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Irreparable doom, whilst I partook

And prowess; paragon'd for both to none Refreshment, and at supper jovial sate,

But gieat Achilles : me the goddess-born Slain like an ox that's butcher'd at the crib, Ey'd curious, and at length thus sad began : A death most lamentable! Round me lay

" What cause, Ulysses, moves thy mind, expert An hideous carnage of my breathless friends, Of warlike machinations; what emprise Like beasts new slaughter'd for the bridal board Hath aught of such importance, as to tempt Of some luxurious poble, or devote

This dire descent, where wein dolorous night, To solemn festival. On well-fought fields

Frail incorporeal forms, are doom'd abode ?" You various scenes of slaughter have survey'd,

O peerless chief," I cried, “ of all the Greeks And in fierce tournament: yet had it quell'd The foremost name! I hither am constrain'd, Your best of man to view us on the floor

From the wise Theban oracle, to hear Rolling in death, with viands round us spread, Best means reveal'd how to revisit safe And ponderous vases bruis'd, while human gore My native realm; by rigid Fate repellid, Flooded the pavement wide. With siirilling cries I'm exil'd yet, with iroops of various ills Cassandra pierc'd my ear, whom at my side Surrounded. But the gods, to your high worth False Clytemnestra slew : t'avenge her wrong, Erer propitious, crown their favourite chief I with a dying grasp my sabre seiz'd,

With choicer blessings than the eye of Time But the curs'd assassin withdrew, nor clos'd Yet saw conferr'd, or future shall behold; My lips and eyes. O woman! woman! none On Earth you equal honours with the gods of Nature's savage train have less reinorse

From us receiv'd; nor by the stroke of Fate In perpetrating crimes; to kill her mate,

Sink with diminish'd lustre, but supreme What beast was e'er accomplice? I return'd, Reign o'er the shades.” He solemn sad replied: Hopeful in afHuence of domestic joy

" Ricign here supreme ! deem not thy eloquence To reign, encircled with my offspring dear, Can aught onsole my doom: rather on Earth And court-retinue ; but my traitress wife

A village slave I'd be, than titled here , On female honour hath ditfus'd a stain

Imperial and august. But say me true, Indelible; and her pernicious arts,

Or did my son illustrate his descent Recorded for reproach on all the sex,

First in the files of war; or fled he pale Shall wound soft innocence with touch of blame." A recreant from the fight? Do all our tribes

I answer'd, “ O ye powers! by women's viles In Phthja still revere my father's throne; Jove works sure bane to all th' imperial race Or lives he now of regal power despoild, Of Atreus still: for Helen's vagrant lust

A weak contemnnd old man, wanting my arm Greece mourns her states dispeopled; and you fell To hold his sceptre firm ? that arm! which erst, By your adultress!” Plaintive he ripły'd: Warring for Greece, bestrew'd the Phrygian plains

“ By my disasters warn d, to woman's faith With many a prowessid knight ! Would Heaven Unbosom nought momentous; though she peal The same puissant form, I'd soon avenge (restore Your ear, (by nature in portune to know)

His injur'd age, and re-assert his clain.” Unlock not all your secrets. But your wife,

He ceasing, I reply'd : “ Of Peleus' stale Of prudent ineek deport, no train of ills

Faine hath to me been silent; but attend, Will meditate for you by force or guile:

While I th' achievements of thy glorious son Her, when we led th'embattled Cirocks to Troy, Blazon, as truti shall dictate. Hiin to Troy, We left in blooming beauty ties'ı ; your son Fiom Scyrus o'er thi' Egean, safe I bore, Then hanging on her breast; who now to man To join th' embattled Greeks : whene'er we sate Full grown, with men associates; your approach In council, to nature some high design, With rapture he will meet, and gland his sire First of the peerage with persuasive speech With filial duty dear! a bliss to me

His sentence he disclos'd, by all confess'd Not deign'd! my son I saw piot ('I fell

