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Now let a hero's arms a coward vest,

Let him return to that opprobrious field; And he, who shunn'd all honours, gain the best; Again creep, under my protecting shield: And let me stand excluded from my right, Let him lie wounded, let the foe be near, Robb’d of my kinsman's arms, who first appear'd And let his quivering heart confess his fear; in fight.

There put him in the very jaws of Pate; Better for us, at home he had remain'd,

And let him plead his cause in that estate: Had it been true the madness which he feign'd, And yet, when snatch'd from Death, when from Or so believ'd; the less had been our shame,

below The less his counsell'd crime, which brands the My lifted shield I loos’d and let him go, [bound Grecian name;

Good Heavens, how light he rose, with what a Nor Philoctetes had been left enclos'd

He sprung from Earth, forgetful of his wound: In a bare isle, to wants and pains expos'd, How fresh, how eager then his feet to ply; Where to the rocks, with solitary groans,

Who had not strength to stand, had speed to fly! His sufferings and our baseness he bemoans; Hector came on, and brought the gods along; And wishes (so may Heaven his wish fulfil) Fear seiz'd alike the feeble and the strong: The due reward to him who caus'd his ill. Each Greek was an Ulysses; such a dread Now he, with us to Troy's destruction sworn, Th’approach, and ev'n the sound, of Hector bred: Our brother of the war, by whom are borne Him, feshed with slaughter, and with conquest Alcides' arrows, pent in narrow bounds,

crown'd, With cold and hunger pinch'd, and pain'd with I met, and over-turn'd him to the ground. wounds,

When after, matchless as he deem'd in might, To find him food and clothing, must employ He challeng'd all our host to single fight. Against the birds the shafts due to the fate of All eyes were fix'd on me: the lots were thrown; Troy.

But for your champion I was wish'd alone : [yield; Yet still he lives, and lives from treason free, Your vows were heard; we fought, and neither Because he left Ulysses' company:

Yet I return'd unvanquish'd from the field. Poor Palamede might wish, so void of aid With Jove to friend th’insuiting Trojan came, Rather to have been left, than so to death betray'd. And menac'd us with force, our fleet with flame: The coward bore the man immortal spite,

Was it the strength of this tonguc-valiant lord, Who sham'd him out of madness into fight: In that black hour that sav'd you from the sword? Nor, daring otherwise to vent his hate;

Or was my breast expos'd alone, to brave Accus'd him first of treason to the state;

A thousand swords, a thousand ships to save? And then for proof produc'd the golden store The hopes of your return! and can you yield, Himself had hidden in his tent before:

For a sav'd fleet, less than a single shield? Thus of two champions he depriv'd our host, Think it no boast, O Grecians, if I deem By exile one, and one by treason lost.

These arms want Ajax, more than Ajax them; Thus fights Ulysses, thus his fame extends, Or, I with them an equal honour share; A formidable man, but to his friends:

They honour'd to be worn, and I to wear. Great, for what greatness is in words and sound: Will he compare my courage with his flight ? Er'n faithful Nestor less in both is found : As well he may compare the day with night. Bat that he might without a rival reign,

Night is indeed the province of bis reign: He left his faithful Nestor on the plain;

Yet all his dark exploits no more contain,
Forsook his friend ev'n at his utmost need, Than a spy taken, and a sleeper slain;
Who, tir'd and tardy, with his wounded steed, A priest marle prisoner, Pallas made a prey :
Cry'd out for aid, and call'd him by his name; But none of all these actions done by day:
But Cowardice has neither ears nor shame : Nor aught of these was done and Diomede away.
Thus fled the good old man, bereft of aid,

If on such petty merits you confer
And, for as much as lay in him, betray'd. So vast a prize, let each his portion share;
That this is not a fable forg'd by me,

