;iTY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES THEOCRITUS. f 9 5 2 9 i 1 Cambribge : PRINTED BY J. PALMER. THEOCRITUS TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH VERSE. I ET C. S. CALYERLEY, LATE FELLOW OF CSRISTS COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE, AUTHOR OF " TRANSLATIONS INTO ENGLISH AND LATIN." 5 J > 3 J ) J DEIGHTON, BELL, AND CO. LONDON: BELL AND DALDY. 1869. » • • • » * ' . ' • » • .* • .* ' • • • • • • I • f •• • •« ,• • • * ," ••• • ••• •*« • ,* •• •*• •*. • ••,.. ;• •. • ,• ♦ • !•*•.•• •* • • .... ..'.•..• • ••' ••• • • '. ^ ^ M f + 43 PEEFACE. T HAD intended translating all or nearly all these Idylls into blank verse, as the natural equivalent of Greek or of Latin hexameters; only deviating into rhyme where occasion seemed to demand it. But I found that other metres had their special advantages : the fourteen-syllable line in particular has that, among others, of containing about the same number of syllables as an ordinary line of Theocritus. And there is also \j no doubt something gained by variety. Several recent writers on the subject have laid down that every translation of Greek poetry, especially bucolic poetry, must be in rhyme of some sort. But they have seldom stated, and it is hard to see, why. There is no rhyme in the original, and prima facie should be none in the translation. Professor Blackie has, it is 230; 18 vi PREFACE. true, pointed out the "assonances, alliterations, and rhymes," which are found in more or less abundance in Ionic Greek.* These may of course be purely accidental, like the hexameters in Livy or the blank- verse lines in jMr. Dickens's prose: but accidental or not (it may be said) they are there, and ought to be recognised. May we not then recognise them by in- troducing similar assonances, etc. here and there into the English version? or by availing ourselves of what Professor Blackie again calls attention to, the " com- pensating powers"t of English? I think with him that it was hard to speak of our language as one which " transforms hoos megaloio hoeien into ' great ox's hide.' " Such phrases as ' The Lord is a man of war,' ' The trumpet spake not to the armed throng,' are to my ear quite as grand as Homer: and it would be equally fair to ask what we are to make of a language which transforms Milton's line into 7) adXTrfy^ ov Trpoaecfyr] rbv ooTrXiafxevov 6')(\ov. But be this as it may, these phenomena are surely too * Blackie's Homer, Vol. I., pp. 413, 414. t Ibid., page 377, etc. PREFACE. vii rare and too arbitrary to be adequately represented by any regularly recurring rhyme : and the question remains, what is there in the unrhymed original to which rhyme answers? To me its eflfect is to divide the verse into couplets, triplets, or (if the word may include them all) stanzas of some kind. Without rhyme we have no apparent means of conveying the effect of stanzas. There are of course devices such as repeating a line or part of a line at stated intervals, as is done in 'Tears, idle tears' and elsewhere : but clearly none of these would be available to a translator. Where therefore he has to express stanzas, it is easy to see that rhyme may be admissible and even necessary. Pope's couplet may (or may not) stand for elegiacs, and the In Memoriam stanza for some one of Horace's metres. Where the heroes of Virgil's Eclogues sing alternately four lines each, Gray's quatrain seems to suggest itself: and where a similar case occurs in these Idylls (as for instance in the ninth) I thought it might be met by taking whatever received English stanza was nearest the re- quired length. Pope's couplet again may possibly best convey the pomposity of some Idylls and the viii PREFACE. point of others. And there may be divers considera- tions of this kind. But, speaking generally, where the translator has not to intimate stanzas — where he has on the contrary to intimate that there are none — rhyme seems at first sight an intrusion and a sug- gestio falsi. No doubt (as has been observed) what 'Pastorals' we have are mostly written in what is called the heroic measure. But the reason is, I suppose, not far to seek. Dryden and Pope wrote Mieroics,' not from any sense of their fitness for bucolic poetry, but from a sense of their universal fitness : and their followers of course copied them. But probably no scholar would affirm that any poem, original or translated, by Pope or Dryden or any of their school, really resembles in any degree the bucolic poetry of the Greeks. Mr. Morris, whose poems appear to me to resemble it more almost than anything I have ever seen, of course writes what is technically Pope's metre, and equally of course is not of Pope's school. Whether or no Pope and Dryden intended to resemble the old bucolic poets in style is, to say the least, immaterial. If they did not, there is no reason whatever why any of us PREFACE. ix who do should adopt their metre: if they did and failed, there is every reason why we should select a different one. Professor Conington has adduced one cogent argu- ment against blank verse : that is, that hardly any of us can write it.* But if this is so — if the ' blank verse' which we write is virtually prose in disguise — the addition of rhyme would only make it rhymed prose, and we should be as far as ever from " verse really deserving the name."t Unless (which I can hardly imagine) the mere incident of ' terminal consonance' can constitute that verse which would not be verse independently, this argument is equally good against attempting verse of any kind : we should still be writing disguised, and had better write undisguised, prose. Prose translations are of course tenable, and are (I am told) advocated by another very eminent critic. These considerations against them occur to one : that, among the characteristics of his original which the translator is bound to preserve, one is that he wrote metrically; and that the prattle which passes * Preface to Conington's Mneid^ page ix. t Ihid. X PREFACE. muster, and sounds perhaps ratlier pretty than other- wise, in metre, would in plain prose be insufferable. Very likely some exceptional sort of prose may be meant, which would dispose of all such difficulties; but this would be harder for an ordinary writer to evolve out of his own brain, than to construct any species of verse for which he has at least a model and a precedent. These remarks are made to shew that my metres were not selected, as it might appear, at hap-hazard. Metre is not so unimportant as to justify that. For the rest, I have used Briggs's edition {Poetce Bucolici Greed), and have never, that I am aware of, taken refuge in any various reading where I could make any sense at all of the text as given by him. Some- times I have been content to put down what I felt was a wrong rendering rather than omit ; but only in cases where the original was plainly corrupt, and all suggested emendations seemed to me hopelessly wide of the mark. What, for instance, may be the true meaning of /3oX/369 rt? KO'xXia^; in the fourteenth Idyll I have no idea. It is not very important. And no doubt the sense of the last two lines of the "Death PREFACE. xi of Adonis'' is very milikelj to be what I have made it. But no suggestion that I met with seemed to me satisfactory or even plausible : and in this and a few similar cases I have put down what suited the context. Occasionally also, as in the Idyll here printed last — the one lately discovered by Bergk, which I elucidated by the light of Fritzsche's conjectures — I have availed myself of an opinion which Professor Conington somewhere expresses, to the effect that, where two interpretations are tenable, it is lawful to accept for the purposes of translation the one you might reject as a commentator. TeTopraio IDYLL X. The Two Workmen . ■ . • IDYLL XII. The Sweethearts PACK 60 IDYLL XI. The Giant's Wooing ..... 64 68 IDYLL XIII. Hylas ....•••• 71 IDYLL XIV. The Love of Thyonichus . . . . .76 IDYLL XV. The Two Ladies of Syracuse . . . . 81 IDYLL XVT. The Value of Song . . . . ■ .91 IDYLL XVII. The Praise of Ptolemy . . . . . 97 IDYLL XVIII. The Bridal of Helen ...... 103 IDYLL XIX. Love Stealing Honey . . . . 109 CONTENTS. XV IDYLL XX. PAGE Town and Country . . . . . .110 IDYLL XXI. The Fishermen . . . . . . 113 IDYLL XXII. The Sons of Leda . . . . .117 IDYLL XXIII. Love Avenged . . . . . . 129 IDYLL XXIV. The Infant Heracles . . . . .133 IDYLL XXV. Heracles the Lion Slayer . . . . 140 IDYLL XXVI. The Bacchanals . . . . . . .152 IDYLL XXVII. A Countryman's "Wooing . . . . .1.55 IDYLL XXVIII. The Distaff ....... 163 IDYLL XXIX. Loves ........ 16.5 IDYLL XXX. The Death of Adonis . . . • , .167 IDYLL XXXI. Loves ....... 170 XIV CONTENTS. IDYLL IX. PACK Pastorals ....... 57 IDYLL X. The Two Workmen . ... . . .60 IDYLL XI. The Giant's "Wooing ..... 64 IDYLL XII. The Sweethearts . . . . • .68 IDYLL XIII. Hylas ........ 71 IDYLL XIV. The Love of Thyonichus . . . . .76 IDYLL XV. The Two Ladies of Syracuse .... 81 IDYLL XVI. The Value of Song ...... 91 IDYLL XVII. The Praise of Ptolemy ..... 97 IDYLL XVIII. The Bridal of Helen ...... 103 IDYLL XJX. Love Stealing Honey . . . . 109 CONTENTS. XV IDYLL XX. PAGE Town and Covntry . . . . . .110 IDYLL XXI. The Fi.»;hermen . . . 113 IDYLL XXII. The Sons of Led.\ ...... 117 IDYLL XXIII. Love Avenged ...... 129 IDYLL XXIV. The Infant Heracles . . . . . .133 IDYLL XXV. Heracles the Lion Slayer .... 140 IDYLL XXVI. The Bacchanals . . . . . . .152 IDYLL XXVII. A CotJNTRYJLiN'S WoOlNG . . . . . 1.55 IDYLL XXVIII. The Distaff ....... 163 IDYLL XXIX. Loves ........ 16.5 IDYLL XXX. The Death of Adonis . . . • . .167 IDYLL XXXI. Loves ....... 170 xvi CONTENTS. PAGE Fragmemt fkom the " Berenice" .... 173 Epigrams and Epitaphs : — I— VI. 173—176 VII. — For a Statue of Aesculapius . . . 176 VIII. — Ortho's Epitaph .... 177 IX.^Epitaph of Cleonicus .... ib. X. — For a Statue of the Muses . . ib. XI. — Epitaph of Eusthenes .... 178 XII. — For a Tripod Erected by Damoteles to Bacchus ib. XIII. — For a Stat^-e of Anacreon . . . ib. XIV. — Epitaph of Eurymedon . . . .179 XV. — Another ..... ib. XVI. — For a St,atue of the Heavenly Aphrodite . ib. XVII.— To Epicharmus .... 180 XVIIL— Epit.aph of Cleita, Nurse of Medeius . ib. XIX. — To Archilochus • . . . 181 XX. — Under a Statue of Peisander . . . ib. XXI. — Epitaph of Hipponax . . . 182 XXII. — On his own Book . » . ib. IDYLL L Clje Beatlj of Bapfjnis. TEYRSIS. A GOATHERD. THTRSIS. QWEET are the whispers of yon pine that makes Low music o'er the spring, and, Goatherd, sweet Thy piping; thou art matched by Pan alone. Is his the horned ram? then thine the goat. i> Is his the goat ? to thee shall fall the kid ; And toothsome is the flesh of unmilked kids. GOATHERD. Shepherd, thy lay is as the noise of streams That plain-ward fall and fall from yon high hill. If for their meed the Muses claim the ewe. Be thine the stall-fed lamb ; or if they choose • The lamb, take thou the scarce less-valued ewe. THYRSIS. Pray, by the Nymphs, pray, Goatherd, seat thee here 2 IDYLL I. Against this hill-slope in the tamarisk shade, And pipe me somewhat, while I guard thy goats. GOATHERD. I durst not, Shepherd, I durst not pipe At noontide; fearing Pan, who at that hour Rests from the toils of hunting. Harsh is he ; Wrath at his nostrils aye sits sentinel. But, Thyrsis, thou canst tell of Daphnis' woes ; % High is thy name for woodland minstrelsy : Then rest we in the shadow of the elm Fronting Priapus and the Fountain-nymphs. There, where the oaks are and the Shepherd's seat, Sing as thou sang'st erewhile, when matched with him Of Libya, Cromis ; and I '11 give thee, first, I A goat that yields milk thrice — she suckles twins, Yet ne'ertheless can fill two milkpails full; — Next, a deep drinking-cup, with sweet wax scoured, Two-handled, newly carven, smacking yet 0' the chisel. Ivy reaches up and climbs, • Gilded with blossom-dust, about its lip ; Round which a woodbine wreathes herself and flaunts Her saffron fruitage. Framed therein appears A damsel ('tis a miracle of art) In robe and snood : and suitors at her side With locks fair-flowing, on her right and left. THE DEATH OF DAPHNIS. 3 '^ ^Battle with words, that fail to reach her heart. She, laughing, glances now on this, flings now Her chance regards on that : they, all for love Wearied and eye-swoln, find their labour lost. Carven elsewhere an ancient fisher stands f On the rough rocks : thereto the old man with pains Drags his great casting-net, as one that toils Full stoutly : every fibre of his frame T Seems fishing; so about the gray -beard's neck '^~ (In might a stripling yet) the sinews swell. ^/ ^ Hard by that wave-beat sire a vineyard bends Beneath its graceful load of burnished grapes ; A boy sits on the rude fence watching them. Near him two foxes : up and down the vines One ranges, pilfering sweets, and one assails ^ With every wile his scrip, to leave him soon Stranded and supperless. He plaits meanwhile With ears of corn a right fine locust-trap, And fits it on a rush: for vines, for scrip, Little cares he, enamoured of his toy. 'i The cup is hung all round with lissom briar, Triumph of iEolian art, a wondrous sight. It was a ferryman's of Calydon : A goat it cost me, and a great white cheese. And therewith I will grace thee, nothing loth, ^ If for my sake thou 'It sing the lay I love. 1 o 4 IDYLL I. Come earn it, lad, and welcome. Thou may'st not Take thy songs with thee to the Silent Land. THTKSIS \sings\. BegiTij sioeet Maids, begin the woodland song. (>^ 'Tis Thyrsis asks, I, Thyrsis of the Hill. Where were ye, Nymphs, oh where, while Daphnis pined ? In fair Peneus' or in Pindus' glens? For great Anapus' stream was not your haunt, Nor JEtna's cliff, nor Acis' sacred rill. Begin, sweet Maids, begin the woodland song. O'er him the wolves, the jackals howled o'er him; The lion in the oak-copse mourned his death. Begin, sweet Maids, begin the woodland song. The kine and oxen stood around his feet. The heifers and the calves wailed all for him. Begin, sweet Maids, begin the woodland song. First from the mountain Hermes came, and said, " Daphnis, who frets thee? Lad, whom lov'st thou so?" Begin, sweet Maids, begin the woodland song. Came herdsmen, shepherds came, and goatherds came ; All asked what ailed the lad. Priapus came And said, " Why pine, poor Daphnis ? while the maid Foots it round every pool and every grove, {Begin, sweet Maids, begin the woodland song) THE DEATH OF DAPHNIS. 