My flocks are free from love; yet look so And in her songs, the warmth he gave, requires. Their bones are barely cover'd with their skin. [thin, For him the god of shepherds and their sheep, What magic has bewitch'd the woolly dams, My blushing hyacinths and my bays I keep. And what ill eyes beheld the tender lambs?
DAM. Say, where the round of Heaven, which all | The knotted paks shall showers of honey weep, contains,
And through the inatted grass the liquid gold shall To three short ells on Earth our sight restrains:
creep. . Tell that, and rise a Phæbus for thy pains. Yet of old fraud some footsteps shall remain, MEN. Nay, tell me first, in wbat new region The merchant still shall plough the deep for gain : springs
Great cities shall withi walls be compass'd round; A lower that bears inserib'd the names of kings : nd sharpen'd shares shall vex the fruitful ground, And thou shalt gain a present as divine
Another Typhis shall new seas explore, As Phæbas' self: for Phyllis shall be thine. Another Argos land the chiefs upon th’ Iberian PAL. So nice a difference in your singing lies,
Another Helen other wars create,
[shore. That both have won, or both de-ery'd, the prize. And great Achilles urge the Trojan fate. Rest equal happy both; and all who prove
But when to ripen'd manhood he shall grow, The bitter sweets and pleasing pains of love.
The greedy sailor shall the seas forego; Now dam the ditches, and the floods restrain :
No keel shall cut the waves for foreign ware;
The labouring hind his oxen shall disjoin,
Nor wool shall in dissembled colours shine;
With native purple, or unborrow d gold,
Beneath his pompous fleece shall prouilly sweat ;
Shall bless the sacred clue, and bid it smoothly run.
Mature in years, to ready honours inove, The poet celebrates the birth-day of Salonius, the
O of celestial sced ! ( foster-son of Jove! son of Pollio, born in the consulship of his father, See, labouring Nature calls thee to sustain after the taking of Salonx, a city in Dalmatia. The nodding frame of heaven, and carth, and main; Many of the verses are translated from one of the See, to their base restor’d, earth, seas, and air, Sibyls, who prophesied of our Saviour's birth.
And joyful ages from behind, in crowding ranks appear,
(long, To sing thy praise, would Heaven my breath pro
Infusing spirits worthy such a song; Sicilian Muse, begin a loftier strain !
Not Thracian Orpheus should transcend my lays, Though lowly shrubs and trees, that shadle the plain, Nor Linus, crown'd with never-fading bays; Delight not all; Sicilian Muse, prepare
Though each his heavenly parent should inspire ; To make the vocal woods deserve a consul's care. The Muse instruct the voice, and Phæbus tune the The last great age, foretold by sacred rhymes,
lyre. Rinews its finish'd course; Saturnian times
Should Pan contend in verse, and thou my theme, Roll round again, and mighty years, begun Arcadian judges should their god condemn. From their first orb, in radiant circles run.
Begin, auspicious boy, to cast about Tout ; The base degenerate iron offspring ends;
Thy infant eyes, and, with a smile, thy mother single A golden progeny from Heaven descends :
Thy mother well deserves that short delight, O chaste Lucina, speed the mother's pains; The nauseous qualms of ten long months and travail And haste the glorious birth: thy own Apollo reigns ! to requite. The lovely boy, with his auspicious face!
Then smile; the frowning infant's doom is read, Shall Pollio's consulship and triumph grace; No god shall crown the board, nor goddess bless the Majestic months set out with him to their appoint
TIIE FIFTH PASTORAL;
Mopsus and Menalcas, two very expert shepherds The goats, with strutting dugs, shall homeward at a song, begin one by consent to the memory speed,
of Daphnis; who is supposed, by the best critics, And lowing herds secure from lions feed.
to represent Julius Cæsar. Mopsus laments his His cradle shall with rising flowers be crown'd; death, Menalcas proclaims his divinity: the The serpent's brood shall die : the sacred ground whole eclogue consisting of an elegy and an Shall weeds and poisonous plants refuse to bear, apotheosis. Each common bush shall Syrian roses wear. Bat when heroic verse his youth shall raise, And form it to hereditary praise ; Colabour'd harvests shall the fields adorn,
Since on the downs our focks together feed, And cluster'd grapes shall blush on erery thorne And since my voice can match your tuneful reed,