Make a just dividend; and if not all,
Like one of his, an Ulyssean lie,

The greater part to Diomede will fall. I vouch ev'n Diomede, who, though his friend, But why for Ithacus such arms as those, Cannot that act excuse, much less defend : Who naked and by night invades his foes? He called him back aloud, and tax'd his fear; 'The glittering helm by moonlight will proclaim And sure enough he heard, but durst not hear. The latent robber, and prevent his game :

The gods with equal eyes on mortals look; Nor could he hold his tottering head upright He justly was forsaken, who forsook :

Beneath that motion, or sustain the weight; Wanted that succour he refus'd to lend,

Nor that right arm could toss the beamy lance; Foand every fellow such another friend :

Much less the left that ampler shield advance, No wonder, if he roar'd that all might hear, Ponderous with precious weight, and rough with His elocution was increas'd by fear:

Of the round world in rising gold emboss'd. [cost I heard, I ran, I found him out of breath, That orb would ill become his hand to wield, Pale, trembling, and half dead with fear of death. And look as for the gold he stole the shield; Though he had judg'd himself by his own laws, Which should your errour on the wretch bestow, And stood condemn'd, I help'd the common cause: It would not frighten, but allure the foe : With my broad buckler hid him from the foe, Why asks he, what avails him not in fight, (Evin the shield trembling as he lay below) And would but cumber and retard his flight, And from impending fate the coward freed: In which his only excellence is plac'd ? Good Heaven forgive me for so bad a deed! You give him death, that intercept his haste. If still he will persist, and urge the strife, Add, that his own is yet a maiden-shield, First let him give me back his forfeit life: Nor the least dint has suffer'd in the field,

Guiltless of fight: mine batterd, hew'd, and bord, I not presume on every act to dwell,
Worn out of service, must forsake his lord. But take these few, in order as they fell.
What farther need of words our right to scan ? “ Thetis, who knew the Fates, apply'd her care
My arguments are deeds, let action speak the man. To keep Achilles in disguise from war;
Since from a champion's arms the strise arose, And, tiil the threatening influence were past,
So cast the glorious prize amid the foes;

A woman's habit on the hero cast,
Then send us to redeein both arms and shield, All eyes were cozen'd by the borrow'd vest,
And let him wear who wins them in the field.” And Ajax (never wiser than the rest)

He said : a murmur from the multitude, Found no Pelides there: at length I came
Or somewhat like a stifled shout, ensucd : With proffer'd wares to this pretended dame ;
Till from his seat arose Laertes' son,

She, not discover'd by her mien or voice, Look'd down awhile, and paus'd ere he begun; Betray'd her manhood by her manly choice; Then to th' expecting audience rais'd his look, And while on female toys her fellows look, And not without prepard attention spoke : Grasp'd in her warlike hand, a javelin shook; Soft was his tone, and sober was his face; Whom, by this act reveal'd, I thus bespoke: Action his words, and words his actiongrace.(prayer, 'O goddess-born! resist not Heaven's decret,

“If Heaven, my lords, had heard our common The fall of llium is reserv'd for thee;' These arms had caus'd no quarrel for an heir ; Then, seiz'd him, and, produc'd in open light, Still great Achilles had his own possess'd, Sent blushing to the field the fatal knight. And we with great Achilles had been bless'd. Mine then are all his actions of the war; But since bard Fate, and Heaven's severe decree, Great Telephus was conquer'd by my spear, Have ravish'd him away from you and me And after cur'd: to me the Thebans owe, (At this he sigh'd, and wip'd his eyes, and drew, Lesbos and Tenedos, their overthrow; Or seem'd to draw, some drops of kindly dew) Scyros and Cylla: not on all to dwell, Who better can succeed Achilles lost,

By me Lyrnesus and strong Chrysa fell: Than he who gave Achilles to your host?