5 "To seek tliee, who art love-distraught and froward ; A goatherd miscalled herdsman! For with eyes That yearn, the goatherd sees his kids at play And longs to be a kid; and so whene'er A maiden laughs, dim grow those eyes of thine With yearning to partake her revelry." Still nought the herdsman said: he drained alone His bitter portion, till the fatal end. Begin, sweet Maids, begin the woodland song. Came Aphrodite, smiles on her sweet face, (Sly smiles,) yet heavy-hearted, and she spake: "So, Daphnis, thou must try a fall with Love! But sturdy Love hath won the fall of thee." Begin, sweet Maids, begin the looodland song. Then "Ruthless Aphrodite," Daphnis said, "Accursed Aphrodite, foe to man! Say'st thou mine hour is come, my sun hath set? Dead as alive, shall Daphnis work Love woe." Begin, siveet Maids, begin the looodland song. "Fly to Mount Ida, where the swain (men say) And Aphrodite .... to Anchises fly : There are oak-forests; here but galingale, And bees that make a music round the hives. Begin, sweet Maids, begin the looodland sung. " Adonis owed his bloom to tending flocks And smiting hares, and bringing wild beasts down. II'O 6 IDYLL I. Begin, sweet Maids, hegin the woodland song. " Face once more Diomed : tell him ' I have slain The herdsman Daphnis; now I challenge thee.' Begin, sweet Maids, hegin the woodland song. I I r, " Ye wolves, ye lynxes, and ye bears that range The mountain, fare ye well! Ye'll see no more, Not in the oak-grove, not in glade or glen. Your Daphnis! Arethusa, fare thee well, And the sweet streams that roll down Thymbris' steep. Begin, sweet Maids, hegin the woodland song. " See no more Daphnis, who leads here his kine. Brings here to drink his oxen and his calves. Begin, sweet Maids, hegin the woodland song. " Pan, Pan, oh whether great Lyceum's crags Thou haunt'st to-day, or mightier MaBnalus, Come to the Sicel isle ! Abandon now Rhium and Helice, and the mountain-grave (That e'en gods cherish) of Lycaon's son ! Forget, sweet Maids, forget your woodland song. " Come, monarch ! Hither bring thy waxen pipe. That windeth sweet as honey round thy lips, T>o For surely I am torn from life by Love. Forget, sweet Maids, forget your woodland song. " From thicket now and thorn let violets spring, Now let white lilies drape the juniper, And pines grow figs, and nature all go wrong : ,"A THE DEATH OF DAPHMS. 7 For Daplmis dies. Let deer pursue the hounds, And mountam-owls outsing the nightingale. Forget^ sweet Maids, fa^get your woodland song^ So spake he, and he never spake again. And Aphrodite would have raised his head; But all his thread of life was spun ere now. So in the stream plunged Daphnis. Styx's wave Whelmed the Nymphs' darling and the Muses' friend. Now give me goat and cup; that I may milk The one, and pour the other to the Muse. Fare ye well, Muses, o'er and o'er farewell! I'll sing strains sweeter yet in days to be. GOATHERD. Thyrsis, let honey and the honeycomb Fill thy sweet mouth, and figs of Aigilus : For ne'er cicala sang so sweet a song. Here is the cup : mark, friend, how sweet it smells : The Hours, thou 'It say, have washed it in their well. Come here, Cisssetha! Thou, go milk her! Kids, Be steady, or your pranks will rouse the ram. IDYLL II. TTTHERE are the bay-leaves, Thestylis, and the charms ? Fetch all ; with fair red lambswool wreathe the cup ; Let glamour win me back my false lord's heart! Twelve days the wretch hath not come nigh to me, Nor made enquiry if I die or live, Nor had the grace to clamour at my door. Sure his swift fancy wanders otherwhere. The slave of Aphrodite and of Love. I'll off to Timsegetus' wrestling-school At dawn, that I may see him and denounce His doings; but I'll charm him now with charms. So shine out fair, O moon! To thee I sing My soft low song : to thee and Hecate The dweller in the shades, at whose approach E'en the dogs quake, as on she moves through blood And darkness and the barrows of the slain. All hail, dread Hecate : companion me Unto the end, and work me witcheries Potent as Circe or Medea wrought, Or Perimede of the golden hair! THE SORCERESS. 9 Turn, magic lolieel^ and draio my hero home. First we ignite the grain. Nay, pile it on : Where are thy wits flown, timorous Thestylis? Am I thy loathing and thy laughing-stock? Pile, and still say, ' This pile is of his bones.' Turn, magic wheel, and draio my hero home. Delphis racks me : I burn him in these bays. As, flame-enkindled, they lift up their voice. Blaze once, and not a trace is left behind: So waste his flesh to powder in yon fire! Turn, magic wheel, and draw my hero home. E'en as I melt, not uninspired, the wax. May Mindian Delphis melt this hour with love : And, swiftly as this brazen ball whirls round. May Aphrodite whirl him to my door. Turn, magic loheel, and draio my hero home. Next burn the husks. Artemis, thou canst move ^J) Hell's adamantine floor and aught that else Stands stedfast! — Thestylis, hark! I hear the dogs Howl up and down the city : Hecate Is surely in the cross-roads: sound the gongs. Turn, magic wheel, and draw my hero home. Hushed are the voices of the winds and seas ; But O not hushed the voice of my despair. He burns my being up, who left me here Unwifed, unmaidened, in my misery. / 10 IDYLL II. TurUj magic loJieel, and draw my hero home. Thrice I pour out ; speak thrice, sweet mistress, thus : " What face soe'er hangs o'er him be forgot Clean as, in Dias, Theseus (legends say) Forgat his Ariadne's locks of love." TurUj magic wheel^ and draw my hero home. The coltsfoot grows in Arcady, the weed That drives the mountain-colts and swift mares wild. Like them may Delphis rave : so, maniac-wise, Race from his burnished brethren home to me. Turn, magic wheel, and draw my hero home, 'y^y He lost this tassel from his robe; which I Shred thus, and cast it on the raging flames. Ah baleful Love ! why, like the marsh-born leech. Cling to my flesh, and drain my dark veins dry? Tim, magic wheel, and draw my hero home. From a crushed newt tomorrow he shall drink Death ! But now, Thestylis, take these herbs and smear That threshold o'er, whereto at heart I cling IStill, still — albeit he thinks scorn of me — And spit, and say, ' 'Tis Delphis' bones I smear.' Turn, magic wheel, and draw my hero home. Now, all alone, I'll weep a love when born? How gendered? Whence arose my misery? Basket in hand, Eubulus' daughter came, THE SORCERESS. 11 Anaxo, to the grove of Artemis : Bound for the festival, troops of forest beasts Stood round, and in the midst a lioness. tell me, mistress Moon, wlience came my love. Theucharile, the sainted Thracian nurse, (My next-door neighbour) prayed me and implored To see the pageant.: I, mistaken fool. Went with her, trailing a fine silken train, And gathering round me Clearista's robe. tell me, mistress Moon, whence came my love. And, even as I crossed the mid-highway By Lycon's farm, I saw them hand in hand, Delphis and Eudamippus. On they came, With beards that rivalled the laburnum's gold, ^ % And breasts more sheeny than thyself, Moon, Fresh from the stern delights of tournament. tell me, mistress Moon, whence came my love. I saw, I raved, smit (weakling) to my heart. My beauty withered, and I cared no more For all that pomp; and how I gained my home I know not: some strange fever wasted me. Ten nights and days I lay upon my bed. tell me, mistress Moon, whence came my love. 6 / And oftentimes my skin became as woad, And all my hair streamed off, and there was left But bones and skin. Whose threshold crossed I not, 12 IDYLL II. Or missed what grandam's hut who dealt in charms? But ease I gat not; and the time fled on. tell me, mistress Moon, whence came my love. At last I spake the truth to this my maid : "Find, if thou canst, some cure for my sore pain. Alas, I am all the Mindian's ! But begone, And watch by TimjBgetus' wrestling-school: There doth he haunt, there soothly take his rest, tell me, mistress Moon, wheiice came my love. " And, taking note when he goes forth abroad. Make him dumb signals : say ' Simsetha waits ;' And bring him." So I spake : she went her way, And brought the lustrous-limbed one to my roof. And I, the instant I beheld him sten Lightfooted o'er the threshold of my door, ( tell me, mistress Moon, whence came my love,) Became all cold like snow, and from my brow Brake the damp dewdrops : utterance I had none. Not e'en such utterance as a babe may make That babbles to its mother in its dreams ; But all my fair frame stiffened into wax. tell me, mistress Moon, whence came my love. , \ ^ He eyed me without mercy ; then looked down, And sate him on my couch, and sitting, said : " Thou hast gained on me, Simjetha, (e'en as I Gained once on young Philinus in the race,) THE SOECERESS. 13 Bidding me hither ere I came unasked. tell o)ie, mistress Moon, whence came my love. "For I had come — bj Eros I had come — This night, with comrades twain or may-be more, The fruitage of the Wine-god in mj robe, And, wound about my brow with ribands red, The silver leaves so dear to Heracles. tell me J mistress Moon, lohence came my love. "Had ye said 'Enter,' ye'd have blessed the day; For lithe and bonny in all eyes am I: One kiss from that sweet mouth had made me calm. But had the door been barred, and I thrust out, With brand and axe would I have stormed ye then. tell me, mistress Moon, whence came my love. "Now be my thanks recorded, first to Love, i)J Next to thee, lady, who didst pluck me out, A half-burned helpless creature, from the flames, . And bad'st me hither. It is Love that lights A fire more fierce than his of Liparaj tell me, mistress Moon, whence came my love. " Scares, mischief-mad, the maiden from her bower. The bride from her warm couch." He spake: and I, A willing listener, sat, my hand in his. Among the cushions, and his cheek touched mine. Each hotter than its wont, and we discoursed In soft low language. Need I prate to thee, 14 IDYLL II. Sweet Moon, of all we said and all we did? Till yesterday he found no fault with me, Nor I with him. But lo, to-day there came Philista's mother — hers who flutes to me — ^ With her Melampo's ; just when up the sky ^ Gallop the mares that chariot rose-limbed Dawn : And divers tales she brought me, with the rest How Delphis loved, she knew not rightly whom: But certes it had ended in his flight, (So steeped was he in passion's alcohol,) Avowedly to line her halls with flowers. This was my visitor's tale, and it was true: For thrice and oftener he hath roamed abroad, And left his Dorian oil-jar here with me: But — 'tis a fortnight since I saw his face. Hath he then really something sweet elsewhere? Am I forgot? I'll charm him now with charms. But let him try me more, and by the Fates He'll soon be knocking at the gates of hell. Spells of such power are in this'fchest of mine, Learned, lady, from mine host in Palestine. Mistress, farewell : turn ocean-ward thy steeds : As I have purposed, so shall I fulfil. Farewell, thou bright-faced Moon ! Ye stars, farewell. That wait upon the car of noiseless Night. IDYLL IIL T PIPE to Amaryllis ; while my goats, Tityrus their guardian, browse along the fell. Tityrus, as I love thee, feed my goats: And lead them to the spring, and, Tityrus, 'ware The lifted crest of yon red Libyan ram. Ah winsome Amaryllis! Why no more Greet'st thou thy darling, from the caverned rock Peeping all coyly? Think'st thou scorn of him? Hath a near view revealed him lanthorn-jawed, Splay-nostrilled ? Lady, for thy sake he dies. See here ten apples : from the tree thou lov'st 1 plucked them: I shall bring ten more anon. Ah witness my heart-anguish ! Oh were I A booming bee, to waft me to thy lair. Threading the fern and ivy in whose depths Thou nestlest! I have learned what Love is now Fell god, he drank the lioness's milk. In, the wild woods his mother cradled him. 16 IDYLL III. Whose fire slow-burns me, smiting to tlie bone. thou whose glance is beauty and whose heart All marble: O dark-eyebrowed maiden mine! Cling to thy herdsman, let him kiss thy lips, For there is sweetness in an idle kiss. No? Thou wilt cause me rend to shreds the crown, The ivy-crown which, sweet, I guard for thee, Inwov'n with scented parsley and with flowers. Oh! I am desperate — What betides me, what? — Still art thou deaf? I'll doff my coat of skins And plunge into yon waves, where on the watch ■ — For thunnies sits old Olpis : — say I die : My death at least will bring thee happiness. That learn'd I, when (I asking 'Loves she me?')"^^ The Love-in-ahsence cracked not in my grasp. But shrank to nothing on my fair young wrist. 1 learn'd it of the sieve-divining crone Who gleaned behind the reapers yesterday : ' Thou'rt wrapt up all,' Agraia said, 'in her; She makes of none account her worshipper.' Lo! a white goat, and twins, I keep for thee: Oft Memnon's dark-skinned daughter sues for these: And she shall have them : thou but foolest me. _-,^ She's coming — by the quivering of my eye! I'll lean against the pine-tree here and sing. She may look round: she is not adamant. t / THE SERENADE. 17 [Smgs] Hipporaenes, when he a maid would wed, Took apples in liis hand, and on he sped. She saw, she raved ; Love's waves went o'er her head. Why with his oxen did Melampus pace From Othrys' top to Pylos? E'en to place In Bias' arms a damsel passing rare; Alphesiboea, queen of wits, she bare. Did not Adonis rouse to such excess Of frenzy her whose name is Loveliness, (He a mere lad whose wethers grazed the hill) That, dead, he's pillowed on her bosom still? Endymion sleeps the sleep that changeth not : And, maiden mine, I envy him his lot! I envy Jason : his it was to gain Bliss that I dare not breathe in ears profane. My head aches. What reck'st thou? I sing no more : E'en where I fell I'll lie, until the wolves Bend me — may that be honey in thy mouth ! IDYLL IV. etc f^crtsmcn. BATTUS. CORTBON. BATTUS. TArHO owns these cattle, Coiydon? Philondas? Piytliee saj. COETDON. No, ^Egon : and he gave them me to tend while he's away. BATTUS. And milk them in the gloaming, when none is there to see? COETDON. The old man brings the calves to suck, and keeps an eye on me. BATTUS. And whither then hath vanished the cattle's rightful lord? COETDON. Hast thou not heard? With Milo he started Elis-ward. THE HEEDSMEN". 