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Some call'd the evils, which Diana wrought, To keep his promisc, he ascends, and shrouds Too great, and disproportion'd to the fault; His awful brow in whirlwinds and in clouds; Others again esteem'd Actæon's woes

Whilst all around, in terrible array, Fit for a virgin-goddess to impose.

His thunders rattle, and his lightnings play. The hearers into different parts divide,

And yet, the dazzling lustre to abate, And reasons are produc'd on either side.

He set not out in all his pomp and state, Juno alone, of all that heard the news,

Clad in the mildest lightning of the skies, Nor would condemn the goddess, nor excuse: And arm'd with thunder of the smallest size: She heeded not the justice of the deed,

Not those huge bolts, by which the giants slain But joy'd to see the race of Cadmus bleed; Lay overtbrown on the Phlegrean plain. For still she kept Europa in her mind,

'Twas of a lesser mould, and lighter weight; And, for her sake, detested all her kind.

They call it thunder of a second rate, Besides, to aggravate her hate, she heard For the rough Cyclops, who by Jove's command How Semele, to Jove's embrace preferr'd, Temper'd the bolt, and turn'd it to bis hand, Was now grown big with an immortal load, Work'd up less flame and fury in its make, And carry'd in her womb a future god.

And quench'd it sooner in the standing lake. Thus terribly incens'd, the goddess broke Thus dreadfully adorn'd, with horrour bright, To sudden fury, and abruptly spoke:

Th' illustrious god, descending from his height, “ Are my reproaches of so small a force?

Came rushing on ber in a storm of light, 'Tis time I then pursue another course:

The mortal dame, too feeble to engage It is decreed the guilty wretch shall die,

The lightning's flashes and the thunder's rage, If I'm indeed the mistress of the sky;

Consum'd amidst the glories she desird, If rightly stylid among the powers above

And in the terrible embrace expir'd. The wife and sister of the thundering Jove

But, to preserve his offspring from the tomb, (And none can sure a sister's right deny); Jove took him smoking from the blasted womb; It is decreed the guilty wretch shall die.

And, if on ancient tales we may rely, Sbe boasts an honour I can hardly claim;

Enclos'd the abortive infant in his thigh. Pregnant she rises to a mother's name;

Here, when the babe had all his time fulfillid,
While proud and vain she triumphs-in ber Jove, Ino first took him for her foster-child;
And shows the glorious tokens of his love: Then the Niseans, in their dark abode,
But if I'm still the mistress of the skies,

Nurs'd secretly with milk the thriving god.
By her own lover the fond beauty dies.”
This said, descending in a yellow cloud,

THE TRANSFORMATION OF TIRESIAS. Before the gates of Semele she stood.

"Twas now, while these transactions past on Farth, Old Beroe's decrepit shape she wears,

And Bacchus thus procur'd a second birth, Her wrinkled visage, and her boary hairs;

When Jove, dispos’d to lay aside the weight Whilst in her trembling gait she totters on,

Of public empire, and the cares of state; And learns to tattle in the nurse's tone.

As to his queen in nectar bowls he quaff'd, The goddess, thus disguis'd in age, beguild

“In troth," says he, (and as he spoke he laugh’d,) With pleasing stories her false foster-child.

“ The sense of pleasure in the male is far Much did she talk of love, and when she came

More dull and dead, than what you females share." To mention to the nymph her lover's name,

Juno the truth of what was said deny'd; Fetching a sigh, and holding down her head,

Tiresias therefore must the cause decide; á 'Tis well," says she, “ if all be true that's For he the pleasure of each sex had try'd. said.

It happen'd once, within a shady wood, But trust me, child, I'm much inclin'd to fear

Two twisted snakes he in conjunction viewd; Some counterfeit in this your Jupiter.

When with his staff their slimy folds he broke, Many an honest well-designing mad

And lost his manhood at the fatal stroke. Has been by these pretended gods betray'd.

