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If dost, pray

But all concur his shame to show,

The clown aloft, wholent an ear, And more exasperate the foe.

Straight stops him short in mid career; And now he pensive turns and sad,

And louder cry'ı, “ Ho! honest friend, And looks like melancholic mad.

That of thy seeing seest no end; He rolls lois eyes nou off, now ca

Jost see the heifer that I seek?
That wonderful phenomenon.

be so kind to speak."
Sounetiines he twists and twirls it round,
Then, pausos, meditates profound :
No end he sees of his surprise,
Nor what it should be can devise:

For never was yet wool or feather,
That could stand bul'against all weather ;

Sing, Muse, the force and all-informing fire And unrelax'l, like this, resist

Of Cyprian Venus, goudess of desire : Both wind and ruin, and snow and mist.

llor charms th' immortal minds of goals can move, What stuff, or w berice, or how 'twas made,

And tame the stubborn race of men to love. What spinster which could sprin such thread, The wilder herds, and ravenous beasts of prey, Ile nothing knew ; but, to his cost,

Her influence feel, ani own her kindly sway. knew all bis fame and labour lost.

Thru'pathless air, and boundless ocean's space, Subdued, abash'd, he gave it o'er;

She rules the feather'd kind and finny race; 'Tis said, he blush'd ; 'tis sure, he swore

Whole nature on her sole support depends, Not all the wiles that lleil could liatch

And far as life exists, her care extends. Could conquer that superb Mustach.

Of all the numerous host of gods alove, Defeated thus, thus discontent,

But three are found inflexible to love. Back to the man the demon went :

Blue-ey'd Minerva free preserves her heart, “ I grant," quoth he,“ our contract null, A virgin unbeguil'd by Cupid's art; And give you a discharge in full.

In shining arm: the martial maid delights, But tell me now, in naine of wonder,

O’er war presides, and well-disputed fights; (Since I so candidly kuork under)

With thirst of fame sbe first the hero fir'd, What is this thing? Where could it grow?

And first the skill of useful arts inspird; Pray take it—'tis in statu quo.

Taught artists first the carving tool to wield, Much good may't do you; for my part,

Chariots with brass to arm, and form the fenceful I wash my hands of 't from my heart.”

shield: “ In truth, sir Goblin, or sir Fairy,"

She first taught inouest maids in early bloom, Replies the lad, “ you're too soon weary.

To shun the lazy life, and spin, or ply the loom. What, leave this trifiing task undone!

Diana next the Paphian queen defies, And think'st thou this the only one ?

Her smiling arts and profler'd friendship flies: Alas! were this subdued, thou’dst find

She loves, with well-mouth'd hounds and cheerful Millions of more such still behind;

horn, Which might employ, ev'n to eternity,

Or silver sounding voice, to wake the Morn, Both you and all your whole fraternity.”

To wound the mountain boar, or rouse the wood

land deer;
To draw the bow, or dart the pointed spear.
Sometimes, of gloomy groves she likes the shades,
And there of virgin-nymphis the chorus leaus;

And sometimes secks the town, and leares the PEASANT IN SEARCH OF HIS HEIFER.

And loves society where virtue reigns. [plains,

The third celestial power averse to love

Is virgin Vesta, dear to mighty Jove;
Ir so befell: a silly swain

Whoin Neptune sought to wed, and Phæbus woo'd; Had sought his heifer long in vain;

And both wiih fruitless labour long pursu'd. For wanton she had frisking stray'd,

For she, severely chaste, rejected both, And left the lawn, to seek the shades

And bound her purpose with a solemn oath, Around the plain he rolls his eyes,

A virgin life inviolate to lead; Then to the wood in haste he hies;

She swore, and Jore assenting, bow'd his head. Where, singling out the fairest tree,

But since her rigid choice the joys denyd He climbs, in hopes to hear or see.