19 BATTUS. What ! "was e'er yet the wrestler's oil so much as smelt by him? COEYDON. Men say he rivals Heracles in lustiness of limb. BATTUS. I 'm Polydeuces' match and more : my mother tells me so. CORTDON. — Well off he set ; some twenty ewes took with him, and a hoe : BATTUS. This Milo will be teaching wolves themselves to raven next. COEYDON. — And by these bellowings his kine proclaim how sore they're vexed. BATTUS. Poor things! they've found their master a sorry knave indeed. COEYDON. They're poor enough, I grant you: they have not heart to feed. 20 IDYLL IV. BATTUS. Look at this calf! there's nothing, but bare bones, left of her. Pray, does she browse on dewdrops, as doth the grass- hopper ? CORYDON. Heavens, no! For now she ranges with me ^sarus' glades, And handfuls fair I pluck her there of young and green grass-blades ; Now bounds about Latymnus, that gathering-place of shades. BATTUS. Then that red bull, what leanness! In faith I should be glad If, at their feast of Here, the Lamprian burghers had Just such a one ; for Lampra's own condition is as bad. CORYDON. Yet to the Salt Lake's edges I drive him, I can swear ; Up Physcus, up Ne^thus' side — he lacks not victuals there. With dittany and endive and foxglove for his fare. BATTUS. Well, well ! I pity ^gon. His cattle, go they must THE HERDSMEN. 21 To rack and ruin, all because vain-glory was his lust. The pipe that erst he fashioned is doubtless scored with rust? CORYDON. Nay, by the Nymphs ! He left it to me the self-same day He made for Pisa : I am too a minstrel in my way : I'll strike you up a Glaucic, ay or a Pyrrhic lay. I sing ^ Hurrah for Croton and ^ ZacyntJms 'tis fair,' And 'Eastward to Lacinium:'' — the bruiser Milo there His single self ate eighty loaves ; there also did he pull Down from its mountain-dwelling, by one hoof grasped, a bull, And gave it Amaryllis : and thereupon a shout Rose from the girls; the goatherd, he only laughed right out. BATTUS. Ah fairy Amaryllis! though dead, forgotten ne'er! The love wherewith I love my goats to her who 's gone I bare. Oh for the all-unkindly fate that's fallen to my share! COEYDON. Cheer up, sweet lad ! tomorrow may set thee rigl 22 • IDYLL IV. Aye for the living are there hopes, past hoping are the slain. And now Zeus sends us sunshine, and now he sends us rain. BATTUS. I'm better. Beat those young ones off! E'en now their teeth attack That olive's shoots, the froward brutes ! Back, with your white face, back! COKYDON. Back to thy hill, Cym£etha! Great Pan, how deaf thou art! I shall be with thee presently, and in the end thou 'It smart. I warn thee, keep thy distance. Look, up she creeps again ! Oh if I had my cudgel, I'd lay about her then! BATTUS. For heaven's sake, Corydon, look here! Just now a bramble-spike Ran, there, into my instep — and oh how deep they strike, Those lancewood-shafts ! A murrain light on that calf, I say! THE HERDSMEN. 23 I got it gaping after her. Canst thou discern it pray ? CORYDON. Ay, ay ; and here I have it, between my finger-nails. BATTUS. Eh ! at how slight a matter how tall a warrior quails ! COETDON. Ne'er range the hill-crest, Battus, all sandal-less and bare: Because the thistle and the thorn lift aye their plum'd heads there. BATTUS. — Well, Corydon, does that old man we wot of (tell me please !) Still haunt the dark-browed little girl whom once he used to tease? CORYDON. Ay, innocence, thou hast hit it : I saw them yesterday Down by the byre ; and, trust me, loving enough were they. BATTUS. Well done, my ancient squire of dames ! I scarce can call him man: A Satyr might be near the mark, or an uncouth-limbed Pan. IDYLL V. m)t 55attle of ii)t ^Sartrg. CO METES. LACON. MORSON. COMETES. r^ OATS, from a certain shepherd, of Sybaris, keep away : His name is Lacon ; and he stole ray goatskin yesterday. LACON. Hi ! iambs ! avoid yon fountain. Have ye not eyes to see Cometes, him who filched a pipe but two days back from me? COMETES. Sybartes' villain own a pipe? whence got'st thou that, and how? Tootling through straws with Corydon mayhap 's be- neath thee now? LACON. 'Twas Lycon's gift, your highness. But pray, Cometes, say, THE BATTLE OF THE BAEDS. 25 What is that skin wherewith thou saidst that Lacon walked away? Why, thy lord's self had ne'er a skin whereon his limbs to lay. COMETES. The skin that Crocylus gave me, a dark one streaked with white, The day he slew his she-goat. Why, thou wert ill with spite, Then, my false friend; and thou would'st end by beggaring me quite. LACON. Did Lacon, did Calsethis' son purloin a goatskin ? 'No, By Pan that haunts the sea-beach ! Lad, if I served thee so. Crazed may I drop from yon hill-top to Crathis' stream below ! COMETES. Nor pipe of thine, good fellow — the Ladies of the Lake So be still kind and good to me — did e'er Cometes take. LACON. Be Daphnis' woes ray portion, should that my credence win! Still, if thou list to stake a kid — that surely were no sin — Come on, I'll sing against thee — until thou givest in. 26 IDYLL V. COMETES. ' The hog he braved Athene.' As for the kid, 'tis there : You stake a lamb against him — that fat one — if you dare. LACON. Fox! were that fair for either? At shearing who'd prefer Horsehair to wool? or when the goat stood handy, suffer her To nurse her firstling, and himself go milk a blatant cur? COMETES. The same who deemed his hornet's-buzz the true cicala's note, And braved — like you — his better. And so forsooth you vote My kid a trifle ? Then come on, fellow ! I stake the goat. LACON. Why be so hot? Art thou on fire? First prythee take thy seat 'Neath this wild woodland olive : thy tones will sound more sweet. Here falls a cold rill drop by drop, and green grass- blades uprear THE BATTLE OF THE BAEDS. 27 Their heads, and fallen leaves are thick, and locusts prattle here. COJIETES. Hot I am not ; but hurt I am, and sorely, when I think That thou canst look me in the face and never bleach nor blink — Me, thine own boyhood's tutor ! Go, train the she-wolf's brood : Train dogs — that they may rend thee ! This, this is gratitude ! LACON. When learned I from thy practice or preaching aught that's right, Thou puppet, thou misshapen lump of ugliness and spite ? COMETES. When? When I beat thee, wailing sore: yon goats looked on with glee. And bleated ; and were dealt with e'en as I had dealt with thee. LACON. Well, hunchback, shallow be thy grave as was thy judgment then ! But hither, hither! Thou 'It not dip in herdsman's lore again. 28 IDYLL V. COMETES. Nay, here are oaks and galingale : the hum of housing bees Makes the place pleasant, and the birds are piping in the trees. And here are two cold streamlets ; here deeper shadows fall Than yon place owns, and look what cones drop from the pinetree tall. LACON. Come here, and tread on lambswool that is soft as any dream : Still more unsavoury than thyself to me thy goatskins seem. Here will I plant a bowl of milk, our ladies' grace to win; And one, as huge, beside it, sweet olive-oil therein. COMETES. Come here, and trample dainty fern and poppyblossom : sleep On goatskins that are softer than thy fleeces piled three deep. Here will I plant eight milkpails, great Pan's regard to gain, Kound them eiglit cups : full honeycombs shall every cup contain. THE BATTLE OF THE BAUDS. 29 LACON. Well! there essay thy woodcraft: thence fight me, never budge From thine own oak; e'en have thy way. But who shall be our judge? Oh, if Lycopas with his kine should chance this way to trudge! COMETES. Nay, I want no Lycopas. But hail yon woodsman, do : 'Tis Morson — see! his arms are full of bracken — there, by you. LACON. We'll hail him. COMETES. Ay, you hail him. LACOX. Friend, 'twill not take thee long: We're striving which is master, we twain, in woodland song: And thou, my good friend Morson, ne'er look with favouring eyes On me ; nor yet to yonder lad be fain to judge the prize. 30 IDYLL Y. COMETES. Nay, by the Nymplis, sweet Morson, ne'er for Cometes' sake Stretch thou a point; nor e'er let him undue advantage take. Sybartes owns yon wethers ; a Thurian is he : And here, my friend, Eumares' goats, of Sybaris, you may see. LACON. And who asked thee, thou knave of knaves, to whom belonged these flocks, Sybartes, or (it might be) me? Eh, thou'rt a chatter- box! COMETES. The simple truth, most worshipful, is all that I allege : I'm not for boasting. But thy wit hath all too keen an edge. LACON. Come sing, if singing's in thee — and may our friend get back To town alive ! Heaven help us, lad, how thy tongue doth clack! COMETES. {Sings] Not Daphnis, not the minstrel's self, was precious to the Nine THE BATTLE OF THE EARDS. 31 As I. I offered yesterday two kids upon their shrine. LACON. Ay, but iVpollo fancies me hugely: for him I rear A lordly ram : and, look you, the Carnival is near. COMETES. Twin kids hath every goat I milk, save two. My maid, ray own, Eyes me and asks ' At milking time, rogue, art thou all alone?' LACON. Ay, ay! nigh twenty baskets doth Lacon fill with cheese : Hath time to woo a sweetheart too upon the blossomed leas. COMETES. Clarissa pelts her goatherd with apples, should he stray By with his goats; and pouts her lip in a quaint charming way. LACON. I, on the sly, meet Cratidas : none sees me but my flocks : How maddeningly o'er that smooth neck ripple those shining locks ! 82 IDYLL V. COMETES. But briar and anemonej can they compare at all With the musk-rose whose clusters rise o'er the garden wall? LACON. Nor acorns with hill-apples. The children of the holm Have shapely cups ; but apples taste as the honeycomb. COMETES. A cushat I will presently procure and give to her Who loves me : I know where it sits ; up in the juniper. LACON. Nay! a soft fleece, to make a coat, I'll give the day I shear My brindled ewe — (no hand but mine shall touch it) — to my dear. COIMETES. Back, lambs, from that wild-olive : and be content to browse Here on the shoulder of the hill, beneath the myrtle boughs. LACON. Run, (will ye?) Ball and Dogstar, down from the oak tree, run : THE BATTLE OF THE BAUDS. 33 And feed where Spot is feeding, and catch the morning sun. COMETES. I have a bowl of cypress-wood : I have besides a cup : Praxiteles designed them : for her they're treasured up, LACON. I have a dog who throttles wolves : he loves the sheep, and they Love him: I'll give him to my dear, to keep wild beasts at bay. COMETES. Ye locusts that o'erleap my fence, oh let my vines escape Your clutches, I beseech you : the bloom is on the grape. LACON. Ye crickets, mark how nettled our friend the goatherd is ! I ween, ye cost the reapers pangs as acute as his. COMETES. Those foxes with their bushy tails, I hate to see them crawl Round Micon's homestead and purloin his grapes at evenfall. D 34 IDYLL Y. LACON. / hate to see the beetles come warping on the wind, And climb Philondas' trees, and leave never a fig behind. COMETES. Have you forgot that drubbing you got? At every stroke You grinned and wriggled with a grace, and clung to yonder oak. LACON. That I've forgot — but I have not, how once Eumares tied You to that selfsame oak-trunk, and dressed your filthy hide. COMETES. There's some one ill — of heartburn. Y^ou note it, I presume, Morson? Go quick, and fetch a squill from some old beldam's tomb. LACON. I think I'm stinging somebody, as Morson too perceives — Go to the river and dig up a clump of sowbread-leaves. THE BATTLE OF THE BAEDS. 35 COMETES. May Himera flow, not water, but milk : and may'st thou blusb, Crathis, with wine; and fruitage grow upon every rush. LACON. For me may Sybaris flow, not milk, but honey : so that you, My maid, may dip your pitcher each morn in honey-dew. COMETES. My goats, they feed on clover and goats-delight; they tread On mastick leaves, and fling their limbs down on a strawberry bed. LACON. My sheep have honeysuckle bloom for pasture : ivy grows In multitudes around them, and blossoms like the rose. COMETES. I scorn Alcippe. When she took my cushat, she did not Draw with both hands my face to hers, and kiss me on the spot. 36 IDYLL V. LACON. I like Eumedes hugely: for, wlien I put a flute Into his hand, he kissed me, and heartily to boot. COMETES. Lacon, the nightingale should scarce be challenged by the jay, Nor swans by hoopoes: but, poor boy, thou aye wert for a fray. MOESON. I bid the shepherd hold his peace. To thee, Cometes, I, I, Morson, judge this lamb : the Nymphs will claim her by-and-bye ; Then shalt thou send to Morson an elegant lambs-fry. COMETES. By Pan, but I will send it ! My bucks, run riot now : I mean to crow o'er Lacon, ay ye shall soon see how! I've won, and I could leap sky-high! And be ye of good cheer. My hornbd ewes: I'll wash you all tomorrow in the mere. Ho ! you, sir, with the glossy coat and dangerous crest ; you dare 1^- ^ir__±- (j± ^si^z. ~> Klin >. Ci Look at a ewe, till I have slai-n my lamb — J. yon "11 iaiel What! is he at his tricks a?mn? He :;. -i_ _; -srill 'Or mv name's not C-ometes' i -^r;-:'-;: 'i-':"-'-:^ xet i^* so; 18 IDYLL VL Ei)t Braiun battle. BAPHNIS. BjUIGETAS. Tr\AMCETAS once, and Daphnis with his kine, Met in a glen: one beard was partly grown, And one just glinting. There they sat and sang All by a brookside on a summer's noon : And thou shalt hear the burden of their song; Daphnis began it, as the challenger. DAPHNIS. " See ! Galatea pelts thy flock with fruit, And calls their master 'Lack-love,' Polypheme: Thou sittest all regardless, heeding nought (Blind, blind!) but thy sweet piping. Look again, She hits the dog that follows at thy heels. The fleeced flock's sentinel : oceanward he looks And barks, and, imaged in the light surf, runs Amid the breakers plashing lazily. See that he leap not on her as she comes THE DEAWN BATTLE. 39 From her sea-bath, and rend her dainty limbs! — She fools thee like the sultry thistledown In hot sweet summer; forward when thou'rt cold, Coy when thou'rt forward: plays a dangerous game; But, Polypheme, all tricks are fair in love." And then Damoetas lilted pleasantly : — "I marked her pelt my ilock, I was not blind, By Pan, by this my one my precious eye That bounds my vision now and evermore! But Telemus the seer, be his the woe, His and his children's, that he promised me ! Yet do I too tease her; I pass her by, Pretend to woo another: — and she hears (Heaven help me!) and is faint with jealousy; And hurrying from her sea-bath, as if stung, Scans eagerly my grotto and my flock. 