We know little relating to these two celebrated paftoral poets: And therefore their history may be comprifed in few words. Bion was born at Smyrna, a famous city of Afia Minor, which alfo has the faireft title to the birth of Homer: For this father of poets is said to have been the fon of the river Meles, which flows not far from its walls; and therefore he is called Melefigenes. To this river Mofchus, in his Idyllium on the death of Bion, addreffes himself; and makes that fine comparison between thefe two poets: Τάτο του, οι ποταμων λιγυρωπατε, κ. τ. λ. Dear to the fountains was each tuneful fon, Mofchus was born at Syracufe, and was the difciple of Bion, as was before obferved. Suidas will have him to have been a profeffor of grammar at Syracufe: but it is certain, that when he wrote his beautiful elegy on the death of his mafter, his refidence was among the Italians, (though perhaps in those parts that lie over against Sicily, called Great Greece); and probably he fucceeded him in governing the poetic fchool. Some critics have formerly afferted, that Mofchus and Theocritus are the fame perfon; but they are fufficiently confuted by a paffage in the elegy, where Mofchus introduces Theocritus bewailing the fame misfortune in another country which he was lamenting in Italy. "The few remains of these two poets," fays Kennet," are reckoned among the fweeteft pieces "of the ancient delicacy. They feem, in a great "measure, to have neglected that blunt rufticity "and plainnefs, which was fo admired an art of "their great rival Theocritus; for they always "aim at fomething more polite and genteel, "though equally natural, in their compofitions." Mr. Longepierre obferves, that "the beauty of thefe Idylliums can never be fufficiently ad"mired. If I dare not, fays he, affirm, that these And the fair dame that fet the world on fire: two poets are fuperior to Theocritus himself; This form'd his numbers on a fofter plan, yet, I may safely aver, that in general they are And chanted shepherds loves, and peaceful Pan. more correfpondent to the taste of the prefent age; which can never be brought to relish that We are not informed in what part of the world" extreme fimplicity, which abounds in Theohe lived, though it is evident that he spent much "critus. Bion and Mofchus are not lefs natural of his time in Sicily; and there it was, probably," I too, with tears, from Italy have brought But foon juft vengeance will the wretch pursue. ocritus. than he is; but though their fimplicity is pure nature, it is lefs ruftic, and more elegant; and their poems, having a more pleafing and agreeable air, one may with juftice affirm, that Bion "has more grace, fweetness, and delicacy, and "lefs rufticity (if I may be allowed the expref"fion) than Theocritus; and that Mofchus keeps "the middle track between them both. However, if their works are not admitted among "fome for fuch true paftorals, they will certainly pafs among the best judges for better poems." 66 There is a remarkable paper in the Guardian, rals of Mr. Pope and Mr. Phillips (by the way No. 40. containing a parallel between the paftowritten by Pope himself, though the former papers on paftoral poetry were composed by Mr. Tickell). It abounds with the fineft farcaftic irony, which Phillips not having penetration enough to fee through, made an apology to Pope on the occafion, declaring that he had no hand in it, nor knew the author. It concludes thus: After all that has been faid, I hope none can think it any injuftice to Mr. Pope that I forebore to mention him as a paftoral writer: fince, upon the whole, he is of the fame clafs with Melchus and Bion, whom we have excluded that rank; and on under Ptolemy Philadelphus, who began his reign whofe eclogues, as well as fome of Virgil's, it THE WORKS OF BION. Begin, Sicilian Mufe, the mournful lay————— With him they warbled, and with him they died: The little Loves, lamenting at his doom, Beat their fair breafts, and weep around his tomb. MOSCHUS ON THE DEATH OF BION. IDYLLIUM I. IDYLLIUMS. ON THE DEATH OF ADONIS. THE death of fair Adonis 1 deplore; The lovely youth Adonis is no more: The cruel fates have cut his vital thread, And all the Loves lament Adonis dead. Ah Venus! never more in purple rest, For mournful fable change thy