The third froin Nestor. But whene'er we mov'd A viction to my wife: then, tiinely warnid, In battailous array, and the shrill clang Trust not to woman's ken the time pretix'd

Of onset sounded, he, with haughty strides For your return to Greece. But say sincere, Advancing in the van, the foremost chief, Aught have you heard where my (restes bides, Pierc'd through the adverse legions, nor was deem'd In rich Orchomenus, or sandy Pyle;

Not equal to the best. Each bardy deed, Or with any brother lives he more secure

Which in his country's cause the youth achier'd, In spacious Sparta? for of this dark realm

Were long to tell; but by his javelin dy'd He's not inhabitant." I thus rejoin'd :

Eurypylus, of all th'auxiliary banuis “ Vain is your guest, Atrides; whether Fate Faw'd after Memnon first; with many a peer Permits your son to diaw the breath of Heaven, Of Pergamenian race, around him strown. Friendly to life; or whether in these shades

“ When in the wonden horse, by Epeus formd, He roains a ghost, I know not; nor with speech, Selected beroes lay, aghast and pale False or ainbiguous, will beguile your ear.”

The rest, shuddering with fear, let round big drops While inournful thus we talk d, suffus'd with tears Roll froin their drooping eyes, he sole abode of tender syn pathy, young leleus came,

I'ndaunted, undismar') ; no chilling doubt With his associates most in life bclord,

Frosted his damask check, nor silent tear Faithful Patroclus, and th' egregious' son

Cours d from its crystal sluice, but, grasping fierce Of Nestor, great in arms; with them (conjoin'd His spear and falchion, for the comsat grew Bu amicable converse, e'en by dadi

Impatient, inenachig decisive route Upcancel'd) walk'd the tall illustrious sliade To Troy's opponent powers; and when the height Of Ajax, with attra, tive grace adoru’d,

Of Hion had receiv'd the final stroke

From Grecian valour, with barbaric spoil, | Antilochus.

To his high fame proportion'd, he return'd,

l'nmark'd with hostile wonnd, though round him Fruit-trees of various kinds umbrageous spread Mars

Their pamper'd boughs: the racy olive greer, With tenfold rage oft made the battle burn.” The ripe pomegranate, big with vinous pulp, I ended: joy ineffable possess'd

The luscious fig sky-dy'd, the tasteful pear The great paternal shade; bis sicps he rais'd Vermilion'd half, and apples mellowing sweet With more majestie portance o'er the mead, In burnish'd gold, luxuriant o'er him wave, Verdant with asphodel, elate to hear

Exciting hunger, and fallacious hope
His son's exploits emblazon'd fair by Fame. Of food ambrosial:-when he tries to seize
The rest, a pensive circle, round await,

The copious fruitage fair, a sudden gust
Reciting various dooms, to mortal ear

Whirls it aloof amid th' incunibent gloom. Calamitous and sad! From these apart

Then Sisyphus, the nearest mate in woe, The Telamonjan hero, whom I foilà

Drew my regard; he, with distended nerves, In contest for Achilles' arms, abode

A ponderous stone rolls up a rugged rock; Sullen with treasur'd wrath; the fatal strife Urg'd up the stoep cliff, slow with hand and foot By Thetis was propos'd, and every judge

It mounts, but bordering on the cloudy peak, Instinct by Pallas, to my claim declar'd

Precipitous adown the slopy side
The prize of right. 0! 'why was I constrain'd The rapid orb devolving back, renews
By honour to prevail, and cause to die

Eternal toil, which he, with dust besmeard, Ajax, the chief with manly grace adora'd, And dew'd with smoaking sweat, incessant plies And prowess; paragon'd for both to none

I last the visionary semblance view'd But the great son of Peleus ! Him with speech, Of Hercules, a shadowy form; for he, Lenient of wrath, I thus accosted mild:

The real son of Jove, in Heaven's high court “ Ajax, let this oblivious gloom deface

Abides, associate with the gods, and shares The memory of those arms, which Heaven decreed Celestial banquets ; where, with soft disport Pernicious to the Grecks, who lost in thee

Of love, bright Hebe in her radiant done Their power of strong defence: to mourn thy fall Treats him nocturnal. With terrific clang The voice of Grief along the tented shore

Surrounding ghosts, like fowl, the region wing Was heard, as loud as when the flower of war, Vexatious, while the threatening image stands, Divine Achilles, dy'd: nor deem that aught Gloomy as night, from his bent battle-bow Of human interpos’d to urge thy doom,

In act to let th' aerial arrow fly. But ireful Jove, to punish all our host,

Athwart his breast a military zone Cut off its darling hope. O royal shade!

Dreadful he wore, where grinn'd in fretted gold Approach, and affable to me vouchsafe

Grim woodland savages, with various scenes Mild audience, calming thy tempestuous rage." Of war, fierce-jousting knights, and havoc dire,

Vain was my suit! for with th' unboily'd troop With matchless art pourtray'd : me straight he Of spectres, meeting to th' interior shade

knew, Of Erebus, be to my friendly sprech

And, piteous of my state, address'd me thus : Disdain 'd reply; yet to that dark recess

“ O exercis'd in grief, illustrious son Had I pursu'd his flight, he must have borne Of good Laertes, fanı’d for warlike wiles ! (nwilling correspondence, fored by Fate, Fated thou art (like me, what time I breath'd Inpassion'd as he was ; but I refrain'd,

Ethercal draught) beneath mournber'd toils For other visions drew my curious eye.

To groan oppress'd: ev'n I, the seed of Jove, Intent 1 5:2w, with golden sceptre grave,

Combated various ills, and was adjudg'd Minos, the son of Jove, to the pale ghosts By an inferior wretch (what could he more?) Disp nsing equity; with failed looks

To drag to light the triple-crested dog They through the wide Plutonian hall appear'd That guards Hell's massy portal : I achiev'd Frequent and full, and argued each his cause The task injoin'd, through the propitious aid At that tribunal, trembling whilst he wcigh'd · Of Mercury and Pallas, who vouchsat'd Their pleaded reason. Of portentous size

Their friendly guidance." Then, without reply, Orion next I view'd; a brazen mace

To Pluto's court majestic he retird. Invincible he bore, in fierce pursuit

Meantime for others of heroic note Of those hnge mountain savages he slew,

I waited in the lists of ancient Fame While habitant of Earth, whose grisly forins Enrollid illustrious; and had haply seen He ury'd in chae the Howery mead aloug.

Gr at Theseus, an:) Pirithous his compeur, Nor unobserv'd lay stretch'd upon the marle The race of gods; but at the hideous scream Tityus, Earth-born, whose ivoily, long and large, Of spectres issuing from the dark profound Cover'd nine acres: there two vultures sat,

I wax'd infirm of purpose, sore dismay'd, Of appetite insatiate, and with beaks

Lest Proserpine should send Vedusa, curl'd For ravine bent, unintermitting guard

With snaky locks, to fix me in her realın His liver, powerless li to put to tlight

Stiff with Gorgonian horrour: to the ship The fierce devourers! to this penance judy'd Retreating speedly thence, I bade my matts For rape intended on Latona fair,

To shove from shore: joyous they straight began The paramour of Jove, as she sojourn'd

To stem the tide, and brush'il the whitening seas, To Pytho ver the Panopcian law?s;

Till the fresh gales reliev'd the labouring oar. Delicious landscape!--in a limpid lake Next Tantalus a doleful lot abides :

THE KIDOIP'S WILE, Chin deep he stands, yet with affictive drought lucessani pines, while ever as he bows

A TAIE. to sip r freshment, from iris parching thirst Have yon pots en (to state the case) The guilful water suics. Around the poul

Two wasps die struggling in a glass ?