Of nuptial rites, and blessings of a bride, Anon, there chanc'd that way to pass

The bouteous Jove with gifts that want supply'd A jolly lad and buxom lass:

High on a throne she sits amidst the skies, The place was apt, the pastime pleasant;

And first is fed with fumes of sacrifice; Occasion with her forelock present ;

Por holy rites to l'esta first are paid, The girl agos, the gallant ready ;

And on her altar first-fruit offerings laid; So lightly down he lays my lady.

So Jove ordain'd in honout of the maid. But so she turn'd, or so was laid,

These are the powers above, and only these, That she some certain charms display'd,

Whom Love and Cytherea's art displease; Which with such wonder struck his sight

Of other beings, none in Earth or skies (With wonder, much; inore, with delight) Her force resists, or influence denies. That loud he cry'd in rapture, “What?

With ease her charms the thunderer can bind, “ What see I, gods! What see I not!”

And captivate with love th' almighty mind : But nothing nam’d; from whence 'tis guess'd, Er'n he, whose dread commands the gods obey, I was more than well could be express'd.

Submits to ber, and owns superior sway.


Enslav'd to mortal beauties hy her power,

Bright as the Moon she shone, with silent light, He oft descends, his creatures to adore,

And charı'd his sense with wonder and delight. While, to conceal the theft from Juno's cyes, Thus, while Anchises gaz'd, through every vein Some well-dissembled shape the god belies.

A thrilling joy he felt, and pleasing pain : Juno, his wife and sister, both in place

At length he spake—“ All hail, celestial fair! And beauty first among th' ethereal race;

Who humbly dost to visit Earth repair. Whom, all transcending, in superior worth,

Whoe'er thon art, descended from above, Wise Saturn got, and Cybele brought forth:

Latona, Cynthia, or the queen of Love; And Jove, by never-erring counsel sway'd,

All hail! all honour shall to thee be paid : The partner of his bed and empire made.

Or art thou Themis'? or the blue-ey'd maid?? But Jove, at length, with just resentment fir'd, Or art thou fairest of the Graces three, The laughing queen herself with love inspir’d. Who with the gods share immortality ? Swift through her veins the sweet contagion ran, Or else, some nymph, the guardian of these woods, And kindled in her breast desire of mortal man; These caves, these fruitful hills, or crystal floods?' That she, like other deities, might prove

Whoe'er thou art, in some conspicuous field, The pains and pleasures of inferior love;

I to thy honour will an altar build, And not insultingly the gods deride,

Where holy offerings I'll each hour prepare, Whose sons were human by the mother's side: () prove but thou propitious to my prayer ! Thus, Jove ordain'd, she now for man should burn, Grant me, among the Trojan race to prove And bring forth mortal offspring in her turn. A patriot worthy of my country's love;

Amongst the springs which flow from Ida's head, Bless'd in myself, I beg I next may be His lowing herds the young Anchises fed ;

Bless'd in my children and posterity. Whose godlike form and face the smiling queen

Happy in health, long let me see the Sun, Beheld, and lov'd to madness, soon as seen:

And, lov'd by all, late may my days be done." To Cyprus straight the wounded goddess flies,

He said—Jove's beauteous daughter thus reply'dWhere Paphian temples in her honour rise,

“ Delight of hunan kind, thy sex's pride! And altars smoke with daily sacrifice.

Honour'd Anchises, you behold in me Soon as arriv'd, she to her shrine repair'd,

No goddess bless'd with immortality; Where entering quick, the shining gates she barr'd:

But mortal I, of mortal mother came, The ready Graces wait, her baths prepare,

Otreus my father, (you have heard the name) And oint with fragrant oils her flowing hair,

Who rules the fair extent of Phrygia's lands, Her Nowing hair around her shoulders spreads,

And all her towns and fortresses commands. And all adown ambrosial odour sheds.

When yet an infant, I to Troy was brought, Last, in transparent robes her limbs they fold,

There was I nurs'd, and there your language taughts Enrich'd with ornaments of purest gold;

Then wonder not, if, thus instructed young, And, thus attir'd, her chariot she ascends,

I, like my own, can speak the Trojan tongue. And, Cyprus left, her flight to Troy she bends. In me, one of Diana's nymphs behold; On Ida she alights, then seeks the seat,

Why thus arriv'd, I shall the cause unfold. Which loy'd Anchises chose for his retreat ;

As late our sports we practis'd on the plain, And ever as she walk'd through lawn or wood,

I and my fellow-nymphs of Cynthia's train, Promiscuous berds of beasts admiring stood;

Dancing in chorus, and with garlands crown'd,

And by admiring crowds encompass'd round, Some humbly follow, while some fawning meet, And lick the ground, and crouch beneath her feet.