'Twas I that taught my dog to bark at her: For, when I wooed her, he would whine and lay His o'er-obtrusive muzzle in her lap. These things she'll maybe note, and send me soon Message on message: but I'll bar my door Until she swear to wed me on this isle ! And I am less unlovely than men say. I looked into the mere (the mere was calm). And goodly seemed my beard, and goodly seemed 40 IDYLL VI. My solitary eye, and, half-revealed, My teeth gleamed whiter than the Parian marl. Thrice for good luck I spat upon my robe : That learned I of the hag Cottytaris — her Who fluted lately with Hippocoon's mowers," Damoetas then kissed Daphnis lovingly : One gave a pipe and one a goodly flute. Straight to the shepherd's flute and herdsman's pipe The younglings bounded in the soft green grass : And neither was o'ermatched, but matchless both. 0' IDYLL VIL NCE on a time did Eucritus and I (With us Amyntas) to the riverside Steal from the city. For Lycopas' sons Were that day busy with the harvest-home, Antigenes and Phrasidemus, sprung (If aught thou holdest by the good old names) L^ ) By Clytia from great Chalcon — him who erst Planted one stalwart knee against the rock, And lo, beneath his foot Byrrhina's rill Brake forth, and at its side poplar and elm Shewed aisles of pleasant shadow, greenly roofed By tufted leaves. Scarce midway were we now, Nor yet descried the tomb of Brasidas: When there drew near a wayfarer from Crete, A favourite of the Muse, young Lycidas. The horned herd was his care: a glance miglit tell So much : for every inch a herdsman he. Slung o'er his shoulder was a ruddy hide 42 IDYLL A"II. Torn from a he-goat, shaggy, tangle-haired, That reeked of rennet yet : a broad belt clasped A patched cloak round his breast, and for a staff jo His right hand bore a gnarled wild-olive bough. Soon with a quiet smile he spoke — his eye Twinkled, and laughter sat upon his lip : " And whither ploddest thou thy weary way Beneath the noontide sun, Simichides? For now the lizard sleeps upon the wall, The crested lark folds now his wandering wing. Speed'st thou, a bidd'n guest, to some reveller's board? Or townward to the ti^ding of the grape? For lo ! recoiling from thy hurrying feet The pavement-stones ring out right merrily." Then I : " Friend Lycid, all men say that none Of haymakers or herdsmen is thy match At piping : and my soul is glad thereat. Yet, to speak truth, I think to rival thee. Now look, this road holds holiday to-day : For banded brethren solemnise a feast To richly-dight Demeter, thanking her For her good gifts : for with no grudging hand Hath the boon goddess filled the wheaten floors. So come : the way, the day, is thine as mine : Try we our woodcraft — each may learn from each. I am, as thou, a trumpet-voice of song; HARVEST-HOME. 43 All hail me chief of minstrels. But I'm not, Heaven knows, o'ercredulous : no, I scarce can yet (I think) outvie Philetes, nor the bard Of Samos, champion of Sicilian song. They are as cicadas challenged by a frog." I spake to gain my ends ; and laughing liglit He said: "Accept this club, as thou'rt indeed A born truth-teller, shaped by heav'n's own hand !. I hate your builders who would rear a house High as Oromedon's mountain-pinnacle : I hate your song-birds too, whose cuckoo-cry Struggles (in vain) to match the Chian bard. But come, we'll sing forthwith, Simichides, ^ O Our woodland music: and for my part I — List, comrade, if you like the simple air I forged among the uplands yesterday. \Smgs\ Safe be my true-love convoyed o'er the main To Mitylene — though the southern blast Chase the lithe waves, while westward slant the kids, Or low above the verge Orion stand — If from Love's furnace she will rescue me, For Lycidas is parched with hot desire. Let halcyons lay the seawaves and the winds, / Northwind and Westwind, that in shores far-off 44 IDYLL VII. Flutters the seaweed — halcyons, of all birds Whose prey is on the waters, held most dear By the green Nereids : yea let all things smile On her to Mitylene voyaging, And in fair harbour may she ride at last. I on that day, a chaplet wov'n of dill Or rose or simple violet on my brow, Will draw the wine of Pteleas from the cask Stretched by the ingle. They shall roast me beans, '^ And elbow-deep in thyme and asphodel And quaintly-curling parsley shall be piled My bed of rushes, where in royal ease I sit and, thinking of my darling, drain With stedfast lip the liquor to the dregs. I'll have a pair of pipers, shepherds both. This from Acharn^, from Lycopis that ; And Tityrus shall be near me and shall sing How the swain Daphnis loved the stranger-maid. And how he ranged the fells, and how the oaks (Such oaks as Himera's banks are green withal) Sang dirges o'er him waning fast away Like snow on Athos, or on Hsemus high. Or Rhodope, or utmost Caucasus. And he shall sing me how the big chest held (All through the maniac malice of his lord) A living goatherd : how the round-faced bees, HARVEST-HOME. 45 Lured from their meadow by the cedar smell, Fed him with daintiest flowers, because the Muse Had made his lips a haunt of honeyed song. Happy Cometes, this sweet lot was thine! The chest thy lodging and the honeycomb Thy meat, thou didst fulfil the natural year. And oh hadst thou been numbered with the quick In my day! I had led thy pretty goats About the hill-side, listening to thy voice : While thou hadst lain thee down 'neath oak or pine, Divine Cometes, warbling pleasantly." He spake and paused; and thereupon spake I. "I too, friend Lycid, as I ranged the fells. Have learned much lore and pleasant from the Nymphs, Whose fame mayhap hath reached the throne of Zeus. But this wherewith I'll grace thee ranks the first: Thou listen, since the Muses like thee well. [Sings] On me the young Loves sneezed : for hapless I Am fain of Myrto as the goats of Spring. But my best friend Aratus inly pines For one who loves him not. Aristes sees — (A wondrous seer is he, whose lute and lay Shrined Apollo's self would scarce disdain) — How love hath scorched Aratus to the bone. 46 IDYLL VII. Pan, that liauntest Homole's fair champaign, Bring the soft charmer, whosoe'er it be, Unhid to his sweet arms — so, gracious Pan, May ne'er thy ribs and shoulderblades be lashed With squills by young Arcadians, whensoe'er They lack their supper! But should this my prayer Mislike thee, then on nettles mayest thou sleep, Dinted and sore all over from their claws! Then mayest thou lodge amid Edonian hills By Hebrus, in midwinter ; there subsist. The Bear thy neighbour : and in summer range With the far iEthiops 'neath the Blemmyan rocks Where Nile is no more seen ! But ye Loves, Whose cheeks are like pink apples, quit your homes By Hyetis, or Byblis' pleasant rill. Or fair Dione's rocky pedestal, And strike that fair one with your arrows, strike The ill-starred damsel who disdains my friend. And lo, what is she but an o'er-ripe pear? The girls all cry ' Her bloom is on the wane.' We'll watch, Aratus, at that porch no more. Nor waste shoe-leather : let the morning cock Crow to wake others up to numb despair! Let Molon, and none else, that ordeal brave : While we make ease our study, and secure Some witch, to charm all evil from our door." HARVEST-HOME. 47 I ceased. He, smiling sweetly as before, Gave me the staff, ' the Muses' parting gift,' And leftward sloped tow'rds Pjxa. We the while, Bent us to Phrasydeme's, Eucritus and I, And least, not last, Amyntas : there we lay Half-buried in a couch of fragrant reed And fresh-cut vineleaves, who so glad as we? A wealth of elm and poplar shook o'erhead ; Hard by, a sacred spring flowed gurgling on From the Nymphs' grot, and in the sombre boughs The sweet cicada chirped laboriously. Hid in the thick thorn-bushes far away The treefrog's note was heard ; the crested lark Sang with the goldfinch; turtles made their moan, And o'er the fountain hung the gilded bee. All of rich summer smelt, of autumn all : Pears at our feet, and apples at our side Tumbled luxuriant; branches on the ground Sprawled, overweighed with damsons ; while we brushed From the cask's head the crust of four long years. Say, ye who dwell upon Parnassian peaks, Nymphs of Castalia, did old Chiron e'er Set before Heracles a cup so brave In Pholus' cavern — did as nectarous draughts Cause that Anapian shepherd, in whose hand Rocks were as pebbles, Polypheme the strong. 48 IDYLL VII. Featlj to foot it o'er the cottage lawns: — As, ladies, ye bid flow that day for us All by Demeter's shrine at harvest-home? Beside whose cornstacks may I oft again Plant my broad fan : while she stands by and smiles, Poppies and cornsheaves on each laden arm. IDYLL VIIL Cije Criump^ of Bap^nis. BAPHNIS. MENALCAS. A GOATHERD. "PvAPHNIS, the gentle herdsman, met once, as rumour tells, Menalcas making with his flock the circle of the fells. Both chins were gilt with coming beards: both lads could sing and play: Menalcas glanced at Daphnis, and thus was heard to say: "Art thou for singing, Daphnis, lord of the lowing kine? I say my songs are better, by what thou wilt, than thine." Then in his turn spake Daphnis, and thus he made reply : " shepherd of the fleecy flock, thou pipest clear and high ; But come what will, Menalcas, thou ne'er wilt sing as I." E 50 IDYLL YIII. MENALCAS. This art thou fain to ascertaiuj and risk a bet with me ? DAPHNIS. This I full fain would ascertain, and risk a bet with thee. MENALCAS. But what, for champions such as we, would seem a fitting prize ? DAPHNIS. 1 stake a calf: stake thou a lamb, its mother's self in size. MENALCAS. A lamb I'll venture never: for aye at close of day Father and mother count the flock, and passing strict are they. DAPHNIS. Then what shall be the victor's fee ? What wager wilt thou lay? MENALCAS. A pipe discoursing through nine mouths I made, full fair to view; The wax is white thereon, the line of this and that edge true. I'll risk it: risk my father's own is more than I dare do. THE TRIUMPH OF DAPH^IS. 51 DAPHNIS. A pipe discoursing through nine mouths, and fair, hath Daphnis too : The wax is white thereon, the line of this and that edge true. But yesterday I made it : this finger feels the pain Still, where indeed the rifted reed hath cut it clean in twain. But who shall he our umpire ? who listen to our strain ? MENALCAS. Suppose we hail yon goatherd ; him at whose horned herd now The dog is barking — yonder dog with white upon his brow. Then out they called : the goatherd marked them, and up came he; Then out they sang; the goatherd their umpire fain would be. To shrill Menalcas' lot it fell to start the woodland lay : Then Daphnis took it up. And thus Menalcas led the way. MENALCAS. " Ye god-created vales and streams ! Oh if ]\Ienalcas e'er Piped aught of pleasant music in your ears : 52 IDYLL VIIL Then pasture, nothing loth, his lambs ; and let young Daphnis fare No worse, should he stray hither with his steers." DAPHNIS. "Ye joy-ahounding lawns and springs! If Daphnis sang you e'er Such songs as ne'er from nightingale have flowed; Lend to his herd your fatness ; and let Menalcas share Like plenty, should he wend along this road." MENALCAS. " 'Tis springtide all and greenness, and all the udders teem With milk, and all things young have life anew. Where my sweet maiden wanders: but parched and withered seem, When she departeth, lawn and shepherd too." DAPHNIS. "There sheep and goats twin-burdened abound, and honey-bees Peopling the hives, and oaks of statelier growth. Where falls my darling's footstep : but hungriness shall seize. When she departeth, herd and herdsman both." THE TEIUMPH OF DAPHNIS. 53 MENALCAS. " ram, the fair flock's chieftain ; thy blunt-nebb'd favourites guide Where round the mere lie forests myriad-deep : 'Tis there she hides ! Go, Stump-horn, tell her how Proteus plied (A god) the shepherd's trade, with seals for sheep." DAPHNTS. " I ask not gold, I ask not the broad lands of a king ; I ask not to be fleeter than the breeze; But 'neath this steep to watch my sheep, feeding as one, and fling (Still clasping her) my carol o'er the seas." MENALCAS. *' Storms are the fruit-tree's bane ; the brook's, a summer hot and dry ; The stag's a woven net, a gin the dove's ; Mankind's, a soft sweet maiden. Others have pined ere I : Zeus! Father! hast not thou thy ladyloves?" Thus far, in alternating strains, the lads their woes rehearst : Then each one gave a closing stave. Thus sang ]\Ienalcas first : — 54 IDYLL VIII. MENALCAS. " spare, good wolf, my weanlings ! their milky mothers spare ! Harm not the little lad who hath so many in his care! What, Firefly, is thy sleep so deep? It ill befits a hound, When ranging with his master, to slumber over-sound. And, wethers, of this tender grass take, nothing coy, your fill : So, when the after-math shall come, will none be weak or ill. So ! so ! feed on, that ye be full, that not an udder fail : Part of the milk shall rear the lambs, and part shall fill my pail." Then Daphnis flung a carol out, as of a nightingale : — DAPHNIS. ''Me from her grot but yesterday a girl of haughty brow Spied as I passed her with my kine, and said, ' How fair art thou ! ' I gave for answer not so much as one disdainful word, But, looking ever on the ground, paced onwards with my herd. For sweet the heifer's music, and sweet the heifer's breath 5 THE TEIUMPH OF DAPHNIS. 55 Sweet tilings to me the youngling calf, sweet things her mother saith ; And sweet is sleep by summer-brooks upon the breezy lea: And acorns they grace well the oak, apples the apple- tree, Her calves the cow; the herdsman, but for his herd cares he." So sang the lads ; and thereupon outspake the referee : GOATHERD. " Daphnis, lovely is thy voice, thy music sweetly sung ; Such song is pleasanter to me than honey on my tongue. Accept this pipe, for thou hast won. And, should there be some notes That thou could'st teach me, as I plod alongside with my goats; I'll give thee for thy schooling this ewe, that horns hath none: Day after day she'll fill the can, until the milk o'errun." Then how the one lad laughed and leaped and clapped his hands for glee! A kid that bounds to meet its dam might dance as merrily. 