And since I sent the man who Hector slew, This only I request, that neither he

To me the noble Hector's death is due : May gain, by being what he seems to be, Those arins I put into his living hand, A stupid thing, nor I may lose the prize, Those arms, Pelides dead, I now demand. By having sense, which Heaven to him denies : “When Greece was injur'd in the Spartan prince, Since, great or small, the talent I enjoy'd And met at Aulis to revenge th' offence, Was ever in the common cause employ'd : 'Twas a dead calm, or adverse blasts, that reign'd, Nor let my wit, and wouted eloquence,

And in the port the wind-bound fleet detain'd: Which often has been us'd in your defence

Bad signs were seen, and oracles severe And in my own, this only time be brought Were daily thunderd in our general's ear: To bear against myself, and deern'd a fault. That by his daughter's blood we must appease Make not a crime where Nature made it none; Diana's kindled wrath, and free the seas. For every man may freely use his own.

Affection, interest, fame, his heart assail'd; The deeds of long-descended ancestors

But soon the father o'er the king prevail'd: Are but by grace of imputation ours,

Bold, on himself he took the pious crime, Theirs in effect : but since he draws his line As angry with the gods, as they with him, From Jove, and seems to plead a right divine; No subject could sustain their sovereign's look, From Jove, like him, I claim my pedigree, Till this hard enterprize I undertook : And am descended in the same degree:

I only durst th’imperial power control, My sire, Laertes, was Arcesius' heir,

And undermin’d the parent in his soul; Arcesius was the son of Jupiter:

Forc'd him t exert the king for common good, No parricide, no banish'd man, is known

And pay our ransom with his daughter's blood. In all my line: let him excuse his own.

Never was cause more difficult to plead, Hermes ennobles too my mother's side,

Than where the judge against himself decreed: By both my parents to the gods ally'd;

Yet this I won by dint of argument; But not because that on the female part

The wrongs his injur'd brother underwent, My blood is better, dare I claim desert,

And his own office, sham'd him to consent. Or that my sire from parricide is free;

“ 'Twas harder yet to move the mother's mind, But judge by merit betwixt him and me:

And to this heavy task was I design'd: The prize be to the best; provided yet,

Reasons against her love I knew were vain : That Ajax for a while his kin forget,

I circumvented whom I could not gain : And his great sire, and greater uncle's name, Had Ajax been employ'd, our slacken'd sails To fortify by them his feeble claim:

Had still at Aulis waited happy gales. Be kindred and relation laid aside,

“ Arriv'd at Troy, your choice was fix'd on me, And honour's cause, by laws of honour try'd : A fearless envoy, fit for a bold embassy : For if he plead proximity of blood,

Secure, I enter'd through the hostile court, That empty title is with ease withstood.

Glittering with steel and crouded with resort : Peleus, the hero's sire, more nigh than he, There in the midst of arms, 1 plead our cause, And Pyrrhus bis undoubted progeny,

Urge the foul rape, and violated laws; Inherit first these trophies of the field;

Accuse the foes, as authors of the strife, To Scyros, or to Phthia, send the shield:

Reproach the ravisher, demand the wife. And Teucer has an uncle's right; yet he

Priam, Antenor, and the wiser fcw, Waves his pretensions, nor contends with me. I mov'd; but Paris and his lawless crew [stood

Then, since the cause on pure desert is plac'd, Scarce held their hands, and lifted swords : but Whence shall I take my rise, what reckon last? In act to quench their impious thirst of blood :

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This Menelaus knows; expos'd to share

And let dull Ajax bear away my right With me the rough preludium of the war.