With the rich farour of Tokay

Impossible! Through walls of stone Allur'u, about the brim they play;

Hunger will break, to suck a bone. They light, they inurmur, then begia

Want, oft in times of old, we read, To lick, and so at length slip in;

Ne le mothers on their infants feed; Embracing close the couple lies,

And now constrain'd this matron mild Together dip, together rise ;

To grow hard-hearted to her child. You'd swear they love, and yet they strive Her darling child she pinch'd ; he squall'd; Which shall be sank, and which sorvive.

In haste the favourite footman's call'd, Such feigu'd amours, and real hate,

To pacify the peevish chit; Attend the matrimonial state ;

For who but he could do the feat? When sacred vows are bought and sold,

He, smarting sore, refns'd to play; And hearts are ty'd with threads of gold.

But badle man Thomas beat mamma A nymph there was, who ('tis averrid

She, laughing, soon avow'd her fiame By Fame) was born withont a beard:

By various signs that want a name. A certain sign, the learn'd declare,

The lacquey saw, with trembling joy, That (guarded with uncommon care)

Gay humour dancing in her eye; Her virtue might remain at'ten

And straight, with equal fury fird, Impregnable to boys or mon.

Began th' attack; the dame retir'd; But from that era we'll proceed,

And haply falling as she fled, To find her in a ricow's weed;

He beat her till she lay for dead; Which, all Lore's chronicles agree,

But (with new vigour for the strife) She wore just turn’d of twenty-three;

Soon with a sigh return’d to life. For an old sot she call'd her mate,

Think ye she'd e'er forgive her son, For jewels, pin-money, and plate

For what the naughty man had done? The dame, possessid of wealth and ease,

She did ; yet, spited with his pain, Had no more appetites to please;

He sounds th' alarm to charge again. That which provokes wild girls to wed,

But, 'squire, consult your potent ally, Fie! It ne'er enter'd in her bead.

Whether he's yet prepar'd to rallyYet some prolific planet smil'd,

Yes; blood is hot on either side ; And gave the pair a chopping child;

Another combat must be try'd. Entitled by the law to claim

She knew the foe could do no more, Her husband's chattels, and his name:

Than at the first attack she bore ; But was so like his mother! She

So at his little malice smil'd, The queen of love, her Cupid he.

And cry'd, “ Come on !--to please the child."
This matron fair, for spouse deceas'd,
Had sorrow'd sore, a week at least;
And seem'd to grudge the worins that prey,
Which had lain dead full many a day.
From plays and balls she now refrain'd,

To a dark room by custom chain'd;
And not a male, for love or gold,

“ My better self, my hearen, my joy ! But the dear hopes of two years old.

While thus imparadis'd I lie, The maids, so long in prison pent,

Transported in thy circling arms Ask lave to air; she gives consent

With fresh variety of charms; (For health is riches to the poor):

From Fate I scarce can think to crave But Tom must stay to guard the door.

A bliss, but what in thee I have. In reading Sherlock she'd employ

Twelve months, my dear, have past, since thou Her solitude, and tend the boy.

Didst plight to me thy virgin row; When madam sees the coast is clear,

Twelve months in rapture spent! for they Hos spirits mantle and career,

Seem shorter than St. Lucy's day: Diffusing ardour throngh her mien;

A bright example we shall prove Pity they should condense to spleen!

Of lasting matrimonial love. But now by honour she's confin'd,

“ Meanwhile, I beg the gods to grant, Who flutter'd once as free as wind:

(The only favour that I want) And on a masquerading morn

That I may not survive, to sce By six securely could return;

My happiness expire with thee. Having, to seal bim safe till nine,

O! should I lose my dearest dear, With opium drugg'd her spouse's wine.