56 IDYLL VIII. And how the other inly burned, struck down by his disgrace ! A maid first parting from her home might wear as sad a face. Thenceforth was Daphnis champion of all the country side: And won, while yet in topmost youth, a Naiad for his bride. IDYLL IX. pastorals. BAPHNIS. MENALCAS. A SHEPHERD. SHEPHERD. A SONG from Daphnis! Open he the lay, He open : and Menalcas follow next : While the calves suck, and with the barren kine The young bulls graze, or roam knee-deep in leaves, And ne'er play truant. But a song from thee, Daphnis — anon Menalcas will reply. DAPHNIS. Sweet is the chorus of the calves and kine, And sweet the herdsman's piping. I outvie Their sweetness ; and a rush-strewn bed is mine Near a cool rill, where carpeted I lie On fair white goatskins. From a hill-top high The westwind swept me down the herd entire, Cropping the strawberries : whence it comes that I 58 IDYLL IX. No more heed summer, with his breath of fire, Than lovers heed the words of mother and of sire. Thus Daphnis : and Menalcas answered thus : — MENALCAS. ^Etna, mother mine ! A grotto fair, Scooped in the rocks, have I : and there I keep All that in dreams men picture! Treasured there Are multitudes of she-goats and of sheep. Swathed in whose wool from top to toe I sleep. The fire that boils my pot, with oak or beech Is piled — dry beech-logs when the snow lies deep ; And storm and sunshine, I disdain them each As toothless sires a nut, wlien broth is in their reach. 1 clapped applause, and straight produced my gifts : A staff for Daphnis — 'twas the handiwork Of nature, in my father's acres grown : Yet might a turner find no fault therewith. I gave his mate a goodly spiral-shell : We stalked its owner on th' Icarian rocks And ate him, fairly parted among five. He made forthwith a trumpet of his shell. Tell, woodland Muse — and then farewell — what song I, the chance-comer, sang before those twain. PASTOEALS. 59 SHEPHERD. Ne'er shall a falsehood scarify my tongue ! Crickets with crickets, ants with ants agree, And hawks with hawks : and music sweetly sung, Beyond all else, is grateful unto me. Filled aye with music may my dwelling be! Not slumber, not the bursting forth of Spring So charms me, nor the flowers that tempt the bee, As those sweet Sisters. He, on whom they fling One gracious glance, is proof to Circe's blandishing. IDYLL X. MILO. BATTUS. MILO. TT/'ELL, my poor ploughman, and what ails thee now? Th J furrow lies not even as of yore : Thy fellows leave behind thy lagging plough, As the flock leaves a ewe whose feet are sore : By noon and midday what will be thy plight If now, so soon, thy coulter fails to bite? BATTUS. Hewn from hard rocks, untired at set of sun, Milo, didst ne'er regret some absent one ? MILO. Not I. What time have workers for regret? BATTUS. Hath love ne'er kept thee from thy slumbers yet? MILO. Nay, heaven forbid ! If once the cat taste cream ! THE TWO WORKMEN. 61 BATTUS. Milo, these ten days love hath been my dream. MILO. You drain your wine, while vinegar's scarce with me. BATTUS. — Hence since last spring untrimmed my borders be. MlLO. And what lass flouts thee? BATTUS. She whom we heard play Amongst Hippocoon's reapers yesterday. MILO. Your sins have found you out— you're e'en served right: You'll clasp a corn-crake in your arms all night. BATTUS. You laugh: but headstrong Love is blind no less Than Plutus : talking big is foolishness. MILO. T don't talk big. But lay the corn-ears low 62 IDYLL X. And sing the while some love-song — easier so Will seem your toil: you used to sing, I know. BATTUS. Maids of Pieria, of my slim lass sing ! One touch of yours ennobles everything. [Sings.] My sweet! on thy complexion men remark; Call thee shrunk, swart: I call thee olive-brown. Violets and pencilled hyacinths are dark, Yet first of flowers they're chosen for a crown. As goats pursue the clover, wolves the goat. And cranes the ploughman, upon thee I dote. Had I but Cra3sus' wealth, we twain should standi Gold-sculptured, in Love's temple : thou should'st play Thy pipe, a rose or apple in thy hand, I flaunt my minstrel's robe and sandals gay. Bombyca! twinkling ebony are thy feet. Honey thy month, thy ways none knows how sweet ! MILO. Fine verses can this unknown herdsman make — How shone the artist in each measured line! Why, lad, that beard grew on thee by mistake ! List to this stave, by Lytierse the divine. THE TWO WORKMEN". 63 [Sinffs] rich in fruit and cornblade: be this field Tilled well, Demeter, and fair fruitage yield ! Bind the sheaves, reapers : lest one, passing, say — 'A fig for these, they're never worth their pay.' Let the mown swathes look northward, ye who mow. Or westward — for the ears grow fattest so. Avoid a noontide nap, ye threshing men : The chaff flies thickest from the corn-ears then. Wake when the lark wakes ; when he slumbers, close Your work, ye reapers : and at noontide doze. t Boys, the frogs' life for me! They need not him "Who fills the flagon, for in drink they swim. Better boil herbs, thou toiler after gain. Than, splitting cummin, split thy hand in twain. This that I've sung thee, ploughman, is a tune For men to sing that swelter in the sun. Thy meagre love-tale is a thing to croon In thy mamma's ear when her dreams are done. IDYLL XL Clje ©tant's 5i2iiooing. ]V/rETHINKS all nature hath no cure for Love, Plaster or unguent, Nicias, saving one; And this is light and pleasant to a man, Yet hard withal to compass — minstrelsy. As well thou wottest, who'rt thyself a leech, And a prime favourite of those Sisters nine. 'Twas thus our Giant lived a life of ease, Old Polyphemus, when, the down scarce seen On lip and chin, he wooed his ocean nymph: No curlypated rose-and-apple wooer, But a fell madman, blind to all but love. Oft from the green grass foldward fared his sheep , Unhid: while he upon the windy beach, Singing his Galatea, sat and pined From dawn to dusk, an ulcer at his heart: Great Aphrodite's shaft had fixed it there. Yet found he that one cure: he sate him down On the tall cliff, and seaward looked, and sang: — THE GIANT'S WOOING. 65 "White Galatea, why disdain tliy love? White as a press'd cheese, delicate as the lamb, Wild as the heifer, soft as summer grapes ! If sweet sleep chain me, here thou walk'st at large ; If sweet sleep loose me, straightway thou art gone, Scared like a sheep that sees the gray wolf near. I loved thee, maiden, when thou cam'st long since, To pluck the hyacinth-blossom on tlie fell, Thou and my mother, piloted by me. I saw, I see thee still, from that day forth For ever; but 'tis nought, ay nought, to thee. I know, sweet maiden, why thou art so coy : Shaggy and huge, a single eyebrow spans From ear to ear my forehead, whence one eye Gleams, and an o'erbroad nostril tops my lip. /Yet I, this monster, feed a thousand sheep [That yield me sweetest draughts at milking-tide : \In summer, autumn, or midwinter, still Vails not my cheese; my milkpail aye o'erflows. Then I can pipe as ne'er did Giant yet. Singing our loves — ours, honey, thine and mine — At dead of night: I rear eleven hinds (Each with her fawn) and bearcubs four, for thee. Oh come to me — thou shalt not rue the day — And let the mad seas beat against the shore! 'Twere sweet to haunt my cave the livelong night : F 66 IDYLL XI. Laurel, and cypress tall, and ivy dun, And vines of sumptuous fruitage, all are there : And a cold spring that pine-clad ^tna flings Down from the white snow's midst, a draught for gods ! Who would not change for this the ocean- waves? " But thou mislik'st my hair ? Well, oaken logs Are here, and embers yet aglow with fire. Burn (if thou wilt) my heart out, and my eye, My lonely eye wherein is my delight. Oh why was I not born a finny thing, To float unto thy side and kiss thy hand, Denied thy lips — and bring thee lilies white And crimson-petalled poppies' dainty bloom ! Stay — summer hath his flowers and autumn his; I could not bring all these the selfsame day. Lo, should some mariner hither oar his road, Sweet, he shall teach me straightway how to swim, That haply I may learn what bliss ye find In your sea-homes. Galatea, come Forth from yon waves, and coming forth forget (As I do, sitting here) to get thee home : And feed my flocks and milk them, nothing loth, And pour the rennet in to fix my cheese! "The blame's my mother's; she is false to me; THE GIANT'S WOOIXG. 67 Spake thee ne'er yet one sweet word for my sake, Though day by day she sees me pine and pine. I'll feign strange throbbings in my head and feet To anguish her — as I am anguished now." Cyclops, Cyclops, where are flown thy wits? Go plait rush-baskets, lop the olive-boughs To feed thy lambkins — that were rational. Chase not the recreant, milk the willing ewe : The world hath Galateas fairer yet. " — Many a fair damsel bids me sport with her The livelong night, and smiles if I give ear. On land at least I still am somebody." Thus did the Giant feed his love on song, And gained more ease than may be bought with gold. IDYLL XII. npHOU art come, love, come! Scarce thrice hath dusk to day Given place — but lovers in an hour grow gray. As spring's more sweet than winter, grapes than thorns. The ewe's fleece richer than her latest-horn's; As young girl's charms the thrice-wed wife's outshine, As fawns are lither than the ungainly kine, Or as the nightingale's shrill notes outvie The mingled music of all birds that fly ; So at thy coming passing glad was I. I ran to greet thee e'en as pilgrims run To beechen shadows from the scorching sun : Oh if on us accordant Loves would breathe. And our two names to future years bequeath! ' These twain' — let men say — ' lived in olden days. This was a yokel (in their country-phrase) THE SWEETHEARTS. 69 His siceetlieart tliat, (so talked these simple folk,) And lovingly they bore a mutual yoke. The hearts of men were made of sterling gold, When love bred love, in those brave days of old.' Zeus, O gods who age not nor decay ! Let e'en two hundred ages roll aw'ay, But at the last these tidings let me learn, Borne o'er the fatal pool whence none return : — " By every tongue thy constancy is sung. Thine and thy sweetheart's — chiefly by the young." But lo, the future is in heaven's high hand : Meanwhile thy graces all my praise demand. Not false lip-praise, not idly bubbling froth — For though thy wrath be kindled, e'en thy wrath Hath no sting in it : doubly I 'm caressed. And go ray way repaid with interest. Oarsmen of Megara, ruled by Nisus erst ! Yours be all bliss, because ye honoured first That true sweetheart, Athenian Diodes. Around his gravestone with the first spring-breeze Flock the girls all, to win the kissing-prize : And whoso sweetliest lip to lip applies Goes crown-clad home to her mother. Blest is he Who in such strife is named the referee : 70 IDYLL XIL To brightfaced Ganymede full oft he'll cry_ To lend his lip the potencies that lie Within that stone with which the usurers Detect base metal, and which never errs. IDYLL XIIL "VTOT for us only, Nicias, (vain the dream,) Sprung from what god soe'er, was Eros born: Not to us only grace doth graceful seem, Frail things who wot not of the coming morn. No — for Amphitryon's iron-hearted sou, Who braved the lion, was the slave of one : — A fair curled creature, Hylas was his name. He taught him, as a father might his child, All songs whereby himself had risen to fame; Nor ever from his side would be beguiled When noon was high, nor when white steeds convey Back to heaven's gates the chariot of the day, 72 IDYLL XIII. Nor when the hen's shrill brood becomes aware Of bed-time, as the mother's flapping wings Shadow the dust-browned beam. 'Twas all his care To shape unto his own imaginings And to the harness train his favourite youth, Till he became a man in very truth. Meanwhile, when kingly Jason steered in quest Of the Gold Fleece, and chieftains at his side Chos'n from all cities, proffering each her best, To rich lolchos came that warrior tried, And joined him unto trim-built Argo's crew; And with Alcmena's son came Hylas too. Through the great gulf shot Argo like a bird — And by-and-bye reached Phasis, ne'er oerta'en By those in-rushing rocks, that have not stirred Since then, but bask, twin monsters, on the main. But now, when waned the spring, and lambs were fed In far-off fields, and Pleiads gleamed o'erhead. That cream and flower of knighthood looked to sail. They came, within broad Argo safely stowed, (When for three days had blown the southern gale) To Hellespont, and in Propontis rode At anchor, where Cianian oxen now Broaden the furrows with the busy plough. HYLAS. 73 They leapt ashore, and, keeping rank, prepared Their evening meal : a grassy meadow spread Before their eyes, and many a warrior shared (Thanks to its verdurous stores) one lowly bed. And while they cut tall marigolds from their stem And sworded bulrush, Hylas slipt from them. Water the fair lad went to seek and bring To Heracles and stalwart Telaraon, (The comrades aye partook each other's fare,) Bearing a brazen pitcher. And anon, Where the ground dipt, a fountain he espied. And rushes growing green about its side. There rose the sea-blue swallow-wort, and there The pale-hued maidenhair, with parsley green And vagrant marsh flowers ; and a revel rare In the pool's midst the water-nymphs were seen To hold, those maidens of unslumbrous eyes Whom the belated peasant sees and flies. And fast did Malis and Eunica cling, And young Nycheia with her April face. To the lad's hand, as stooping o'er the spring He dipt his pitcher. For the young Greek's grace Made their soft senses reel ; and down he fell. All of a sudden, into that black well. 74 IDYLL XIII. So drops a red star suddenly from sky- To sea — and quoth some sailor to his mate : " Up with the tackle, boy ! the breeze is high." Him the nymphs pillowed, all disconsolate, On their sweet laps, and with soft words beguiled ; But Heracles was troubled for the child. Forth went he ; Scythian-wise his bow he bore And the great club that never quits his side ; And thrice called ' Hylas' — ne'er came lustier roar From that deep chest. Thrice Hylas heard and tried To answer, but in tones you scarce might hear; The water made them distant though so near. And as a lion, when he hears the bleat Of fawns among the mountains far away, A murderous lion, and with hurrying feet Bounds from his lair to his predestined prey : So plunged the strong man in the untrodden brake — (Lovers are maniacs) — for his darling's sake. He scoured far fields — what hill or oaken glen Remembers not that pilgrimage of pain? His troth to Jason was forgotten then. Long time the good ship tarried for those twain With hoisted sails; night came and still they cleared The hatcheSj but no Heracles appeared. HYLAS. 