When all his days out-balance this one night. “ Endless it were to tell what I have done, “ Nor fought I darkling still: the Sun beheld In arms, or counsel, since thc siege begun: With slaughter'd Lycians when I strew'd the field: The first encounters past, the foe repellid,

You saw and counted, as I pass'd along, They skalk'd within the town, we kept the field, Alastor, Cromius, Ceranos the strong, War seem'd asleep for nine long years; at length, Alcander, Prytanis, and Halius, Both sides resolv'd to push, we try'd our strength, Noemon, Charopes, and Ennomus, Now what did Ajax while our arms took breath, Choon, Chersidamas; and five beside, Vers'd only in the gross mechanic trade of death? Men of obscure descent, but courage try'd : If you require my deeds, with ambush'd arms All these this hand laid breathless on the ground; I trapp'd the foe, or tir'd with false alarms; Nor want I proofs of many a manly wound : Secur'd the ships, drew lines along the plain, All honest, all before : believe not me; The fainting cheerd, chastis'd the rebel-train, Words may deceive, but credit what you see." Provided forage, our spent arms renew'd;

At this be bar'd his breast, and show'd his scars, Employ'd at home, or sent abroad, the common As of a furrow'd field, well plough'd with wars; cause pursued.

“ Nor is this part unexercis'd,” said he ; “ The king, deluded in a dream by Jove, “ That giant bulk of his from wounds is free : Despair'd to take the town, and order'd to remove. Safe in his shield he fears no foe to try, What subject durst arraign the power supreme,

And better manages bis blood than I: Producing Jove to justify his dream?

But this avails me not; our boaster strove Ajax might wish the soldiers to retain

Not with our foes alone, but partial Jove, From shameful flight, but wishes were in vain; To save the fleet: this I confess is true, As wanting of effect had been his words,

(Nor will I take from any man his due) Such as of course his thundering tongue affords. But thus assuming all, he robs from you. But did this boaster threaten, did he pray,

Some part of honour to your share will fall, Or by his own example urge their stay?

He did the best indeed, but did not all. None, none of these, but ran himself away. Patrocles in Achilles' arms, and thought I saw him run, and was asham'd to see;

The chief he seem'd, with equal ardour fought; Who ply'd his feet so fast to get aboard as he? Preserv'd the fleet, repell’d the raging fire, Then, speeding through the place, I made a And forc'd the fearful Trojans to retire. stand,

“ But Ajax boasts, that he was only thought And loudly cry'd, 'O base degenerate band, A match for Hector, who the combat sought: To leave a town already in your hand,

Sure he forgets the king, the chiefs, and me; After so long expense of blood, for fame,

All were 23 eager for the fight as he ; To bring home nothing but perpetual shaine!' He, but the ninth, and, not by public voice, These words, or what I have forgotten since, Or ours preferr'd, was only Fortune's choice : (For grief inspired me then with eloquence) They fought; nor can our hero boast th’ event, Reduc'd their minds, they leave the crowded port, For Hector from the field unwounded went. And to their late forsaken camp resort;

“ Why am I forc'd to name that fatal day, Dismay'd the council met: this man was there, That snatch'd the prop and pride of Greece away? But mute, and not recoverd of his fear :

I saw Pelides sink, with pious grief, Thersites tax'd the king, and loudly rail'd, And ran in vain, alas ! to his relief; But his wide-opening mouth with blows I seald. For the brave soul was fled: full of my friend, Then, rising, I excite their souls to fame,

I rush'd amid the war, his relics to defend : And kindle sleeping virtue into fame.

Nor ceas'd my toil till I redeem'd the prey, From thence, whatever he perform'd in fight And, loaded with Achilles, march'd away: Is justly mine who drew him back from flight. Those arms, which on these shoulders then I bore,

“Which of the Grecian chiefsconsorts with thee? | 'Tis just you to these shoulders should restore. But Diomede desires my company,

You see I want not nerves, who could sustain
And still communicates his praise with me. The ponderous ruins of so great a man:
As guided by a god, secure he goes,

Or if in others equal force you find,
Arm'd with my fellowship, amid the foes : None is endued with a more grateful mind.
And sure no little merit I may boast,

“ Did Thetis then, ambitious in her care, Whom such a man selects from such an host; These arms thus labour'd for her son prepare, l'nforc'd by lots, I went without affright,

That Ajax after him the heavenly gift should wear? To dare with him the dangers of the night :

For that dull soul to stare with stupid eyes, On the same errand sent, we met the spy