But, after seven revolving years, he view'd But if he be indeed the thundering Jove,

The self-same serpents in the self-same wood; Bid him, when next he courts the rites of love,

“ And if,” says he, “ such virtue in you lie, Descend triumphant from th' ethereal sky,

That be who dares your slimy folds untie In all the pomp of his divinity;

Must change his kind, a second stroke I'll try." Encompass'd round by those celestial charms,

Again he struck the snakes, and stood again
With which he fills th’immortal Juno's arms."
Th’unwary nymph, ensnard with what she said, Him therefore both the deities create

New-sex'd, and straight recover'd into man.
Desir'd of Jove when next he sought her bed,

The sovereign umpire in their grand debate: To grant a certain gift which she would choose;

And he declar'd for Jove: when Juno, fir'd, “ Fear not,” replied the god, " that I'll refuse

More than so trivial an affair requird,
Whate'er you ask: may Styx confirm my voice,
Choose what you will, and you shall have your And left him groping round in sudden night.

Depriv'd him, in her fury, of his sight,
“Then," says the nymph, “when next you seek my That no one god repeal another's deed)

But Jove (for so it is in Heaven decreed,

Irradiates all his soul with inward light, [sight. May you descend in those celestial charms

And with the prophet's art relieves the want of With which your Juno's bosom you inflame, And fill with transport Heaven's immortal dame.'

THE TRANSFORMATION OF ECHIO, The god surpris'd would fain have stopp'd her yoice:

Fam'd far and near for kvowing things to come, But he had sworn and she had made her choice. From him th’enquiring nations sought their doom;


The fair Liriope his answers try'd,

Untroubled by the breath of winds it rests, And first th' unerring prophet justify’d;

Unsuily'd by the touch of men or beasts; This nymph the god Cepbisus had abus'd,

High bowers of shady trees above it grow, With all his winding waters circumfus’d,

And rising grass and cheerful greens below. And on the Nereid got a lovely boy,

Pleas'd with the form and coolness of the place, Whom the soft maids ev’n then beheld with joy.

And over-heated by the morning chase, The tender dame, solicitous to know

Narcissus on the grassy verdure lies: Whether her child should reach old age or no,

But whilst within the crystal fount he tries Consults the sage Tiresias, who replies,

To quench his heat, he feels new heats arise. “ If e'er he knows himself, he surely dies." For, as his own bright image he survey'd, Long liv'd the dubious mother in suspense,

He fell in love with the fantastic shade; Till time unriddled all the prophet's sense.

And o'er the fair resemblance hung unmov'd, Narcissus now his sixteenth year began,

Nor kenw, fond youth! it was himself he lov'd. Just turn’d of boy, and on the verge of man;

The well-turu'd neck and shoulders he descries, Many a friend the blooming youth caress'd,

The spacious forehead and the sparkling eyes; Many a love-sick maid her flame confess'd. The hands that Bacchus might not scorn to show, Such was his pride, in vain the friend caress'd, And hair that round Apollo's head might flow, The love-sick majd in vain her fame confess'd. With all the purple youthfulness of face,

Once, in the wouds, as he pursued the chase, That gently blushes in the watery glass. The babbling Echo had descried his face;

By his own flames consum'd, the lover lies, She, who in others' words her silence breaks, And gives himself the wound by wbich he dies. Nor speaks herself but when another speaks.

To the cold water oft he joins his lips, Echo was then a maid, of speech bereft,

Oft catching at the beauteous shade he dips Of wonted speech; for though her voice was left, His arms, as often from himself he slips. Juno a curse did on her tongue impose,

Nor knows he who it is his arms pursue To sport with every sentence in the close. With eager clasps, but loves he knows not who, Full often, when the goddess might have caught What could, fond youth, this helpless passion Jove and her rivals in the very fault,

move? This nymph with subtle stories would delay What kindle in thee this unpity'd love? Her coming, till the lovers slipp'd away.