75 On he was wandering, reckless where he trod, So mad a passion on his vitals preyed: While Hylas had become a blessed god. But the crew cursed the runaway who had stayed Sixty good oars, and left him there to reach Afoot bleak Phasis and the Colchian beach. IDYLL XIV. Ci)e Hobe of Cf)Bonirf)U!3. THYONICHUS. ^SCHINES. ^SCHINES. XT AIL, sir Thjonichus. THYONICHUS. -^scliines, to you. ^SCHINES. I have missed thee. THYONICHUS. Missed me ! Why what ails him now ? ^SCHINES. My friend, I am ill at ease. THYONICHUS. Then this explains Thy leanness, and thy prodigal moustache And dried-up curls. Thy counterpart I saw, THE LOYE OF THTONICHUS. 77 A wan Pythagorean, yesterday. He said he came from Athens : shoes he had none : He pined, I'll warrant, — for a quartern loaf. ^SCHINES. Sir, you will joke — But I've been outraged, sore, And by Cynisca. I shall go stark mad Ere you suspect — a hair would turn the scale. THYONICHUS. Such thou wert always, jEschines my friend. In lazy mood or trenchant, at thy whim The world must wag. But what's thy grievance now? ^SCHINES. That Argive, Apis the Thessalian Knight, Myself, and gallant Cleonicus, supped Within my grounds. Two pullets I had slain, And a prime pig : and broached my Biblian wine ; 'Twas four years old, but fragrant as when new. We'd oyster-soup : it went down pleasantly. Well, we got on, and each must drain a cup To whom he fancied; only each must name. We named, and took our liquor as ordained ; But she sate silent — this before my face. Fancy my feelings ! " Speak — unless the wolf 78 IDYLL XIV. (Some jester said) hath charmed your voice away." Then might her kindling face have fired a torch. A wolf had charmed her: Wolf her neighbour's son, Dainty and tall, and fair in divers eyes : For his illustrious sake it was she pined. This had been breathed, just idly, in my ear: Shame on my beard, I ne'er pursued the hint. Well, when we four were deep amid our cups, The Knight must sing ' The AVolf ' (a local song) Eight through, for mischief. All at once she wept Hot tears as girls of six years old might weep. Clinging and clamouring round their mother's lap. And I, (you know my humour, friend of mine,) Drove at her face, one, two! She gathered up Her robes and vanished promptly through the door. "And so I fail to please, false lady mine? Another lies more welcome in thy lap? Go warm that other's heart: he'll say thy tears Are liquid pearls." And as a swallow flies Forth in a hurry, here or there to find A mouthful for her brood among the eaves : From her soft sofa passing-swift she fled Through folding-doors and hall, with random feet : ' The stag had gained his heath ': you know the rest. Three weeks, a month, nine days and ten to that, To-day's the eleventh : and 'tis just two months THE LOVE OF THYONICHTJS. 79 All but two days, since she and I were two. Hence is my beard of more than Thracian growth. Now Wolf is all to her : Wolf enters in At midnight; I'm a cypher in her eyes; The poor Megarian, doomed a castaway. All would go right, if I could once unlove: But now, you wot, the rat hath tasted tar. And what may cure a swain at his wit's end I know not : Simus, (true,) a mate of mine, Loved Epichalchus' daughter, and took ship And came home cured. And I will sail the seas. Worse men, it may be better, are afloat, I shall still prove an average man-at-arms. THTONICHUS. Now may thy love run smoothly, iEschines ! But should 'st thou really mean a voyage out, The freeman's best paymaster's Ptolemy. ^SCHINES. What is he else? THTONICHUS. A gentleman : a man Of wit and taste; the top of company; Loyal to ladies; one whose eye is keen For friends, and keener still for enemies. 80 IDYLL XIV. Large in his bounties, he, in kingly sort. Denies a boon to none : but, ^schines, One should not ask too often. This premised, If thou will clasp the military cloak O'er thy right shoulder, and with legs astride Await the onward rush of shielded men : Hie thee to Egypt. Age o'ertakes us all ; Our temples first ; then on o'er cheek and chin, Slowly and surely, creep the frosts of Time. Up and do somewhat, ere thy limbs are sere. IDYLL XV. GORGO. PEAXmOA. GORGO. TS dame Praslnoa in? PRAXINOA. Yes, Gorgo dear. How late you are — the only marvel is You're here at all! Quick, Eunoa, find a chair And fling a cushion on it. GOEGO. Thanks. PEAXmOA. Sit down. GORGO. Oh what a thing is spirit ! Here I am, Praxinoa, safe at last from all that crowd And all those chariots every street a mass G 82 ' IDYLL XV. Of boots and soldiers' jackets! Oh! the road Seemed endless and you live so far away! PRAXINOA. This land's-end den — for dwelling it is not — My madcap hired to keep us twain apart And stir up strife. 'Twas like him, odious pest ! GOKGO. Nay, call not, dear, your lord, your Deinon, names To the babe's face. Look how it stares at you! PRAXINOA. There, baby sweet, I never meant Papa. GORGO. It understands, by'r lady! dear Papa! PRAXINOA. Well, yesterday (that means what day you like) * Papa' had rouge and hair-powder to buy ; He brought back salt! this oaf of six-foot-one! GORGO. Just such another is that pickpocket My Diocleides. He bought t' other day Six fleeces at seven drachms, his last exploit. THE TWO LADIES OF SYEACIJSE. 83 What were they? Scraps of worn-out pedlar's-bags, Sheer trash. — But put your gown and kirtle on; And we'll to Ptolemy's, the sumptuous king, To see the Adonis. As I hear, the queen Provides us entertainment of the best. PEAXINOA. The grand can do things grandly. Tell me more, You that have seen : be eyes unto the blind. GOEGO. 'Twere time we went — but all time's holiday With idlers. PEAXINOA. Eunoa, pampered minx, the jug! Set it down here — you cats would sleep all day On cushions — Stir yourself, fetch water, quick ! W^ater's our first want. How she holds the jug! Now, pour — not, cormorant, in that wasteful way — You've drenched my dress, bad luck t'you! There, enough : I have made such toilet as my fates allowed. Now for the key o' the plate-chest. Bring it, quick ! GOEGO. My dear, that full pelisse becomes you well. What did it stand you in, straight off the loom ? 84 IDYLL SV. PEAXINOA. Don't ask me, G orgo : two good pounds and more. Then I gave all my mind to trimming it. GOEGO. Well, 'tis a great success. Where have you left My mantle, Eunoa, and my parasol? Arrange me nicely. Babe, you'll bide at home : Horses might eat you, ghosts ! — Yes, cry your fill, But we won't have you maimed. Now let's be off. You, Phrygia, take and nurse the tiny thing : Call the dog in : make fast the outer door, PEAXINOA. Gods ! what a crowd ! How, when shall we get past This nuisance, these unending ant-like swarms? Yet, Ptolemy, we owe thee thanks for much Since heaven received thy sire! No miscreant now Creeps Thug-like up, to maul the passer-by. What games men played erewhile — men shaped in crime, Birds of a feather, rascals every one ! — We're done for, Gorgo darling — here they are, The Royal horse! 8weet sir, don't trample me! That bay — the savage! — reared up straight on end! Fly, Eunoa, can't you? Doggedly she stands. He'll be his rider's death! — How glad I am THE TWO LADIES OF SYRACUSE. 85 My babe's at home. GOKGO. Praxinoa, never mind ! See, we're before them now, and they're in line. PEAXINOA. There, I'm myself. But from a child I feared Horses, and slimy snakes. But haste we on : A surging multitude is close behind. GORGO [^0 Old Lady]. From the palace, mother? OLD LADY. Ay, child. GORGO. Is it fair Of access? OLD LADY. Trying brought the Greeks to Troy. Young ladies, they must try who would succeed. GORGO. The crone hath said her oracle and gone. AVomen know all — how Adam married Eve. — Praxinoa, look what crowds are round the door! 86 IDYLL XV. PEAXINOA. Fearful. Your hand, please, Gorgo. Eunoa, you Hold Eutycliis — hold tight or you'll be lost. We'll enter in a body — hold us fast! Oh dear, my muslin dress is torn in two, Gorgo, already ! Pray, good gentleman, (And happiness be yours) respect my robe ! STRANGER. I could not if I would — nathless I will. PRAXINOA. They come in hundreds, and they push like swine. STRANGER. Lady, take courage : it is all well now. PRAXIXOA. And now and ever be it well with thee, Sweet man, for shielding us! An honest soul And kindly. Oh! we're smothering Eunoa: Fight your way, trembler ! Good! ' We're all in now,' As quoth the goodman, and shut out his wife. GORGO. Praxinoa, look! Note well this broidery first. THE TWO LADIES OF SYRACrSE. 87 How exquisitely fine — too good for earth! Empress Athene, what strange sempstress wrought Such work? What painter painted, realized Such pictures? Just like life they stand or move. Facts and not fancies! What a thing is man! How bright, how lifelike on his silvern couch Lies, with youth's bloom scarce shadowing his cheek, That dear Adonis, lovely e'en in death! A STRANGEE. Bad luck t' you, cease your senseless pigeon's prate ! Their brogue is killing — every word a drawl! GORGO. Whence did he spring from? What is it to thee If we two prattle ? Order, sir, your slaves : You're ordering Syracusan ladies now! Corinthians bred (to tell you one fact more) As was Bellerophon : islanders in speech. For Dorians may talk Doric, I presume? PRAXINOA. Persephone! our master's yet unborn. I've but one terror, lest he soil my gown. GORGO. Hush, dear. Argeia's daughter's going to sing 88 IDYLL XV. The Ado7iis: that accomplislied vocalist Who has no rival in "TAe Sailors Grave.'''' Mark her coquetting with her music now. Song. Queen, who lov'st Golgi and the Sicel hill And Ida; Aphrodite radiant-eyed; The dainty-footed Hours from Acheron's rill Brought once again Adonis to thy side How changed in twelve short months! They travel slow, Those precious Hours : we hail their advent still, For blessings do they bring to all below. O Sea-born! thou didst erst, or legend lies. Shed on a woman's soul thy grace benign, And Berenice's dust immortalize. called by many names, at many a shrine ! For thy sweet sake doth Berenice's child (Herself a second Helen) deck with all That's fair, Adonis. On his right are piled Eipe apples fallen from the oak-tree tall ; And silver caskets at his left support Toy-gardens, Syrian scents enshrined in gold . And alabaster, cakes of every sort That in their ovens the pastrywomen mould, When with white meal they mix all flowers that bloom, THE TWO LADIES OF SYEACUSE. 89 Oil-cakes and lioney-cakes. There stand pourtrayed Each bird, each butterfly; and in the gloom Of foliage climbing high, and downward weighed By graceful blossoms, do the young Loves play Like nightingales, and perch on every tree, And flit, to try their wings, from spray to spray. Then see the gold, the ebony! O see The ivory-carven eagles, bearing up To Zeus the boy who fills his royal cup! Soft as a dream, such tap'stry gleams o'erhead As the Milesian's self would gaze on, charmed. But sweet Adonis hath his own sweet bed : Next Aphrodite sleeps the roseate-armed, A bridegroom of eighteen or nineteen years. Kiss the smooth boyish lip — there's no sting there ! The bride hath found her own : all bliss be hers ! And him at dewy dawn we'll troop to bear To where the breakers hiss against the shore : There, with dishevelled dress and unbound hair, Bare-bosomed all, our descant wild we'll pour: "Thou haunt'st, Adonis, earth and heaven in turn, Alone of heroes. Agamemnon ne'er Could compass this, nor Aias stout and stern : Not Hector, eldest-born of her who bare Ten sons, not Patrocles, nor safe-returned 90 IDYLL XY. From Ilium Pyrrlius, such distinction earned : Nor, elder yet, the sons of Lapitha, Of Pelops and Deucalion, and the crown Of Greece, Pelasgians. Gracious may'st thou be^ Adonis, now : pour new-year's blessings down ! Right welcome dost thou come, Adonis dear: Come when thou wilt, thou 'It find a welcome here." GORGO. 