On the learn'd unintelligible prize! Of Hector, double-tongued, and us'd to lie; What are to him the sculptures of the shield, Him I dispatcb'd, but not till, undermind, Heaven's planets, Earth, and Ocean's watery field? I drew him first to tell what treacherous Troy The Pleiads, Hyads; less and greater Bear, design'd:

Undipp'd in seas; Orion's angry star; My task perform'd, with praise I had retird, Two differing cities, grav'd on either hand ? But, pot content with this, to greater praise aspir’d; Would he wear arms he cannot understand? Invaded Rbæsus, and bis Thracian crew,

“ Beside, what wise objections he prepares And him, and his, in their own strength, 1 slew; Against my late accession to the wars! Return'd a victor, all iny vows complete,

Does not the fool perceive his argument
With the king's chariot, in his royal seat: Is with more force against Achilles bent?
Refuse m now his arms, wbose fiery steeds

For if dissembling be so great a crime,
Were promis'd to the spy for his nocturnal deeds: The fault is common, and the same in him:

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And if he taxes both of long delay,

Why point'st thou to my partner of the My guilt is less, who sooner came away.

war? His pious mother, anxious for his life,

Tydides had indeed a worthy share Detain'd her son ; and me, my pious wife. In all my toil and praise; but when thy might To them the blossoms of our youth were due: Our ships protected, didst thou singly fight? Our riper manhood we reserv'd for you.

All join'd, and thou of many wert but one; But grant me guilty, 'tis not much my care, I ask'd no friend, nor had, but him alone: When with so great a man my guilt I, share: Who, had be not been well assur'd, that art My wit to war the matchless hero brought, And conduct were of war the better part, But by this fool he never bad been caught. And more avail'd than strength, my valiant “ Nor need I wonder, that on me he threw

friend Such foul aspersions, when he spares not you: Had urg'd a better right, than Ajax can pretend: If Palamede unjustly fell by me,

As good at least Eurypylus may claim, Your honour suffer'd in th' unjust decree;

And the more moderate Ajax of the name: I but accus'd, you doom'd: and yet he dy'd, The Cretan king, and his brave charioteer, Convine'd of treason, and was fairly try'd : And Menelans bold with sword and spear: You heard not he was false; your eyes beheld All these had been my rivals in the shield, The traitor manifest; the bribe reveald.

And yet all these to my pretensions yield. “ That Philoctetes is on Lemnos left,

Thy boisterous hands are then of use, when I Wounded, forlorn, of human aid bereft,

With this directing head those bands apply. Is not my crime, or not my crime alone;

Brawn without brain is thine: my prudent care Defend your justice, for the fact's your own : Foresees, provides, administers the war: 'Tis true, th’advice was mine; that staying there Thy province is to fight, but when shall be He might his weary limbs with rest repair, The time to fight, the king consults with me: From a long voyage free, and from a longer war. No dram of judgment with thy force is joind; He took th'counsel, and he lives at least; Thy body is of profit, and my mind. Th'event declares I counsell'd for the best : By how inuch more the ship of safety owes Though faith is all, in ministers of state ;

To him who steers, than him that only rows; For who can promise to be fortunate?

By how much more the captain merits praise Now since his arrows are the fate of Troy,

Than he who fights, and fighting but obeys; Do not my wit, or weak address, employ; By so much greater is my worth than thine, Send Ajax there, with his persuasive sense, Who canst but execute what I design. To mollify the man, and draw him thence: What gain'st thou, brutal man, if I confess But Xanthus shall run backward ; Ida stand Thy strength superior, when thy wit is less ? A leafless mountain; and the Grecian band Mind is the man: I claim my whole desert Shall fight for Troy; if, when my counsels fail, From the mind's vigour, and th' immortal part. The wit of heavy Ajax can prevail.