Thy own warm blush within the water glows, The goddess found out the deceit in time,

With thee the colour'd shadow comes and goes, And then she cry'd, “ That tongue, for this thy Its empty being on thyself relies; crime,

Step thou aside, and the frail charmer dies. Which could so many subtle tales produce,

Still o'er the fountain's watery gleam he stood, Shall be bereafter but of little use."

Mindless of sleep, and negligent of food; Hence 'tis she prattles in a fainter tone,

Still view'd his face, and languish'd as he view'd. With miinic sounds, and accents not her own.

At length he rais'd his head, and thus began This love-sick virgin, over-joy'd to find To vent his griefs, and tell the woods his pain: The boy alone, still follow'd him behind;

You trees,” says he, “ and thou surrounding When glowing warmly at her near approach,

grove, As sulphur blazes at the taper's touch,

Who oft have been the kindly scenes of love, She long'd her hidden passion to reveal,

Tell me, if e'er within your shades did lie And tell her pains, but had not words to tell : A youth so tortur'd, so perplex'd as I! She can't begin, but waits for the rebound,

I who before me see the charming fair, To catch bis voice, and to return the sound. Whilst there he stands, and yet he stands not The nymph, when nothing could Narcissus there: move,

In such a maze of love my thoughts are lost; Still dash'd with blushes for her slighted love, And yet no bulwark'd town, nor distant coast, Livd in the shady covert of the woods,

Preserves the beauteous youth from being seen, In solitary caves and dark abodes;

No mountains rise, por oceans flow betweca, Where pining wander'd the rejected fair,

A shallow water hinders my embrace; Till, harass'd out, and worn away with care,

And yet the lovely minic wears a face The sounding skeleton, of blood bereft,

That kindly smiles, and when I bend to join Besides her bones and voice had nothing left. My lips to his, he fondly bends to mine. Her bones are petrify'd, her voice is found Hear, gentle youth, and pity my complaint; In vaults, where still it doubles every sound. Come from thy well, thou fair inhabitant.

My charms an easy conquest have obtain'd

O'er other hearts, by thee alone disdain'd.

But why should I despair? I'm sure he burns

With equal flames and languishes by turns. Thus did the nymph in vain caress the boy, Whene'er 1 stoop, he offers at a kiss: He still was lovely, but he still was coy:

And when my arms I stretch, he stretches his. When one fair virgin of the slighted train

His eye with pleasure on my face he keeps, Thus pray'd the gods, provok'd by his disdain, He smiles my smilts, and when I weep heweeps. “Oh may he love like me, and love like me in Whene'er I speak, his moving lips appear vain!"

To utter something which I cannot hear. Rhamnusia pity'd the neglected fair,

Ah, wretched me! I now begin too late And with just vengeance answer'd to her prayer. To find out all the long perplex'd deceit;

There stands a fountain in a darksome wood, It is myself I love, myself I see; Nor stain'd with falling leaves nor rising mud; The gay delusion is a part of me.

I kindle np the fires by which I burn,

Which if thou dost not with just rites ac thi, And my own beauties from the well return. Thy impious carcase, into pieces torn, Whom should I court? How utter my complaint? Shall strew the woods, and hang on every thorn Enjoyment but produces my restraint,

Then, then, remember what I now foretel, And too much plenty makes me dic for want. And own the blind Tiresias saw too well.” How gladly would I from myself remove! Still Pentheus scorns him, and derides his skill; And at a distance set the thing I love.

But time did all the prophet's threats fulbi. My breast is warm'd with such unusual fire, For now through prostrate Greece young Bacchas I wish him absent whom I most desire.

And now I faint with grief; my fate draws nigh; Whilst howling matrons celebrate the god.
In all the pride of blooming youth I die.