'Tis fine, Praxinoa! How I envy her Her learning, and still more her luscious voice! We must go home: my husband's supperless: And, in that state, he's simply vinegar. Don't cross his path when hungry ! So farewell, Adonis, and be housed 'mid welfare aye! IDYLL XVL Kf}t Valnt of Song. "ITTHAT fires the IMuse's, what the minstrel's lays? Aye some immortal's or some hero's praise. Heaven is their theme, as heavenly is their birth : We, of earth earthy, sing the sons of earth. Yet few, of all who see the gray morn rise, Lift not their latch, and hail with glad sm'prise Our Songs, then send them guerdonless away. Barefoot and angry, homeward journey they. To taunt him sore who sent them forth in vain : Crouched in their lean lone kennel they remain, Their face on their chill knees ; once more returned To their drear lodging, and with nothing earned. Where are those good old times? Who thanks us, who, For our good word? Men list not now to do Great deeds and worthy of the minstrel's verse : Vassals of gain, their hand is on their purse. Their eyes on lucre ; they will give away Nor gold nor dross ; and this is what they say : — 92 IDYLL XVI. " Kin before kith ; to prosper is my prayer ; PoetSj we knoWj are heaven's peculiar care. We've Homer; and what other's worth a thought? i call him chief of hards who costs me nought." Yet what if all your chests with gold are lined ? Is this enjoying wealth? Oh fools and blind! Part on your own selves, on the minstrel spend Part; and your kindred and your kind befriend: And to the gods give glory without end. And be not churlish hosts, but send away The guest well-filled, should he be loth to stay. And reverence most the priests of sacred song: So, when hell hides you, shall your names live long ; Not doomed to wail on Acheron's sunless sands, Like some poor hind, the inward of whose hands The spade hath knarled and knotted, born to groan, Poor sire's poor offspring, hapless Penury's own! Eoyal AlcEeus and Antiochus gave The monthly banquet to full many a slave; Many a fair flock did Scopas' stable house, The calves stood lowing by the horned cows ; And, marshalled by the good Philondaj's swains. Myriads of choice sheep basked on Cranon's plains. Yet had their glories ended, on the day THE YALUE OF SOXG. 93 When their sweet spirit dispossessed its clay, Te hated Acheron's ample barge resigned : Nameless, their stored-up luxury left behind, With the lorn dead through ages had they lain, Had not a minstrel bade them live again : The bard of Ceos, who in woven words Held converse with his harp of divers chords, And gave to each swift steed his meed of praise, When from the lists he bore his master crowned with bays. Forgot were Lycia's chiefs, and Hector's hair Of gold, and Cycnus femininely fair; But that bards bring old battles back to mind. Odysseus' self, who roamed amongst mankind A hundred years and more, reached utmost hell Alive, and 'scaped the giant's hideous cell. Had lived and died: Eumeeus and his swine; Philgeteus, busy with his herded kine; And great Laertes' self, had passed away, Were not their names preserved in Homer's lay. Through song alone may man true glory taste; The dead man's riches his survivors waste. But count the waves, with yon gray wind-swept main Borne shoreward: from a red brick wash his stain In some pool's violet depths : 'twill task thee yet 94 IDYLL XYI. To reach the heart on baleful avarice set. To such I say Fare well : let theirs be store Of wealth ; but let them always crave for more Horses and mules inferior things / find To the esteem and love of all mankind. But to what mortal's roof may I repair, I and my Muse, and find a welcome there? I and my Muse : for minstrels fare but ill, Reft of those maids, who know the raightiest's will. The cycle of the years, it flags not yet; In many a chariot many a steed shall sweat : And one, to manhood grown, my lays shall claim. Whose deeds shall rival great Achilles' fame. Who from stout Aias might have won the prize On Simois' plain, where Phrygian Ilus lies. ISTow, in their sunset home on Libya's heel, Phoenicia's sons unwonted chillness feel : Now, with his targe of willow lit his breast, The Syracusan bears his spear in rest. Amongst these Hiero arms him for the war, Eager to fight as warriors fought of yore ; The plumes float darkling o'er his helmed brow. Zeus, the sire most glorious; and thou. Empress Athene; and thou, damsel fair, Who with thy mother wast decreed to bear THE YALIIE OF SOXG. 95 Rule o'er ricli Corinth, o'er tliat city of pride Beside whose walls Anapiis' waters glide : — May ill winds waft across the Southern sea (Of late a legion, now but two or three,) Far from our isle, our foes ; the doom to tell, To wife and child, of those they loved so well ; While the old race enjoy once more the lands Spoiled and insulted erst by alien hands! And fair and fruitful may tlieir cornlands be! Their flocks in thousands bleat upon the lea. Fat and full-fed : their kine, as home they wind. The lagging traveller of his rest remind! With might and main their fallows let them till : Till comes the seedtime, and cicalas trill (Hid from the toilers of the hot midday In the thick leafage) on the topmost spray! O'er shield and spear their webs let spiders spin. And none so much as name the battle-din! Then Hiero's lofty deeds may minstrels bear Beyond the Scythian ocean-main, and where Within those ample walls, with asplialt made Time-proof, Semiramis her empire swayed. I am but a single voice: but many a bard Beside me do those heavenly maids regard : May those all love to sing, 'mid earth's acclaim. Of Sicel Arethuse, and Hiero's fame. 96 IDYLL XVI. O Songs, kingborn sisters, who hold dear Minyau Orchomenos, once the Thebans fear : I go not forth unbid ; but wheresoe'er Men bid me, nothing loth I house me there, I and my Muse: and ye shall quit me ne'er! What joy could life afford, if Song could die? May we be comrades aye, my Songs and I. IDYLL XVIL €^e Iratse of ^tolmg. TT7ITH Zeus begin, sweet sisters, end with Zeus, When ye would sing the sovereign of the skies : But first among mankind rank Ptolemy; First, last, and midmost; being past compare. Those mighty ones of old, half men half gods, Wrought deeds that shine in many a subtle strain ; I, no unpractised minstrel, sing but him ; Divinest ears disdain not minstrelsy. But as a woodman sees green Ida rise Pine upon pine, and ponders which to fell First of those myriads ; even so I pause Where to begin the chapter of his praise : For thousand and ten thousand are the gifts Wherewith high heaven hath graced, the kingliest king. Was not he born to compass noblest ends, Lagus' own son, so soon as he matured H 98 IDYLL XVII. Schemes such as ne'er had dawned on meaner minds? Zeus doth esteem him as the blessed gods; In the sire's courts his golden mansion stands. And near him Alexander sits and smiles, The turbaned Persian's dread ; and, fronting both, Rises the stedfast adamantine seat Piled erst for tauricidal Heracles. Who there holds revels with his heavenly mates, And sees, with joy exceeding, children rise On children ; for that Zeus exempts from age And death their frames who sprang from Heracles : And Ptolemy, like Alexander, claims From him ; his gallant son their common sire. And when, the banquet o'er, the Strong Man wends. Cloyed with rich nectar, home unto his wife. This kinsman hath in charge his cherished shafts And bow ; and that his knarled and knotted club ; And both to white-limbed Hebe's bower of bliss Convoy the bearded warrior and his arms. Then how among wise ladles — blest the pair That reared her ! — peerless Berenice shone ! Dione's sacred child, the Cyprian queen. O'er that sweet bosom passed her taper hands : And hence, 'tis said, no man loved woman e'er As Ptolemy loved her. She o'er-repaid THE PEAISE OF PTOLEMY. 99 His love ; so, nothing doubting, lie could leave His substance in his lojal children's care, And rest with her, fond husband with fond wife. She that loves not bears sons, but all unlike Their father : for her heart was otherwhere. Aphrodite, matchless e'en in heaven For beauty, thou didst love her; wouldst not let Thy Berenice cross the wailful waves : But thy hand snatched her — to the blue lake bound Else, and the dead's grim ferryman — and enshrined With thee, to share thy honours. There she sits, To mortals ever kind, and passion soft Inspires, and makes the lover's burden light. Dark-browed Eunice, linked with Tydeus, bare Diomed the slayer, famed in Calydon : And deep-veiled Thetis unto Peleus gave The javelineer Achilles. Thou wast born Of Berenice, Ptolemy by name And by descent, a warrior's warrior child. Cos from its mother's arms her babe received, Its destined nursery, on its natal day : 'Twas there Antigone's daughter in her pangs Cried to the goddess who could bid them cease : Who soon was at her side, and lo ! her limbs Forgot their anguish, and a child was born 100 IDYLL XVII. Fair, its sire's self. Cos saw, and shouted loud; Handled the babe all tenderly, and spake: " Wake, babe, to bliss : prize me, as Phoebus prized His azure-sphered Delos : grace the hill Of Triops, and the Dorians' sister shores, As king Apollo graced Ehenaia's isle." So spake the isle. An eagle high o'erhead Poised in the clouds screamed thrice, the prophet-bird Of Zeus, and sent by him. For awful kings All are his care, those chiefliest on whose birth He smiled : exceeding glory waits on them : Theirs is the sovereignty of land and sea. But if a myriad realms spread far and wide O'er earth, if myriad nations till the soil To which heaven's rain gives increase: yet what land Is green as low-lying Egypt, when the Nile Wells forth and piecemeal breaks the sodden glebe? Where are like cities, peopled by like men? For he hath seen three hundred towns arise, Three thousand, and three myriad; and o'er all He rules, the prince of heroes, Ptolemy. Claims half Phoenicia, and half Araby, Syria and Libya, and the Jilthiops dark; Sways the Pamphylian and Cilician braves. THE PEAISE OF PTOLEMY. 101 The Lycian and the Carian trained to war. And all the isles: for never fleet like his Rode upon ocean: land and sea alike And sounding rivers hail king Ptolemy. Many are his horsemen, many his targeteers, Whose burdened breast is bright with clashing steel : Light are all royal treasuries, weighed with his. For wealth from all climes travels day by day To his rich realm, a hive of prosperous peac« No foeman's tramp scares monster-peopled Nile, Waking to war her far-off villages : No arm^d robber from his war-ship leaps To spoil the herds of Egypt. For a prince Sits throned in her broad plains, in whose right arm Quivers the spear, the bright-haired Ptolemy. Like a true king, he guards with might and main The wealth his sires' arm won him and his own. Nor strown all idly o'er his sumptuous halls Lie piles that seem the work of labouring ants. The holy homes of gods are rich therewith ; Theirs are the flrstfruits, earnest aye of more. And freely mighty kings thereof partake. Freely great cities, freely honoured friends. None entered e'er the sacred lists of song, Whose lips could breathe sweet music, but he gained Fair guerdon at the hand of Ptolemy. 102 IDYLL XVIL And Ptolemy do music's votaries hymn For his good gifts — hath man a fairer lot Than to have earned fair fame among mankind? The Atridse's name abides, while all the wealth Won from the sack of Priam's stately home Went to the winds, and shall return no more. Ptolemy, he only, treads a path whose dust Burns with the footprints of his ancestors, And overlays those footprints with his own. He raised rich shrines to mother and to sire, There reared their forms in ivory and gold, Passing in beauty, to befriend mankind. Thighs of fat oxen oftentimes he burns On crimsoning altars, as the months roll on, He and his stedfast wife. No fairer bride E'er clasped her lord in royal palaces : And her heart's love her brother-husband won. In such blest union joined the immortal pair Whom queenly Rhea bore, and heaven obeys : One couch the maiden of the rainbow decks With myrrh-dipt hands for Here and for Zeus. Now farewell, prince ! I rank thee aye with gods And read this lesson to the afterdays, Mayhap they'll prize it: 'Honour is of Zeus.' IDYLL XVIII. Cf)e miUl of ?t?clcn. TTTHILOME, in Laced^mon, Tripped many a maiden fair To gold-tressed Menelaus' halls, With hyacinths in her hair: Twelve to the Painted Chamber, The queenliest in the land, The clustered loveliness of Greece, Came dancing hand in hand. For Helen, Tyndarus' daughter. Had just been wooed and won, Helen the darling of the world. By Atreus' younger son: For this with woven footsteps They beat the floor, and sang Their bridal-hymn of triumph Till all the palace rang. *^*Not waking yet, sweet bridegroom? Art thou o'erfond of sleep? 104 IDYLL XVIII. Or hast tliou leadenweighted limbs? Or hadst thou drunk too deep When thou didst fling thee to thy lair? Betimes thou should'st have sped, If sleep were all thy purpose, Unto thy bachelor's bed : And left her in her mother's arms To nestle, and to play A girl among her girlish mates Till deep into the day. For not alone tomorrow And not to-day alone, But through the days and through the years Thou hast her for thy own. "Nay! heaven, O happy bridegroom. Smiled as thou enteredst in To Sparta, like thy brother kings. And told thee thou should'st win ! What hero son-in-law of Zeus Hath e'er aspired to be? Yet lo! one coverlid enfolds The child of Zeus, and thee. Ne'er did a thing so lovely Roam the Achaian lea. THE BRIDAL OF HELEK 105 "And who shall match her offspring, If babes are like their mother? For we were playmates once, and ran And raced with one another (All varnished, warrior fashion) Along Eiirotas' tide, Thrice eighty gentle maidens, Each in her girlhood's pride: Yet none of all seemed faultless, If placed by Helen's side. "As peers the nascent Morning Over thy shades, O Night, When Winter disenchains the land, And Spring goes forth in white : So Helen peered above us. All loveliness and light. "As climbs aloft some cypress. Garden or glade to grace ; As the Thessalian courser lends A lustre to the race : Such pride had Lacedsemon In Helen's rosebud face. 106 IDYLL XVIII. " And wlio into the basket e'er The yarn so deftly drew, Or through the mazes of the web So well the shuttle tlirew, And severed from the framework So closelywov'n a warp : And who could wake with masterhand Such music from the harp, To broadlimbed Pallas tuning And Artemis her lay — As Helen, Helen in whose eyes The Loves for ever play? "O bright, O beautiful, for thee Are matron-cares begun. We to green paths and blossomed meads With dawn of morn must run. And cull a breathing chaplet ; And still our dream shall be, Helen, of thee, as weanling lambs Yearn in the pasture for the dams That nursed their infancy. For thee the lowly lotus-bed We'll spoil, and plait a crown To hang upon the shadowy plane; For thee will we drop down THE BRIDAL OF HELEN. 