By thee, and all that's good, I swear, This the gay world no worse would hold,

I'd give myself the fatal blow, Than had she only chang'd his gold :

And wait thee to the world below." The species answer'd all demands,

When Wheedle thus to spouse in bed And only pass'd through other hands.

Spoke the best things he e'er had read ; But Honour now prescribes the law,

Madam, surpris'd, (you must suppose it) The tyrant keeps ber will in awe;

Had lock'd a Templar in the closet; For charity forbid to roam,

A youth of pregnant parts, and worth, And not a chitterling at home.

To play at piquet, and so forthWhat! a large stomach, and no meat!

This way, when he had heard the whole, In pity, Love, provide a treat ;

Denurely to the curtain stole, Can widows feed on dreams and wishes,

And, peeping in, with soleitin tone Like hags on visionary dishes ?

Cry'd out, “O man! thy days are doneo



The gods are fearful of the worst,

When murmuring in the melting joys of love, And send ine, Death, to fetch thee first;

Round yours my curling limbs began to move: To save their favourite from self-murder,

But now the bright Sicilian maids adore Lo! thus I execute their order."

The youth, who seem'd so fond of me before: “ Hold, sir! for second thoughts are best," Send back, send back my fugitive! for he The husband cry'd : " 'Tis my request,

Will vow to you the vows he made to me: With pleasure to prolong my life.”

That smooth Jeceiving tongue of his can charm “ Your meaning ?"-" Pray, sir, take my

wife." The coyest ear, the ronghest pride disarm.

0, aid thy poetess, great queen of love,
Auspicious to my growing passion prove !
Fortune was cruel to my tender age,

And still pursues with unrelenting rage.

Of parents, whilst a child, I was berett,
To the wide world an helpless orphan left:
My brother, in a strumpet's vile embrace,
Lavish'd a large estate to buy disgrace,

And, doom'd to traffic, on the main is tost,
WHAT, after all my art, will you demand, Winning, with danger, what with shame he lost;
Before the whole is read, the writer's hand ? And vows revenge on me, who dar'd to blame
And could you guess from whom this letter came? His conduct, and was careful of his fame :
Before you saw it sign'd with Sappho's name? And then (as if the woes ( bore beside
Don't wonder, since I'm form'd for lyrics, why Were yet too light) my little daughter dy'da
The strain is turn’d to plaintive elegv;

But after all these pangs of sorrow past,
I mourn my slighted lore; alas ! my lute, A worse came on, for Phaon came at last!
And sprightly odes, would ill with sorrow snit. No gems, nor rich embroider'd silks, I wear ;
rin scorch'd, i barn, like fields of corn on fire, No inore in artful curls I comb my hair;
When winds to fan the furious blaze conspire: No golden threacis the wavy locks enwrcathy
To faining Etna Phaon's pleas'd to roamn,

Nor Syrian oils diffusive odours breathe :
But Sappho feels a fiercer fame at home.

Why should I put such gay allurements on,
No more my thoughts in even numbers flow, Now he, the darling of my soul, is gone?
Verse best befits a mind devoid of woe.

Soft is my breast, and ķeen the killing dart,
No more I court the nymphs I once carest, And he who gave the wound deserves my heart :
But Phaon rules unrivall'd in my breast.

My fate is fix'd, for sure the Fates decreed
Fair is thy face, thy youth is fit for jay ;

That he should wound, and Sappho's bosom bleed.
A fatal face to me, too cruel boy!

By the smooth blandishments of verse betray'd,
Buslav'd to those enchanting looks, that wear In vain I call my reason to my aid;
The blush of Bacchus and Apollo's air ;

The Muse is faithless to the fair at best,
Assume the garb of either god, in thee

But fatal in a love-sick lady's breast.
We every grace of either god may see;

Yet is it strange so sweet a youth should dart
Yet they confess'd the power of female charms, Flames so resistless to a woman's heart?
In Daphne's flight and Ariadne's arms;

Him had Aurora scen, he soon had seiz'd
Tho' neither nymph was fam'd for wit, to move, Her soul, and Cephalus no more had pleas'd:
With melting airs, the rigid soul to love.

