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THE WORKS

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TRANSLATED FROM THE GREEK,

FRANCIS FAWKES, M. A.

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IDYLLIUM I.

A quiver of gold on his shoulders is bound, In search of her son, to the listening crowd,

• Stor’d with darts, that alike friends and enemies

I wound: T other day lovely Venus thus cry'd him aloud : • Whoever may chance a fray Cupid to meet,

Ev'n 1, his own mother, in vain srive to shun My vagabond boy, as he strolls in the street,

• His arrows so fell and so cruel my son,

· His torch is but small, yet so ardent its ray, * And will bring me the news, his reward shall o be this,

It scorches the sun, and extinguishes day. * He may freely demand of fair Venus a kiss;

. O you, who perchance may the fugitive find, * But if to my arms hc the boy can restore,

• Secure first his hands, and with manacles bind; 40 He's welcome to kisses, and something still more.

• Show the rogue no companion, though oft hc His marks are so plain, and so many, you'llown

• appears That among twenty others he's easily known. 10 • To weep--his are all hypocritical tears. His skin is not white, but the colour of flame ;

• With caution conduct him, nor let him beguile His eyes are most cruel, his heart is the same : Your vigilant care with a treacherous smile. His delicate lips with persuasion are hung;

· Perhaps with a laugh kisses sweet he will proffer ;

· His killes are poiso ah! shun the vile offer. But, ah! how they differ, his mind and his • tongue !

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Perhaps he'll say, sobbing, “ No mischief I know; His voice sweet as honey ; but nought can con

" Here take all my arrows, my darts, and my

" bow!" Whene'er he's provok'd, his implacable soul.

(aim; He never speaks truth, full of fraud is the boy;

"Ah! beware, touch them not-deceitful his aim; And woe is his pastime, and sorrow his joy.

· His darts and his arrows are all tipt with flame.' His bead is embellish'd with bright curling hair;

IDYLLIUM II.
He has confident looks, and an insolent air. 20
Though his hands are but little, yet darts they
cap fling

The Queen of Love, on amorous wiles intent,
To the regions below, and their terrible king. A pleasing dream to fair Europa sent.
His body quite naked to view is reveald, What time still night had rollid the hours away,
Bac be covers his mind, and his thoughts are And the fresh dawn began to promise day,
• cor ceal'd.

When balmy slumbers, and composing rest, Like a bird light of feather, the branches among, Close every eye, and sooth the pensive breast, He kips here and there, to the old, to the young, When dreams and visions fill the busy brain, from the men to the maids on a sudden he strays, Prophetic dreams, that never rise in vain : And hid in their hearts on their vitals he preys. 'Twas then Europa, as she sleeping lay, "The bow which he carries is little and light, Chalte as Diana, fifter of the day, "On the nerve is an arrow wing'd ready for Saw in her cause the adverse shore engag'd • flight,

In war with Asia; terribly they rag'd : A little short arrow, yet swiftly it flies Each seen'd a woman; that in foreign guise, Through regions of ether, and pierces the skies. A native this, and claim'd the lovely prize

EUROPA.

“ larms,

With louder zeal: "The beauteous nymph, she | Some the gilt crocus or pale lily chose, • said,

But fair Europa cropp'd the blooming rose; Her daughter was, and in her bosom bred.' And all her mates excell'd in radiant mien, Bue lhe, who as a stranger was array'd,

As 'midst the graces Mines the Cyprian queen. Forc'd to her arms the unresisting maid;

Not long, alas in these fair fields the shone, Callid her her right, by all the powers above, Nor long unloos'd preferv'd her virgin zone; 86 Gır'n her by Fate, and Ægis-bearing Jove. Saturnian Jove beheld the matchless maid,

The fair Europa, Iruck with fudden dread, And sudden transports the rapt god invade; All pale and trembling started from her bed; He glows with all the fervid Thame of love ; Silent she fat, and thought the vision true, For Capid's arrows pierce the breast of Jove. Still seem'd their forms to strive before her view : But, best his amorous intent to screen, At length she utter'd thus the voice of fear; And Mun the jealous anger of his queen, " Ye gods, what speares to my sight appear? He laid his immortality alde, “ What dreams are these, in fancy's livery drest, And a bull’e form th’intriguing god bely'd; " That haunt my sleep, and break my golden rest? But not of earthly shape, or mortal breed, " And who that form that seem'd so wond'rous Such as at large in flowery pastures feed; “ kind ?