All ranks and sexes to his orgies ran,
Death will the sorrows of my heart relieve. To mingle in the pomps, and fill the train.
O might the visionary youth survive,

When Pentheus thus his wicked rage express'd;
I should with joy my latest breath resign! “What madness, Thebans, has your soul posa
But, oh! I see bis fate involv'd in mine."

sess'u ?
This said, the weeping youth again return'd Can hollow timbrels, can a drunken shout,
To the clear fountain where again he burn'd; And the lewd clamours of a beastly rout,
His tears defac'd the surface of the well,

Thus quell your courage? Can the weak alarm With circle after circle, as they fell:

Of women's yell those stubborn souls disarm, And now the lovely face but half appears, Whom nor the sword nor trumpet e’er could O’er-run with wrinkles, and deform'd with tears.

fright, * Ah, whither," cries Narcissus, “ dost thou fly? Nor the loud din and horfour of a fight? Let me still feed the fame by which I die; And you, our sires, who left your old abodes, Let me still see, though I'm no further blest.” And fix'd in foreign earth your country guds; Then rends his garment off, and beats his breast: Will you without a stroke your city yield, His naked bosom redden'd with the blow, And poorly quit an undisputed field! la such a bhush as purple clusters show,

But you, whose youth and vigour should inspire Ere yet the Sav's antumnal heats reline

Heroic warmth, and kindie martial tire, The sprightly juice, and mellow it to wine. Whom burnish'd arms and crested helmets grace, The glowing beauties of his breast he spies, Not flowery gariands and a painted face; And with a new redoubled passion dies.

Remember binn to whom you stand ally'd: As wax dissolves, as ice begins to run,

The serpent for his well of waters dy'd. And trickle into drops before the Sun,

He fought the strong; do you bis courage show, So melts the youth, and languishes away: And gain a conquest o'er a feeble foe. His beauty withers, and his limbs decay,

If Thebes must tall, oh, might the fates afford And none of those attractive charms remain, A nobler doom, from famine, fire, or sword! To which the slighted Echo sued in vain. Then might the Thebans perish with renowa: She saw bim in his present misery,

But now a beardless victor sacks the town; Whom, spite of all her wrongs, she griev'd to sec. Whom nor the prancing steed, nor ponderous She answer'd sadly to the lover's moan,

shield, Sigh'd back his sighs, and groan’d to every Nor the hack'd helmet, nor the dusty field, groan;

But the soft joys of luxury and case, « Ah, youth! belov'd in vain,” Narcissus cries; The purple vests, and flowery garlaud please. “ Ah, youth! belov'd in vain," the nymph replies. Stand then aside, I'll make the counterfeit “ Farewel,” says he: the parting sound scarce fell Renounce his godhead, and confess the cheat. From his faint lips, but she reply'd, “ Farewel.” Acrisius from the Grecian walls repell’d Then on thi’unwholesomo earth he gasping lies, This boasted power; why then should Pentheus Till death shuts up those self-admiring eyes.

yield? To the cold shades his fitting ghost retires, Go quickly, drag th'audacious boy to me; And in the Sivgian waves its: If admires.

I'll try the force of his divinity.” For him the Naiads and the Dryads mourn, Thus did th'audacious wretch those rites profane; Whow the sad Echo answers in her turn:

His friends dissuade th' audacious writch in And now the sister-nymphs prepare his urn;

vain; When, looking for his corpse, they only found In vaiu his grandsire urg'd him to give o'er A rising stalk with yellow blossoms crown'd. His impious threats; the wretch but rares the

So have I seen a river gently glide

In a smooth course, and inoffensive tide;

But if with dams its current we restrait), This sad event gave blind Tiresias fame,

It bears down all, and foams along the plain. Through Greece establish'd in a prophet's name. But now his servants came besmeard with blood,

Thunhallow'd Pentheus only durst deride Sent by their baughty prince to seize the god; The cheated people, and their eyeless guide. The god they found not in the frantic throng, To whom the prophet in his fury said,