Chaste Cynthia, did she once behold his charins, To me the Muse vouchsafes celestial fire,

For Phaon's would forsake Endymion's arms;
And my soft numbers glow with warm desire; Venus would bear hiin to her bower above,
Alcæus and myself alike she crown'd,

But there she dreads a rival in his love.
For softness I, and he for strength, renown'd. O fair perfection thou, nor youth, nor boy,
Beauty, 'tis true, penurious Fate denies,

Fix'd in the bright meridian point for joy!
But wit iny want of beauty well supplies :

Come, on my panting breast thy head recline,
My shape, I own, is short, but yet my name Thy love I ask not, only sufler mine:
Is far diffus'd, and fills the voice of Fame. While this I ask, (but ask, I fear, in vain)
If I'm not fair, young Perscus did adore

See how my falling tears the letter stain.
The swarthy graces of the royal Moor":

At least, why would you not vouchsafe to show The milk-white doyes with mottled mates are join'd, A kind regret, and say, “ My dear, adieu !" And the gay parrot to the turtle's kind:

Nor parting kiss I gave, nor tender tear, But if you'll Hy from Love's connubial rites, My ruin flew on swifter wings than fear: Till one as charming as yourself invites,

My wrongs, too safely treasur'd in my mind, None of our sex can ever bless your bed;

Are all the pledges Phaon left behind; Ne'er think of wooing, for you ne'er can wed. Nor could I make my last desire to thee, Yet, when you read my verse, you lik'd each Sometimes to cast a pitying thought on me. line,

But, gods! when first the killing news I heard,
And swore no numbers were so sweet as mine ; What pale arazement in my looks appear'd!
I sang (that pleasing image still is plain, Awhile o'erwhelm'd with unexpected woe,
Such tender things we lovers long retain!)

My tongue forbore to speak, my eyes to flow.
And ever when the warbling notes I rais'd, But when my sense was waken'd to despair,
You with fierce kisses stifled what you prais'do I beat my tender breast, and tore my hair:
Some winning grace in every act you found, As a distracted mother weeps forlorn,
But in full tides of ecstasy were drown'd;

When to the grave her fondling babe is borne.

Meanwhile my cruel brother, for relief,

With scorn insults me, and derides my grief:

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* Poor soul!” he cries, “ I doubt she grows sin But, Phaon, why should I this toil endure, cere;

When thy return would soon complete the cure! Her daughter is return'd to life, I fear."

Thy beauty, and its balmy power, would be Mindless of fame, I to the world reveal

A Phæbus and Leucadian rock to me.
The love so long I labour'd to conceal.

O harder than the rock to which I go,
Thou, thou art fame, and all the world, to me; And deafer than the waves that war below!
All day I dote, and dream all night of thee: Think yet, oh think ! shall future ages tell
Though Phaon fly to regions far remote,

That I to Phaon's scorn a victim fell !
By sleep his image to my bed is brought :

Or hadst thou rather see this tender breast Around my neck thy fond embraces twine, Bruis'd on the clift, than close to Phaon's prest? Anon I think my arms encircle thine:

This breast, which, fill'd with bright poetic fire, Then the warm wishes of my soul I speak,

You made me once believe you did admire ?
Which from my tongue in dying murmurs break: O could it now supply me with address
Heavens! with thy balmy lips my lips are prest: To plead my cause, and court thee with success!
And then! ah then !-I blush to write the rest. But mighty woes my genius quite control,
Thus in my dreams the bright ideas play,

And damp the rising vigour of my soul:
And gild the glowing scenes of fancy gay: No more, ye Lesbian nymphs, desire a song,
With life alone my lingering love must end, Mute is my voice, my lute is all unstrung.
On thee my love, my life, my all, depend. My Phaon's fed, who made my fancy shine,

But at the dawning day my pleasures fleet, (Ah! yet I scarce forbear to call him-mine.)
And I (too soon !) perceive the dear deceit : Phaon is filed! but bring the youth again,
In caves and groves 1 seck to calm my grief; Inspiring ardours will revive my vein.
The caves and groves afford mc no relief.