Whose stubborn necks beneath the yoke we bow, “ The dear idea still delights my mind. 30 Break to the wain, or harness to the plough. “ She, like a mother, press'd me in her arms : His golden hue diftinguish'd him afar; “ But, o ye gods! that send such strange a. Full in his forehead beam'd a silver star :

His large blue eyes, that shone serenely brighi, « Preserve these visionary scenes from harms" Languish'd with love, and sparkled with deligbr:

She said, and lightly from her couch the sprung, On his broad temples rose two equal horns, Then sought her comrades, beautiful and young, Like that fair crescent which the skies adorps Her social mates; with them she lov'd to late Gently he moves with peaceful look and bland, Her limbs unblemish'd in the crystal wave : And spreads no terror in the virgin band : With them on lawns the Sprightly dance to lead, Nearer they drew, with eager longing led Or pluck sweet lilies in the flowery mead. To stroke his fides, and pat his comely head: The nymphs assembled soon, a beauteous band! 49 His breath divine ambrosial odours yields, With each a curious basket in her hand; Sweeter than fragrance of the lowery fields. Then reach'd those fields where oft they play'd At fair Europa's feet with joy he stands, before,

And prints sweet kifles on her lily hands. The fragrant fields along the sea-beat shore, His foamy lips she wipes, unaw'd by dread, To gather flowers, and hear the billows roar. And Itrokes his sides, and pats his comely head. Europa's basket, radiant to behold,

Gently he low'd, as musical and clear The work of Vulcan, was compos'd of gold; As notes soft warbled on the raptur'd ear : 1!! He gave it Lybia, mighty Neptune's bride, And, as on earth his pliant knees he bent, She Telephafsa, next in blood ally'd;

Show'd his broad back, that hinted what he From her bequeath'd to fair Europa came

meant;

maid This splendid basket of celestial frame.

Then turn'd his fuppliant eyes, and view'd cho Fair in the work the milk-white lö stood

Who thus, astonish'd to her comrades said: In roughen'd gold, and lowing paw'd tbe flood, “ Say dearest mates, what can this beast in (For Vulcan there had pour'd the azure main)

it tend? A heifer still, nor yet transform'd again.

“ Let us (for lo! he stoops) his back ascend, Two men stood figur'd on the ocean's brim, " And ride in sportive gambols round the mead, Who watch'd the cow, chat seem'd inclin'd to " This lovely bull is sure of gentle breed; swim.

“ So meek his manner, so'benigo his inind, Jove too appear'd cnamour'd on the strand, “ He wants but voice to equal human kind." 12 And strok'd the lovely heifer with his hand : So spoke the fair, and up she rose to ride, Till, on the banks of Nile again array'd,

And call’d her lingering partners to her lide : In native beauty shone the blooming maid : 60 soon as the bull his pleasing burden bere, The seven-mouth'd Nile in filver currents rollid, Vigorous he sprung, and hit n'd to the shore. And Jove was fculptur'd in refulgent gold. The nymph dismay'd invok'd the virgin band Near piping Hermes fleepless Argus lics,

For help, and wav'd her uvavailing hand. Watching the heifer with his hund ed eyes : On the soft bosom of the azurc flood From Argus slain a painted peacock grew, With his fair prize the bull triumphant rode : Fluttering his feathers ftain's with various hue, Up-rose the Nereids to attend his train, And, as a fhip expands her swelling fail,

And all the mighty monsters of the main. 1. He round the basket spread his ftarry tail. Cerulean Neptune was the Thunderer's guide, Such were the scenes the Lernnian god display'd, Ard for the pafling pomp he smooth'd the code And such the basket of the Tyrian maid. 70

The Tiitons hail'd him as he steer'd along, . The lovely damsels gather'd flow'rets bright, And fourded on their conchs the puptial song, Sweet to the smell, and beauteous to the fight; On Jove': broad back the lovely damsel borne, The fragrant hyacinth of perple hue,

Graip'd with her fair right hand his politi. Narcissus, wild thyme, and the violet blue;

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Her left eflay'd her purple robe to save,

Ye roses change from red to sickly pale, That lightly bruth'd the surface of the wave : And, all ye bright anemonies, bewail : Around her head soft breach'd the gentle gale, Now, hyacinth, thy doleful letters show And Gill'd her garmeat like a swelling sail. 140 Inscrib'd in larger characters of woe Europa's heart threbb'd quick with chilling fear, For Bion dead, the sweetest shepherd swain, Fx from her much-lov'd home, and comrades Begin, Sicilian Mule, begin the mournful strain! dear;

Ye nightingales, that perch among the sprays, No sea-beat fore she faw, nor mountain's brow, Tune to meoldious elegy your lays, Ner aughe but sky above, and waves below. And bid the freams of Arethule deplore Then with a mournful look the damsel said : Bion's sad fate; lov'd Bion is no more :

“ Ah! whither wilt thou bear a wretched maid? Nor verse nor m lic could his life prolong, * Who, and whence art thou, wond'rous creature, He died, and with him died the Dasic song, "fay!