But dragg'd a zealous votary along. Shaking the hoary bonours of his head; “ 'Twere well, presumptuous man, 't were well for THE MARINERS TRANSFORMED TO DOLPHINS,

thee li' thou wert eyeless too, and blind, like me: Him Pentheus view'd with fury in his look, For the time comes, nay, 'tis already here, And scarce withheid his bands, while thus be When the young god's solemnities appear;




“ Vile slave, whom speedy vengeance shall pursue, By every God that rules the sea or sky, And terrify thy base seditious crew :

The perjur'd villains promise to comply, Thy country, and thy parentage reveal,

And bid me hasten to uninoor the ship. And, why thou join'st in these mad orgies, tell.” With eager joy I lanch into the deep;

The captive views him with undaunted eyes, And, heedless of the fraud, for Naxos stand: And, arm'd with inward innocence, replies: They whisper oft, and beckon with the hand.

From high Meonia's rocky shores I came, And give me sigos, all anxious for their prey, Of poor descent, Acetes is my name:

To tack about, and steer another way.
My sire was ineanly born; no oxen plough'd • Then let some other to my post succeed,'
His fruitful fields, nor in his pastures low'd. Said I, “ I'm guiltless of so foul a deed.'
His whole estate within the waters lay;

"What,'says Etbalion, 'must the ship's whole crer With lines and hooks he caught the finny prey; · Follow your humour, and depend on you?' His at was all his livelihood; which he

And straight himself he seated at the prore, Thus with his dying lips bequeath'd to me: And tack'd about, and sought another shore. In streams, my boy, and rivers, take thy chance; “The beauteous youths now found himself beThere swims, said he, thy whole inheritance, And from the deck the rising waves survey'd, (tray'd, Long did Uive on tnis poor legacy,

And seem'd to weep, and as he wept he said; Till tir'd with rocks and my own dative sky, • And do you thus my easy faith beguile? To arts of navigation L inclin'd;

Thus do you bear me to my native isle? Observ'd the turns and changes of the wind: Will such a multitude of men employ Learn’d the fit havens, and began to note

Their strength against a weak defenceless boy? The storiny Hyales, the rainy Goat,

" In vain did I the godlike youth deplore, The bright Taygete, and the shining Bears, The more I begg'd, they thwarted me the inore. With all the sailor's catalogue of stars.

And now, by all the gods in Heaven that hear “ Once, as by chance for Delos I design'd, This solemn oath, by Bacchus' self I swear, My vessel driv'n by a strong gust of wind, The mighty miracle that did ensue, Muor'd in a Chiani creek: ashore I went, Althongh it seems beyond belief, is true. And all the following night in Chios spent. The vessel, fix'd and rooted in the food, When morniny rose, I sent my mates to bring Unmov'd by all the beating billows stood. Supplies of water from a neighbouring spring, In vain the mariners would plough the main Whilst I the motion of the winds explor'd; With sails unfurld, and strike their oars in vain; Then summon'd-in my crew, and went aboard. Around their oars a twining ivy cleaves, Ophelies heard my summons, and with joy And climbs the mast, and bides the cords in leaves: Brought to the shore a soft and lovely boy,

The sails are covered with a cheerful green, With more than female sweetness in his look, And berries in the fruitful canvas seen. Whom straggling in the neighbouring fields he took. Amidst the waves a sudden forest rears With fumes of wine the little captive glows,

Its verdant head, and a new spring appears. And nods with sleep, and staggers as he goes.

“ The god we now behold with open eyes; I view'd him nicely, and began to trace A herd of spotted panthers round him lies Each heavenly feature, each immortal grace, In glaring forms; the grapy clusters spread And saw divinity in all his face.