But why, alas ! this unavailing prayer? Frantic I rove, disorder'd with despair,

Vain are my vows, and ficet with common air: And to the winds unbind my scatter'd hair.

My vows the winds disperse, and make their sport, I find the shades, which to our joys were kind, But ne'er will waft him to the Lesbian port. But my false Phaon there no more I find :

Yet if you purpose to return, 'tis wrong With him the caves were cool, the grove was green, To let your mistress languish here so long : But now his absence withers all the scene :

Venus for your fair voyage will compose There weeping, I the grassy couch survey, The sea, for from the sea the goddess rose : Where side by side we once together lay :

Cupid, assisted with propitious gales, I fall where thy forsaken print appears,

Will hand the rudder, and direct the sails. And the kind turf imbibes my flowing tears. But, if relentless to my prayer you prove, The birds and trees to grief assistance bring, If still, unkind without a cause, you'll rove, These drop their leaves, and they forbear to sing : And ne'er to Sappho's longing eyes restore Poor Philomel, of all the quire, alune

That object, which her hourly vows implore ; For mangled Itys warbles out her moan;

'Twill be compassion now t'avow your hate; Her moan for him trills sweetly through the grove, Write, and confirm the rigour of my fate! While Sappho sings of ill-requited lore.

Then, steel'd with resolution by despair,
To this dear solitude th: Naïads bring

For cure I'll to the kinder seas repair :
Their fruitful urns, to forin a silver spring: That last relief for love-sick minds I'll try;
The trees, that on the shady margin grow,

Phæbus may grant what Phaon could deny.
Are green above, the banks are green below:
Here, while by sorrow lull'd askep I lay,
Thus said the guardian nymph, or scem'd to say:
“ Fly, Sappho, fly! to cure this deep despair,

To the Leucadian rock in haste repair;
High on whose hoary top an awful fane,
To Phæbus rear'd, surveys the subject main.

This desperate cure, of old, Deucalion try'd,
For love to fury wrought by Pyrrha's pride ;

Tur ancients have left us little farther account Into the waves, as holy rites require,

of Phaon, than that he was an old mariner, whom Headlong he leap'd, and quench'd his hopeless

Venus transformed into a very beautiful youth, fire :

whom Sappho, and sereral other lesbian ladis, Her frozen breast a sudd n flame subdued, fell passionately in love with; and therefore I And she who fled the youth, the youth pursued. thought it might be pardonable to vary the cire Like him, to give thy raging passion ease,

cumstances of his story, an:to add what I thought Precipitate thyself into the seas.”

propar in the following epistle. This said, she disappear'd. 1, deadly wan, Rose up, and gushing tears unbounded ran : " I fly, ye nymphs, I ly! thongh fear assail I soon perceiv'd from whence pour letter came, The woman, yet the lorer l..ust prevail.

Before I saw it sign d with Sappho's naine : lui death what terrours can observe my care? Such tender thoughts, in such a flowing verse, The pangs of death are , nir ihan despair. Did Phæbus to tae flying nymph rehearse; Ye winds, and, Cupid, toou, to m:et my fall, Yet late was waf to all bis powerful charms, Your downy pinious spread! my weight is sinall." And tore the beauteons Daphine from his arms! Thus rescued, to the god of verse I'll bow,

With such concern your passion I survey, Hang up my lute, and thus inseribe my row: As when I view a vessei toss'd at sea; “ To Phæbus grateful Sappho gave this lute; I beg each friendly pouer the storin may ctase, The gitt did both the god and giver suit.”

And every warring wave be lulld in prace.

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