flow'ry vest; Thy beauteous bofom beat, thy lofs deplore Aloud with fighs, Adonis is no more! ΙΟ For the lov'd youth these copious tears I fhed, The fate of fair Adonis I deplore; 40 Flies through the thorny brake, the bri'ry wood, Oftay, dear hapless youth! for Venus ftay! "Our breasts once more let close embraces join, "And let me prefs my glowing lips to thine, 60 "Raife, lov'd Adonis, raife thy drooping head, "And kifs me ere thy parting breath be fled, "The laft fond token of affection give, 30 "O kifs thy Venus, while the kisses live; Till in my breast I draw thy lingering breath, * And with my lips imbibe thy love in death. "This farewell kifs, which forrowing thus I take, "I'll keep for ever for Adonis' fake. "Thee to the fhades the Fates untimely bring "Before the drear, inexorable king; "Yet ftill I live unhappy and forlorn; "How hard my lot to be a goddess born! "Take, cruel Proferpine, my lovely boy, "Since all that's form'd for beauty, or for joy, « Descends to thee, while I indulge my grief, "By fruitless tears foliciting relief. "Thou dy't, Adonis, and thy fate I weep, Thy love now leaves me like a dream in sleep, * Leaves me bereav'd no more a blooming bride, "With unavailing Cupids at my fide. 8c "With thee my zone, which coldest hearts could "warm, "Loft every grace, and all its power to charm. "Why didft thou urge the chafe, and rafhly dare T'encounter beafts, thyself so wond'rous fair!" Thus Venus mourn'd, and tears inceffant shed, And all the Loves bewail'd Adonis dead; Sighing they cry'd, "Ah! wretched queen, "deplore 90 "Thy joys all fled, Adonis is no more." As many drops of blood as from the wound Of fair Adonis trickled on the ground, So many tears the fhed in copious fhowers : Both tears and drops of blood were turn'd to flowers. From these in crimson beauty sprung the rose, ΙΟΙ The death of fair Adonis I deplore, The lovely youth Adonis is no more. No longer in lone woods lament the dead, 0 Queen of Love! behold the stately bed, On which Adonis, now depriv'd of breath, Seems funk in flumbers, beauteous ev'n in death. Drefs him, fair goddess, in the fofteft veft, la which he oft with thee diffolv'd to reft; On golden pillow be his head reclin'd, And let paft joys be imag'd in thy mind. Though death the beauty of his bloom devours, Crown him with chaplets of the fairest flowers; Alas! the flowers have loft their gaudy pride, With him they flourish'd, and with him they dy'd. With odorous myrtle deck his drooping head, And o'er his limbs the fweeteft effence thed: 110 Ah! rather perish every rich perfume, The fweet Adonis perifh'd in his bloom. Clad in a purple robe Adonis lies; Surrounding Cupids heave their breasts with fighs, Their locks they fhear, excels of grief to show, They fpurn the quiver, and they break the bow. Seme loofe his fandals with officious care, Seme in capacious golden veffels bear The cleanfing water from the crystal springs; This bathes his wound, that fans him with his wings. 120 For Venus' fake the pitying Cupids fhed A shower of tears, and mourn Adonis dead. Already has the nuptial god difmay'd, Perch'd his bright torch, for all his garlands fade. No more are joyful hymenæals fung, But notes of forrow dwell on ev'ry tongue; 10 When long in vain he waited to betray "Fly far away, and chafe that bird no more: As late I flumbering lay, before my fight "My little fon; inftruct the boy to fing." ΙΟ refine, Woo the fair Mufes, they his fuit decline; Catch the foft founds, and tune the vocal fhell; In ftrains more languid flows the nerveless song, IDYLLIUM V. LIFE TO BE ENJOYED. ΤΟ Ir merit only ftamps my former lays, IDYLLIUM VI. CLEODAMUS AND MYRSON. Cleodamus. ΙΟ SAY, wilt thou, Lycidas, fweet fhepherd fwain, } Repeat the fong which moft my taste approves, Achilles' ftol'n embrace, and hidden loves; How the bold hero laid his arms aside, A woman's robe the manly fex belied, And Deidamia foon became his bride. Lycidas. When with fair Helen Paris crofs'd the deep, Brought her to Troy and made Oenone weep; The injur'd states of Greece were all alarm'd, Spartans, Mycenians, and Laconians arm'd: The treachery ftung their fouls, and bloody vengeance warm'd; 20 In close disguise his life Achilles led, IDYLLIUM VIII. LOVE RESISTLESS. SWEET Venus, daughter of the main, |