Lo! hovering o'er my head I saw the god

Who Argus slew, and bears the golden rod; Dogs, lions, wolves, and hears, their eyes unite,

Sudden he seiz'd, then bore me from their sighte And the swift panther stops to gaze with fix'd delight.

Cutting through liquid air his rapid Right : For every glance she gives soft fire imparts,

O'er many states and peopled towns we pass’d,

O'er hills and vallies, and o'er deserts waste; Enkindling sweet desire in savage hearts. Inflam'd with love, all single out their mates,

O’er barren moors, and o'er unwholesomc fens,

And woods where beasts inhabit dreaciful dens. And to their shady dens each pair retreats.

Through all which pathless way our speed was such, Meantime the tent she spies so much desir'd, Where her Anchises was alone retir'd ;

We stopt not once the face of Earth to touch. Withdrawn from all his friends and fellow-swains,

Meantime he told me, while through air we fled,

That Jove ordain'd I should Anchises wed, Who fed their flocks beneath, and sought the

And with illustrious offspring bless his bed. plains ; In pleasing solitude the youth she found,

This said, and, pointing to me your abode,

To Heaven again up-soar'd the swift-wing'd god : Intent upon his lyre's harmonious sound.

Thus, of necessity, to you I come,
Before his eyes Jove's beauteous daughter stood,
In form and dress, a huntress of the wood ;

Unknown, and lost, far from my native home.

But I conjure you, by the throne of Jove,
For, had he seen the goddess undisguis'd.

By all that's dear to you, by all you love,
The youth with awe and fear had been surpris'd.
Fix'd he beheld her, and with joy admir'd

By your good parents, (for no bad could e'er

Produce a son so graceful, good, and fair) To see a nymph so bright, and so attir'd:

That you no wiles employ to win my heart, For from her Howing robe a lustre spread,

But let me hence an untouch'd maid depart; As if with radiant flames she were array'd;

Inviolate and guiltless of your bed,
Her hair in part disclos'd, and part conceal'd,
In ringlets fell, or was with jewels held:

Let me be to your house and mother led.
With various gold and gems her neck was grac’d,
And orient pearls heav'd on her panting breast; The goddess of equity and right. Pallas,

Me to your father and your brothers show, Look on the nymph who late from Phrygia camer And our alliance first let them allow:

Behold me well-say, if I seem the same." Let me be known, and my condition own'd,

At her first call the chains of sleep were broken And no unequal match I may be found.

And, starting from his bed, Anchises woke : Equality to them my birth may claim,

But when he Venus view'd without disguise, Worthy a daughter's or a sister's name,

Her shining neck beheld, and radiant eyes; Though for your wife of too inferior fame.

Awed and abash'd, he turn'd his head aside, Next, let ambassadors to Phrygia haste,

Attempting with his robe his face to hide. To tell my father of my fortunes past,

Confus'd with wonder, and with fear oppress'd, And ease my mother in that anxious state

In winged words he thus the queen addressid Of doubts and fears, which cares for me create. “When first, O goddess, I thy form beheld, They, in return, shall presents bring from thence Whose charms so far humanity excell'd; Of rich attire, and sums of gold immense: To thy celestial pow'r my vows I paid, You, in peculiar, shall with gifts be gracid, And with humility implor'd thy aid: In price and beauty far above the rest.

But thou, for secret cause to me unknown, This done, perform the rites of nuptial love, Didst thy divine immortal state disown. Grateful to men below, and gods above."

But now, I beg thee, by the filial love She said, and from her eyes shot subtle fires, Due to thy father, ægis-bearing Jove, Which to his heart insinuate desires.