On his fair brows, and dangle on his head. . I know not who,' said I, “this god should be; And whilst he frowns, and brandishes his spear, But that he is a god I plainly see:

My mates, surpris'd with madness or with fear, And thou, whoe'er thou art, excuse the force Leap'd over-board; first perjurd Madon found These men have us'd, and oh befriend our course!' Rough scales and fins bis stiffening sides surrounds • Pray not for us,' the nimble Dictys cry'd; *Ah, what,' cries one, has thus transform'd thy Dictys, that could the main-top-mast bestride,

look?' And dowo the ropes with active vigour slide. Straight his own mouth grew wider as he spoke: To the same purpose old Epopeus spoke,

And now himself he views with like surprise. Who over-look'd the oars, and tim'd the stroke; Still at his oar th’industrious Libys plies; The same the pilot, and the same the rest; But, as he plies, each busy arm shrinks in, Such impious avarice their souls possest.

And by degrees is fashion'd to a fin. Nay, Heaven forbid that I should bear away Another, as he catches at a cord, Within my vessel so divine a prey,'

Misses his arms, and, tivnbling over board, Said I; and stood to hinder their intent:

With his broad tins and forky tail lie laves When Lycabas, a wretch for murder sent The rising surge, and flounces in the waves. From Tuscany, to suffer banishment,

Thus all my crew transformid, around the ship, With his clench'd fist had struck me over-board, Or dive below, or on the surface leap, Had not my hands in falling grasp'd a cord. And spout the waves, and wanton in the deep. “ His base confelerates the fact approve;

Full nineteen sailors did the ship convey, When Bacchus (for 'twas he) began to move, A shole of nineteen dolphins round her play. Wak'd by the noise and clamours which they rais'd; I only in my proper shape appear, And shook bis drowsy limbs and round him gaz'd: Speechless with wonder, and half dead with fear, • What means this noise?' hecries; ‘am I betray'd? | Till Bacchus kindly bid ine fear no more. Ah! whither, whither must I be convey'd ?' With him I landed on the Chian shore, * Fear not,' said Proteus, 'child, but tell us where And him shall cver gratefully adore." [prevail You wish to land, and trust our friendly care.' “ This forging slave," says Pentheus, i would • To Naxos then direct your course,' says he; O'er our just fury by a far-fetch'd tale; • Naxos a hospitable port shall be

Go, let him feel the whips, the swords, the fire, To each of you, a joyful home to me.'

And in the tortures of tbe rack expire."

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Th’officious servants hurry him away,

When fifteen years, in Ida's cool retreat,
And the poor captive in a dungeon lay.

The boy had toid, he left his native seat,
But, whilst the whips and tortures are prepard, And sought-fresh fountains in a foreign soil:
The gates fly open, of themselves unbarr'd; The pleasure lesseu'd the attending toil.
At liberty th' unfetter'd captive stands,

With eager steps the Lycian fields he erost,
And fings the loosen'd shackles from his hands. And fields that border on the Lycian coast;

A river here he view'd so lovely bright,

It show'd the bottom in a fairer light,

Nor kept a sand conceald from buman sight: But Pentheus, grown more furious than before, The stream produc'd nor slimy ooze, nor weeds, Resolv'd to send his messengers no' niore,

Nor miry rushes, nor the spiky reeds; * But went himself to the distracted throng,

But dealt enriching moisture all around, Where high Cithæron echo'd with their song. The fruitful banks with cheerful verdure érown'd, 1 And as the fiery war-horse paws the ground, And kept the spring eternal on the ground. And sports and trenibles at the trumpet's sound; A nymph presides, nor practis d' in the chase, Transported thus he heard the frantic rout, Nor skilful at the bow, nor at the race; And rav'd and madden'd at the distant shout. Of all the blue-eyed daughters of the main,

A A spacious circuit on the hill there stood, The only stranger to Diana's trains' site Level and wide, and skirted round with wood; Her sisters often, as 'tis said, would cry, 1 Here the rash Penthens, with unhallow'd eyes, Fy, Salmacis, what always idle ! ty;

& The howling dames and mystic orgies spies. Or take thy quiver, or thy arrows suize, His mother sternly view'd him where he stood, And nuix the toils ofi nunting with thy ease.' And kindled into madness as she view'd:

Nor quiver she nor arrows e'er would seize, it's Her leaty javelin at her son she cast;...