“ But you, O Grecian chiefs, reward my care, “ Hard Philoctetes, exercise thy spleen

Be grateful to your watchman of the war: Against thy fellows, and the king of men; For all my labours in so long a space, Curse my devoted head, above the rest,

Sure I may plead a title to your grace: And wish in arms to meet me breast to breast : Enter the town; I then unbarr'd the gates, Yet I the dangerous task will undertake,

When I remov'd their tutelary fates. And either die myself, or bring thee back.

By all our common hopes, if hopes they be “ Nor doubt the same success, as when before Which I have now reduc'd to certainty; The Phrygian prophet to these tents 1 bore, By falling Troy, by yonder tottering towers, Surpriz’d by night, and forc'd him to declare And by their taken gods, which now are ours; In what was plac'd the fortune of the war; Or if there yet a farther task remaius, Heaven's dark decrees and answers to display, To be perform’d by prudence or by pains; And how to take the town, and where the secret If yet some desperate action rests behind, lay :

That asks high conduct, and a dauntless mind; Yet this I compass'd, and from Troy convey'd If ought be wanting to the Trojan doom, The fatal image of their guardian maid:

Which none but I can manage and o'ercome; That work was mine; for Pallas, though our friend, Award those arins I ask, by your decree: Yet while she was in 'Troy, did Troy defend. Or give to this what you refuse to me." Now what has Ajax done, or what design'd?

He ceas'd: and ceasing with respect he bow'd, A noisy nothing, and an empty wind.

And with his hand at once the fatal statue shond. If he be what he promises in show,

Heaven, air, and ocean rung, with loud applause. Why was I sent, and why fear'd be to go?

And by the general vote he gain'd his cause. Our boasting champion thought the task not light Thus conduct won the prize, when courage fail'd, To pass the guards, commit himself to night : And eloquence o'er brutal force prevail'd. Not only through a hostile town to pass, But scale, with steep ascent, the sacred place;

THE DEATH OF AJAX. With wandering steps to search the citadel, And from the priests their patroness to steal : He who could often, and alone, withstand Then through surrounding foes to force my way, The foe, the fire, and Jove's own partial hand, And bear in triumph home the heavenly prey; Now cannot his unmaster'd grief sustain, Which had I not, Ajax in vain had held,

But yields to rage, to madness, and disdain ; Before that monstrous bulk, his sevenfold shield. Then snatching out his fauchion, “ Thou,” said That night to conquer Troy I might be said, When Troy was liable to conquest made.

“ Art mine; Ulysses lays no claim to thee.




often try'd, and ever trusty sword,

Thus, warn'd in vain, with stalking pace he st.ude, Now do thy last kind office to thy lord :

And stamp'd the margin of the briny tlood 'Tis Ajax who requests thy aid, to show

With heavy steps; and, weary, sought agaiu None but himself, himself could overthrow,” The cool retirement of his gloomy den. He said, and, with so good a will to die,

A promontory,, sharpening by degrees, Did to his breast the fatal point apply,

Ends in a wedge, and overlooks the seas: It found bis heart, a way till then unknown, On either side, below, the water flows: Where never weapon enter'd but his own :

This airy walk the giant-lover chose; No hands could force it thence, so fixt it stood, Here on the midst he sate; his flocks, unled, Till out it rush'd, expelld by streams of spouting Their shepherd follow'd, and securely fed. blood.

A pine, so burly, and of length so vast, The fruitful blood produc'd a flower, which grew That sailing ships requir'd it for a mast, On a green stem; and of a purple hue :

He wielded for a staff, his steps to guide: Like his, whom, unaware, Apollo slew:

But laid it by, his whistle while he try'd. Inscrib'd in both, the letters are the same,

A hundred reeds, of a prodigious growth,
But those express the grief, and these the name. Scarce made a pipe proportion'd to his mouth :

Which, when he gave it wind, the rocks around,
And watery plains, the dreadful hiss resound.
I heard the ruffian shepherd rudely blow,
Where, in a hollow cave, I sat below;

On Acis' bosom I my head reclin'd:
ACIS, POLYPHEMUS, AND GALATEA. And still preserve the poem in my mind.