Compassion on my human state to show; Resistless love invading thus his breast,

Nor let me lead a life infirm below : The panting youth the smiling queen addressid Defend me from the woes which mortals wait,

“ Since mortal you, of mortal mother came, Nor let me share of men the common fate : And Otreus, you report, your father's name; Since never man with length of days was blest, And since th' immortal Hermes, from above, Who, in delights of love, a deity possess'd.” To execute the dread commands of Jove,

To him Jove's beauteous daughter thus reply'da Your wondrous beauties hither has convey'd, “ Be bold, Anchises; in my love confide : A nuptial life with me henceforth to lead : Nor me, nor other god, thou need'st to fear, Know, now, that neither gods nor men have pow'r For thou to all the beav'nly race art dear. One minute to defer tbe happy hour;

Know, from our loves, thou shalt a son obtain, This instant will I seize upon thy charms,

Who over all the realm of Troy shall reign; Mix with thy soul, and melt within thy arms: From whom a race of monarcbs shall descend, Though Phæbus, arın'd with his unerring dart, And whose posterity shall know no end. Stood ready to transfix my panting heart ;

To him thou shalt the name Æneas give,
Though Death, though Hell, in consequence attend, As one, for whose conception I must griere,
Thou shalt with me the genial bed ascend.”

Oft as I think he to exist began
He said, and sudden snatch'd her beauteous hand; | From my conjunction with a mortal man.
"The goddess smil'd, nor did th' attempt withstand : “ But Troy, of all the habitable Earth,
But fix'd her eyes upon the hero's bed,

To a superior race of men gives birth ; · Where soft and silken coverlets were spread, Producing heroes of th’ ethereal kind, And over all a counterpane was plac'd,

And next resembling gods in forin and mind. Thick sown with furs of many a savage beast,

“ From thence great Jove to azure skies conOf bears and lions, heretofore his spoil;

To live with gods, the lovely Ganymede. (vey'd And still remain’d the trophies of his toil.

Where, by th' immortals honour'd (strange to say !) Now to ascend the bed they both prepare, The youth enjoys a bless'd eternity. And he with eager haste disrobes the fair.

In bowls of gold he ruddy nectar pours, Her sparkling necklace first he laid aside; And Jove regales in his unbended hours. Her bracelets next, and braided hair untied : Long did the king his sire, his absence mourn, And now, his busy hand her zone unbrac'd, Doubtful by whom, or where, the boy was borne: Which girt her radiant robe around her waist; Till Jove, at length, in pity of his grief, Her radiant robe, at last, aside was thrown, Dispatch'd Argicides to his relief; Whose rosy hue with dazzling lustre shone. And more, with gifts to pacify his mind,

The queen of love the youth thus disarray'd, He sent him horses of a deathless kind, And on a chair of gold her vestments laid. Whose feet outstript, in speed, the rapid wind; Anchises now (so Jove and Fate ordain'd)

Charging withal swift Hermes to relate The sweet extreme of ecstasy attain'd;

The youth's advancement to a heav'nly state; And, mortal he, was like th' immortals bless'd, Where all his hours are past in circling jov, Not conscious of the goddess he possess'd.

Which age can ne'er decay, nor Death destroya But when the swains their flocks and herds had

Now, when this embassy the king receives, And, from the flowery fields returning, led [fed, No more for absent Ganymede he grieves ; Their sheep to fold, and oxen to the shed; The pleasing news his aged heart revives, In soft and plcasing chains of sleep profound, And with delight his swift-heel'd steeds he drive The wary goddess her Anchises bound:

“ But when the gold-enthron'd Aurora made Then gently rising from his side and bed,

Tithonus partner of her rosy bed, In all her bright attire her limbs array'd.