Nor mix the toils of huuting with her ease. And cries, “ The boar that lays our country waste! But oft would bathe her in the crystal tide, * * The boar, iny sisters! aim the fatal dart,

Oft with a comb her dewy looks clivide; And strike the brindled monster to the heart: Now in the limpid streams she view'd her face,

Pentheus astonish'd heard the dismat sound, And dress'd her image in the floating glass * And sees the yelling matrons gathering round; Qu beds of leaves she now repos?d her limbs He sees, and weeps at his approaching fate, Now gather'Howers that grew about herstreams, And begs for mercy, and repents too late. And then by chance was gathering, as she stood “ Help, help! my aunt Autonoe,” he cry'd; To view the boy, and long for what she view d. l. 1 “ Remeinber how your own Actæon dy'd."

Pain would she meet the youth with hast yfeet, Deaf to his cries, the frantic matron crops *** She fajn would meet him, but refus d to meet One stretch'd-out arm, the other Ino lops. Before her looks were set with nicest care, In vain does Pentheus to his mother sue,

And well deserr'd to be reputed faira (prove And the raw bleeding stumps presents to view: "! Bright youth," she cries, whom all thy features His mother howi'd; and, heedless of his prayer, "A god, and if a god, the god of love; , . 1,5 m Her treinbling hand she twisted in his bair, But if a mortal, blest thy nurse's breast :t. 7 “And this," she cried, “ shall be Agata's share.” Blest are thy parents, and thy sisters blest;} . When from the neck bis struggling head she tore, But, ob, how blest! how more than blest chybride, And in her hands the ghastly visage bore,

Ally'd in bliss, if any yet ally'd.' With pleasure all the bideous trunk survey;


So, let mine the stoln enjoyments beza: Then pullid and tore the mangled limbs away, If not, behold a willing bridesin me." (shane, u As starting in the pangs of death it lay.

The boy knew nougat of love, and touehld with Soon as the wood its leafy bonours casts,

He strove, and blusht, but still the blush became;
Blown off and scatter'd by autumnal blasts, In rising blushes still fresh beauties rose; to
With such a sudden death lay Pentheus slain, The sunny side of fruit such blushes shows, i.
And in a thousand pieces strew'd the plain. And such the Moon, when all her silver white.
By so distinguishing a judgment aw'd,

Turns in eclipses to a ruddy light.
The Thebans tremble, and confess the god. 'The nymph still begs, if not a nobler bliss,

A cold salute at least, a sister's kiss:
And now prepares to take the lovely boy
Between her armis.' He, innocently coy * *

Replies, “ Or leave me to myself alone,
THE STORY OF SALILACIS AND HERMA- You rude uncivil nympb, or I'll be gone"

“ Fair stranger, then," says she, it shall be soy"

And, tor she fear'd his threat, she feigo'd to go; FROM THE FOURTH BOOK OF OVID'S META- But, hid within a covert's neighbouring green, MORPHOSES.

She kept him still in sight, herself upseen.' of

The boy now fancies all the danger o'er, How Salmacis, with weak enfeebling streams, And innucently sports about the shore; Softens the body, and unnerves the limbs, Playful and wanton to the stream he trips, And what the secret cause, shall here be shown; And dips his foot, and shivers as he dips. The cause is secret, but th' etfect is known. . The coolness pleas'd hin, and with eager haste The Najads nurst an infant heretofore,

His airy garments on the banks he cast; That Cytherea once to Herines bore:

His godlike features, and his heavenly hue, From both th' illustrious authors of his race And all his beauties were exposd to view. The child was namd; nur was it hard to trace His naked limbs the nymph with rapture spies Buth the bright parents through the infants lace.. Wlule botter passions in her bosom rise,

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