“ O lovely Galatea, whiter far

Than falling snows and rising lilies are;

More flowery than the meads, as crystal bright;

Erect as alders, and of equal height : Acis, the lovely youth, whose loss I mourn, More wanton than a kid ; more sleek thy skin From Faunus, and the nymph Symethis born,

Than orient shells, that on the shores are seen : Was both his parents pleasure; but to me

Than apples fairer, when the boughs they lade ; Was all that Love could make a lover be.

Pleasing, as winter suns, or summer shade: The gods our minds in mutual bands did join : More grateful to the sight, than goodly plains ; I was his only joy, and he was mine.

And softer to the touch, than down of swans, Now sixteen summers the sweet youth had seen; Or curds new turn'd; and sweeter to the taste, And doubtful down began to shade his chin : Than swelling grapes, that to the vintage haste: When Polyphemus first disturb'd our joy,

More clear than ice, or running streams, that stray And lov'd me fiercely, as I lov'd the boy.

Through garden plots, but ah! more swift than Ask not which passion in my soul was higher, Yet, Galatea, harder to be broke [they. My last aversion, or my first desire :

Than bullocks, unreclaim'd to bear the yoke: Nor this the greater was, nor that the less; And far more stubborn than the knotted oak: Both were alike, for both were in excess,

Like sliding streams, impossible to hold; Thee, Venus, thee both Heaven and Earth obey; Like them fallacious; like their fountains, cold: Immense thy power, and boundless is thy sway. More warping, than the willow, to decline The Cyclops, who defy'd th' etherial throne, i My warm embrace; more brittle than the vine; And thought no thunder louder than his own, Immoveable, and fix'd in thy disdain : The terrour of the woods, and wilder far

Rough, as these rocks, and of a harder grain; Than wolves in plains, or bears in forests are, More violent, than is the rising flood : TH' inbuman host, who made his bloody feasts And the prais'd peacock is not half so proud : On mangled members of his butcher'd guests, Fierce as the fire, and sharp as thistles are; Yet felt the force of love and fierce desire,

And more outrageous than a mother-bear: And burnt for me, with unrelenting fire :

Deaf as the billows to the vows I make; Forgot his caverns, and his woolly care,

And more revengeful than a trodden snake: Assum'd the softness of a lover's air;

In swiftness feeter than the flying hind, And comb'd, with teeth of rakes, his rugged Or driven tempests, or the driving wind. hair.

All other faults with patience I can bear; Now with a crooked scythe bis beard he sleeks, But swiftness is the vice I only fear. And mows the stubborn stubble of his cheeks: “ Yet if you knew me well, you would not shun Now in the crystal stream he looks, to try My love, but to my wish'd embraces run: His simagres, and rolls his glaring eye.

Would languish in your turn, and court my stay; His cruelty and thirst of blood are lost;

And much repent of your unwise delay. And ships securely sail along the coast.

My palace, in the living rock, is made The prophet Telemus (arriv'd by chance By Nature's hand; a spacious pleasing shade; Where Etna's, summits to the seas advance, Which neither heat can pierce, nor cold intade. Who mark'd the tracks of every bird that few, My garden fill'd with fruits you may behold, And sure presages from their flying drew) And

grapes in clusters, imitating gold; Foretold the Cyclops, that Ulysses' hand

Some blushing bunches of a purple hue :
In his broad eye should thrust a flaming brand. And these, and those, are all res t'd for you.
The giant, with a scornful grin, reply'd,

Red strawberries in shades expecting stand,
“ Vain augur, thou hast falsely prophesy'd ; Proud to be gather'd by so white a hand.
Already Love his flaming brand has tost ; Autumnal cornels latter fruit provide,
Looking on two fair eyes, my sight I lost.” And plums, to tempt you, turn their glossy side:


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