(Tithonus too was of the Trojan line, And now her fair-crown'd head aloft she rears, Resembling gods in face and form divine) Nor more a mortal, but herself appears:

For him she straight the Thunderer address'd, Her face refulgent, and majestic mien,

That with perpetual life he might be bless'd: Confess'd the goddess, love's and beauty's queen. Jove heard her pray'r, and granted her request,

Then thus aloud she calls " Anchises, awake! | Rut ah! how rash was she, how indiscreet ! Thy fond repose and lethargy forsake:

The most material blossing to omiti

Neglecting, or not thinking to provide,

They nor of mortal nor immortal seed That length of days might be with strength sup Are said to spring, yet on ambrosia feed, And, to her lover's endless life, engage (plied; And long they live, and oft in chorus join An endless youth, incapable of age.

With gods and goddesses in dance divine. But hear what fate befell this heav'nly fair, These the Sileni court; these Hermes loves, In gold enthron'd, the brightest child of air. And their embrace's seeks in shady groves. Tithonus, while of pleasing youth possess'd, Their origin and birth these nymphs deduce Is by Aurora with delight caress'd;

From cominon parent Earth's prolific juice; Dear to her arms, he in her court resides, (tides. With lofty firs which grace the mountain's brow, Beyond the verge of earth, and ocean's utmost Or ample-spreading oaks, at once they grow;

“ But when she saw grey hairs begin to spread, All have their trees allotted to their care, Deform his beard, and disadorn bis head,

Whose growth, duration, and decrease, they share The goddess cold in her embraces grew,

But holy are these groves by inortals held, His arms declin'd, and from his bed withdrew; And therefore by the ax are never fell’d. Yet still a kind of nursing care she show'd, But when the fate of some fair tree draws nigh, And food ambrosial, and ri 'h clothes, bestow'd : It first appears to droop, and then grows dry ; But when of age he felt the sad extreme,

The bark to crack and perish next is seen, And ev'ry nerve was shrunk, and limb was lame, And last the boughs it sheds, no longer green: Lock'd in a room her useless spouse she left, And thus the nymphs expire by like degrees, Of youth, of vigour, and of voice, bereft.

And live and die coeval with their trces. On terms like these, I never can desire

“ These gentle nymphs, by my persuasion won, Thou shouldst to immortality aspire.

Shall in their sweet recesses nurse my son ; “ Couldst thou, indeed, as now thou art, remain, And when his cheeks with youth's first blushes Thy strength, thy beauty, and thy youth, retain, Couldst thou for ever thus my husband prove, To thee the sacred maids the boy shall show. I might live happy in thy endless love;

“More to instruct thee, when five years shall Nor should I e'er have cause to dread the day,

end, When I must mourn tby loss and life's decay. I will again to visit thee descend, But thou, alas! too soon and sure must bend Bringing thy beauteous son to charm thy sight, Beneath the woes which painful age attend; Whose godlike form shall fill thee with delight; Inexorable age! whose wretched state

Him will I leave thenceforward to thy care, All mortals dread, and all immortals hate.

And will that with him thou to Troy repair : “Now, know, I also must my portion share, There, if inquiry shall be made, to know And for thy sake reproach and shame must bear. To whom thou dost so bright an offspring owe; For I, who lieretofore in chains of love

Be sure, thou nothing of the truth detect,
Could captivate the minds of gods above,

But ready answer make, as I direct.
And force them, by my all-subduing charms, Say, of a Sylvan nymphi the fair youth came,
To sigh and languish in a woman's arms:

And Calycopis call his mother's name.
Must now no more that pow'r superior boast, For shoulelst thou boast the truth, and madly own
Nor tax with weakness the celestial host;

That thou in bliss hadst Cytherea known, Since I myself this dear amends have made, Jove would his anger pour upon thy head, And am, at last, by my own arts betray'd.

And with avenging thunder strike thee dead. “ Erring, like them, with appetite depravid, Now all is told thee, and just caution giv'n, This hour, by thee, I have a son conceiv'd; Be secret thou, and dread the wrath of Heav'n.” Whom, hid beneath my zone, I must conceal, She said, and sudden soar'd above his sight, Till time his being and my shame reveal. (ador, Cutting through liquid air her heav'nward fighte

“ Him shall the nymphs, who these fair woods All hail, bright Cyprian queen! thee first I praise , In their deep bosoms nurse, as soon as born; Then to some other pow'r transfer my lays.



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