Begin Sicilian Muse, the mournful strain! How can't chou fearless tread the wat’ry way ? | Ye swans of Strymon, in loud notes complain, * On the broad ocean safely fails the thip, Pensive, yet sweet, and droop, che fickly wing, * But bulls avoid, and dread the stormy deep. ISO As when your own lad elegy ye fing.

Say, can a bull on sea-born viands feed? All the fair damsels of Oëagria tell, * Or, if descended from celestial breed,

And all the nymphs that in Bistonia dwell, Thy acts are inconlftent with a god : [flood; | That Doric Orpheus charms no more che plains. Balis rove the meads, and dolphins swim the Begin, Sicilian Musc, begin the mournfulltrains! * Bat earth and ocean are alike to thee, (sea. No more he fooths his uxen at the yoke, * The boofs are oars that row thee thro'gh the No more he chants beneath the lonely oak. 30 Pabars, like airy birds, thou soon wilt fly, Compellid, alas ! a doleful dirge to sing And soar amidtt the regions of the sky.

To the grim god, the deaf Tartarean king. Ah! wretched maid, to leave my native home, And now each itraggling heifer ftrays alone, * And ümpiy dare with bulls in meads to roam! And to the filent mountains makes her moan;. And cow on seas I ride-ah! wretched maid! 161 The bulls loud bellowing o'er the forests rove,

But, O! I trust, great Neptune, in thy aid ; Forsake their pasture, and forget their love. Soon let my eyes my great conductor hail, Begin, Sicilian Muse, the mournfui lay! for net without a deity I fail."

Thy fare, O Bion, wept the god of day; Thuspoke the nymph, and thus the bull reply'd: Pan griev'd ; the dancing Satyrs and the Fauns * Carage, fair maid, nor fear the foaming tide : March'd flow and sad, and ligh'd along the lawns: * Though now a bull I seem to mortal eyes, Then wail'd the Nymphs, that o'er the Itreams * Thou boon fhalt see me ruler of the skies.

prefide,

41 "What hap« I please, at will I take and keep, Fast flow'd their tears, and swellid the crystal And now a bull I cross the boundless deep ; 170

tide, For thy bright charms inspire my breast with Muce Echo now laments the rocks among,

Griev'd the no more cap imitate thy fong. But soon ihall Crete's fair isle, the nurse of Jove, The fow'rets fade, and wither'd are the trees, Receive Europa on its friendly strand,

Those lose their beauty, and their verdure these. To join with me in Hymen's blissful band: The ewes no more with milky udders thrive, From thee shall kings arise in long array, No more drops honey from the fragrant hive; 'To rule the world with deiegated (way.'

The bees, alas ! have lost their little store, Thus fpoke the god; and what he spoke prov'd

And what avails it now to work for more, true :

When from thy lips the honey's stol'n away? le loon Crete's lofty shore appear'd in view : Begin, Sicilian Mute, begin the mournful lay! Te ftrait aflum'd another form and air,

Ne'er did the dolphin on the azure main loos'a her zone; the Hours the couch pre In such pathetic energy complain; pare,

Nor Philomel with such melodious woe, The age ph Europa thus, through powerful love, E’er wail'd, nor swallow on the mountains brow; Became the bride of cloud compelling Jove : Nor did Alcyone transform'd deplore krom her {prung mighty kings in loog array, So lout her lover dath'd upon the shore. Who rul'd the world with delegated iway.

Not Memnon's birds such figns of sorrow gave,

When, screaniing round, they hover'd o'er his IDYLLIUM III.

grave;

As now in melancholy mood they shed
ON THE DEATI OP BION

Their plaintive tears, lamenting Bion dead.
Iz soods, with grief your waving summits bow, Begin, Sicilian Muse, the mournful lay!
Ft Dorian fountains, murmur as ye flow, The nightingales, that perch upon the spray,
Fan weeping urns your copious sorrows shed, The swallows shrill, and all thc feather'd throng,
Aed bid the rivers mouro for Bion dead : Whom Bion taught, and ravish'd with his song,
Telhady groves, in robe of fable hue

Now funk ir grief their pensive music ply, Bewail: ye plants, in pearly drops of dew : And strive to fing their master's eleg Vedrooping flowers, diffuse a languid breath, And all the birds in all the groves around And die with forrow at (weet Biop's death :

Strain their sweet chroats to emulate the sound : 7.

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