107 ('Neath that same shadowy platan) Oil from our silver urn ; And carven on tlie bark shall be This sentence, ' Hallow Helen's tree' ; In Dorian letters, legibly For all men to discern. "Now farewell, bride, and bridegroom Blest in thy new-found sire ! May Leto, mother of the brave, Bring babes at your desire, And holy Cypris cither's breast With mutual love inspire : And Zeus the son of Cronos Grant blessings without end, From princely sire to princely son For ever to descend. " Sleep on, and love and longing Breathe in each other's breast ; But fail not when the morn returns To rouse you from your rest : With dawn shall we be stirring. When, lifting high his fair 108 IDYLL XVIII. And feathered neck, the earliest bird To clarion to the dawn is heard. O god of brides and bridals, Sing 'Happy, happy pair!'" IDYLL XIX. Eobf Stealing l^oneg. /^NCE tliievisli Love the honeyed hives would rob, When a bee stung him : soon he felt a throb Through all his finger-tips, and, wild with pain, Blew on his hands and stamped and jumped in vain. To Aphrodite then he told his woe : ^How can a thing so tiny hurt one so?' She smiled and said ; ' Why thou 'rt a tiny thing, As is the bee; yet sorely thou canst sting.' IDYLL XX. Coton antJ (Kountrg. /^NCE I would kiss Eunice. "Back," quoth she, And screamed and stormed ; " a sorry clown kiss me? Your country compliments, I like not such ; No lips but gentles' would I deign to touch. Ne'er dream of kissing me : alike I shun Your face, your language, and your tigerish fun. How winning are your tones, how fine your air! Your heard how silken and how sweet your hair! Pah! you've a sick man's lips, a blackamoor's hand: Your breath's defilement. Leave me, I command." Thrice spat she on her robe, and, muttering low, Scanned me, with half-shut eyes, from top to toe : Brought all her woman's witcheries into play, Still smiling in a set sarcastic way, Till my blood boiled, my visage crimson grew With indignation, as a rose with dew. TOWN AND COUNTRY. Ill And so she left me, inly to repine That such as she could flout such charms as mine. O shepherds, tell me true! Am not I fair? Am I transformed? For lately I did wear Grace as a garment; and my cheeks, o'er them Ran the rich growth like ivy round the stem. Like fern my tresses o'er my temples streamed; White, o'er my eyebrows dark, my forehead gleamed : My eyes were of Athene's radiant blue, My mouth was milk, its accents honeydew. Then I could sing — my tones were soft indeed! — To pipe or flute or flageolet or reed : And me did every maid that roams the fell Admire and love : not so this city belle. She scorns the herdsman ; knows not how divine Bacchus ranged once the valleys with his kine; How Cypris, maddened for a herdsman's sake, Deigned upon Phrygia's mountains to partake His cares : and wooed, and wept, Adonis in the brake. What was Endymion, sweet Selene's love? A herdsman's lad. Yet came she from above, Down to green Latmos, by his side to sleep. And did not Rhea for a herdsman weep? Didst not thou, Zeus, become a wandering bird. To win the love of one who drove a herd? 112 IDYLL XX. Selene, Cybele, Cypris, all loved swains : Eunice, loftier-bred, their suit disdains. Henceforth, by hill or hall, thy swain disown, Cypris, and sleep the livelong night alone. IDYLL XXL Cf)e jFtgfjrrmfn. TIT' ANT quickens wit: Want's pupils needs must ^^ work, O Diophantus : for the child of toil Is grudged his very sleep by carking cares: Or, if he taste the blessedness of night, Thought for the morrow soon warns slumber off. Two ancient fishers once lay side by side On piled-up sea-wrack in their wattled hut, Its leafy wall their curtain. Near them lay The weapons of their trade, basket and rod. Hooks, weed-encumbered nets, and cords and oars. And, propped on rollers, an infirm old boat. Their pillow was a scanty mat, eked out AVith caps and garments : such the ways and means, Such the whole treasury of the fishermen. They knew no luxuries : owned nor door nor dog ; Their craft their all, their mistress Poverty: I 114 IDYLL XXI. Their only neighbour Ocean, who for aye Round their lorn hut came floating lazily. Ere the moon's chariot was in mid-career, The fishers girt them for the toil they loved, And banished slumber from unwilling eyes, And roused their dreamy intellects with song: — " They say that soon flit summer-nights away, Because all lingering is the summer day : Friend, it is false ; for dream on dream have I Dreamed, and the dawn still reddens not the sky. How? am I wandering? or does night pass slow?" " You wrong the gracious summer, reasoning so : 'Tis not that wilful seasons have gone wrong. But care maims slumber, and the nights seem long." " Didst thou e'er study dreams ? For visions fair I saw last night ; and fairly thou should'st share The wealth I dream of, as the fish I catch. Now, for sheer sense, I reckon few thy match ; And, for a vision, he whose motherwit Is his sole tutor best interprets it. And now we've time the matter to discuss: For who could labour, lying here (like us) THE FISHERMEX. 11.5 Pillowed on leaves and neighboured by the deep, Or sleeping amid thorns no easy sleep? In rich men's halls the lamps are burning yet; But fish come always to the rich man's net." " To me the vision of the night relate ; Speak, and reveal the riddle to thy mate." "Last evening, as I plied my watery trade, (Not on an o'erfuU stomach — we had made Betimes a meagre meal, as you can vouch,) I fell asleep ; and lo ! I seemed to crouch Among the boulders, and for fish to wait, Still dangling, rod in hand, my vagrant bait. A big fish caught it : (as the pudding-dish Is the dog's dream, so I but dream of fish :) Fast clung he to the hooks; his blood outwelledj Bent with his struggling was the rod I held : I spread my hands : my efforts made me ache : 'How, with a line tlius slight, this monster take?' Then, hinting at the pain I had undergone, Quoth I, 'Would'st bite me? Thou't be bit anon;' And drew him unresisting to the shore. A glance convinced me 1 need toil no more: 'Twas a gold fish, pure metal every inch That I had captured. I began to fiinch ; 116 IDYLL XXI. ' What if this beauty be the sea-king's joy, Or azure Amphitrite's treasured toy?' With care I disengaged him — not to rip With hasty hook the gilding from his lip : And with a tow-line landed him, and swore Never to set my foot on ocean more, But with my gold live royally ashore. So I awoke : and, comrade, lend me now Thy wits, for I am troubled for my vow." " Ne'er quake : you're pledged to nothing, for no prize You gained or gazed on. Dreams are nought but lies. Yet may this dream bear fruit; if, wide-awake And not in dreams, you'll fish the neighbouring lake. Fish that are meat you'll there mayhap behold, Not die of famine, amid dreams of gold. IDYLL XXII. Ci)^ £ons of Urta. rriHE pair I sing, that jEgis-arm^d Zeus Gave unto Leda; Castor and the dread Of bruisers Poly deuces, whensoe'er His harnessed hands were lifted for the fray. Twice and again I sing the manly sons Of Leda, those Twin Brethren, Sparta's own : Who shield the warrior on the deadly scarp. The horse wild-plunging o'er the crimson field. The ship that, disregarding in her pride Star-set and star-rise, meets disastrous gales : — Such gales as pile the billows mountain-high. E'en at their own wild will, round stem or stern : Dash o'er the hold, the timbers rive in twain, Till mast and tackle dangle in mid-air Shivered like toys, and, as the night draws on, The rain of heaven falls fast, and, lashed by wind And iron hail, the great sea makes a noise. Then can they draw from out the nether abyss 118 IDYLL XXII. Both craft and crew, each deeming he must die: And lo the winds are still, and all the deep Is sunshine, and the routed clouds decamp, And once more shines the Great Bear and the Less, And, 'twixt the Asses dimly seen, the Crib Foretels fair voyage to the mariner, saviours, companions of mankind. Matchless on horse or harp, in lists or lay; Which of ye twain demands my earliest song? Of both I sing; of Polydeuces first. The Argo, 'scaped the inrush of the rocks, And snow-clad Pontus with his baleful jaws. Came to Bebrycia with her heaven-sprung freight; There by one ladder disembarked a host Of Heroes from the decks of Jason's ship. On the low beach, to leeward of the cliff. They leapt, and piled their beds, and lit their fires : Castor meanwhile, the bridler of the steed. And Polydeuces of the nut-brown face, Had wandered from their mates ; and, wildered both. Searched through the boskage of the hill, and found Beneath a slab of rock a bubbling spring Brimful of purest water. In the depths Below, like crystal or like silver gleamed The pebbles : high above it pine and plane THE SONS OF LEDA. 119 And poplar rose, and cypress tipt with green ; With all ricli flowers that throng the mead, when wanes The Spring, sweet workshops of the honey-bee. And there sat basking one of giant bulk And grisly mien : hard knocks had stov'n his ears : Broad were his shoulders, vast his orb^d chest; Like a wrought statue rose his iron frame : And nigh the shoulder on each brawny arm Stood out the muscles, huge as rolling stones Caught by some rain-swoln river and shapen smooth By its wild eddyings : and o'er nape and spine Hung, balanced by the claws, a lion's skin. Him Leda's champion son accosted first: — POLYDEUCES. Luck to thee, stranger! Pray, who owns this place? AMTCUS. 'Tis luck indeed to see an unknown face. POLYDEUCES. Fear not, we're like our sires, good men and true. AMYCUS. I fear not aught, nor need advice from you. POLYDEUCES. What art thou? sullen churl, or haughty king? 120 IDYLL XXIL AMYCUS. I'm what you see: and I'm not trespassing. POLYDEUCES. On my land welcome you may come and go. AMYCUS. I ask no welcome, and have none to shew. POLYDEUCES. Have I your leave from yonder spring to sip? AMYCUS. You'll see, when thirst has parched your gasping lip. POLYDEUCES. Can gold cajole you? or if not, what can? AMYCUS. Nay, you must fight, and singly, man with man. POLYDEUCES. With fists? or foot to foot, and eye to eye? AMYCUS. Look to your fists ; and all your science try. THE SONS OF LED A. 121 POLYDEUCES. This arm, these gauntlets, who shall dare withstand? AMYCUS. T: and "the Bruiser's" is no woman's hand. POLYDEUCES. And what prize waits the victor in the strife? AMYCUS. You'll be my master, or I yours, for life. POLYDEUCES. By crimson-crested cocks such stakes are won. AMYCUS. Lions or cocks, we'll fight for these or none. He spoke, and clutched a hollow shell, and blew The trumpet. Straightway to the shadowy pine Clustering they came, as loud it pealed and long, Bebrycia's bearded warriors. Castor too, The star of tournament, went forth and called From the Magnesian ship the Heroes all. Then either champion armed with coils of hide 122 IDYLL XXII. His hands, and round his limbs bound ponderous bands, And, breathing bloodshed, stept into the ring. First there was much manoeuvring, who should catch The sunlight on his rear: but thou didst foil, O Polydeuces, valour by address ; And full on Amycus' face the hot noon smote. He, in a rage, came up with outspread arms ; But the foe met his onset with a blow On the mid-cheek : he thereat angrier still Made the fight hot, and laid on, stooping low. Loud the Bebryclans cheered, and in reply The Heroes shouted ' Polydeuces wins ;' Alarmed lest haply in that narrow place The giant's bulk should bear their warrior down. But, shifting yet still there, the son of Zeus Scored him with swift exchange of left and right. And checked the onrush of the sea-god's child Fierce though it was : till, reeling with his wounds. He stood, and from his lips spat crimson blood. Cheered with one voice the princes, when they saw The lips and jowl all seamed with piteous scars, And the swoln visage and the half-closed eyes. Still the prince teased him, feinting here or there A thrust; and when he saw him helpless all, Let drive beneath his eyelids at his nose, And laid it bare to the bone. The stricken man THE SONS OP LEDA. 123 Measured liis Icngtli supine amid the fern. Keen was the fighting when he rose again, Deadly the blows their sturdy gauntlets dealt. But while Bebrycia's favourite sparred round chest And utmost shoulder, his resistless foe Made his whole face one mass of hideous wounds. While the one sweated all his bulk away, And, late a giant, seemed a pigmy now, The other's limbs waxed ever as he fought In semblance and in size. But how the son Of Zeus brought low that man of appetite, Tell, Muse, for thine is knowledge : I unfold A secret not mine own ; at thy behest Speak or am dumb, nor speak but as thou wilt. Amycus, athirst to do some doughty deed, Stooping aside from Polydeuces' lunge Locked their left hands ; and, stepping out, upheaved From his right hip his ponderous other-arm. And hit and harmed had been Amyclse's king; But, ducking low, he smote with one strong fist The foe^ left temple — fast the life-blood streamed From the grim rift — and dropped upon his arm. While with his left he reached the mouth, and made The set teeth tingle; and, redoubling aye His plashing blows, made havoc of his face 124 IDYLL XXII. And mincemeat of his cheeks, till all abroad He lay, and throwing up his arms disclaimed The strife, for he was even at death's door. No wrong the vanquished suffered at thy hands, O Polydeuces ; but he sware an oath Calling his sire Poseidon from the depths, Ne'er to do violence to a stranger more. Thy tale, prince, is told. Now sing I thee. Castor the Tyndarid, lord of rushing horse And shaking javelin, corsleted in brass. PART II. The sons of Zeus had borne two maids away, Leucippus' daughters. Straight in hot pursuit Went the two brethren, sons of Aphareus, Lynceus and Idas bold, their plighted lords. And when the tomb of Aphareus was gained, All leapt from out their cars, and front to front Stood, with their ponderous spears and orb^d shields. First Lynceus shouted loud from 'neath his jielm : "Whence, sirs, this lust for strife? Why, sword in hand. Raise ye this coil about your neighbours' wives? THE SONS OF LED A. 125 To us Leuclppus these his daughters gave, Long ere ye saw them : they are ours on oath. Ye, coveting (to your shame) your neighbour's bed And kine and asses and whate'er is his, Suborned the man and stole our wives by bribes. How often spake I thus before your face, Yea I myself, though scant I am of phrase: *Not thus, fair sirs, do honourable men Seek to woo wives whose troth is given elsewhere. Lo, broad is Sparta, broad the hunting-grounds Of Elis : fleecy Arcady is broad. And Argos and Messene and the towns To westward, and the long Sisyphian reach. There 'neath her parents' roof dwells many a maid Second to none in goodliness or wit : Wed of all these, and welcome, which ye will. For all men court the kinship of the brave; And ye are as your sires, and they whose blood Runs in your mother's veins, the flower of war. Nay, sirs, but let us bring this thing to pass; Then, taking counsel, choose meet brides for you.' So I ran on; but o'er the shifting seas The wind's breath blew my words, that found no grace With you, for ye defied the charmer's voice. Yet listen to me now if ne'er before : Lo! we are kinsmen by the father's side. 126 IDYLL XXII. But if ye lust for war, if strife must break Forth among kin, and bloodshed quench our feud, Bold Polydeuces then shall hold his hands And his cousin Idas from the abhorred fray : While I and Castor, the two younger-born. Try war's arbitrement ; so spare our sires Sorrow exceeding. In one house one dead Sufficeth : let the others glad their mates. To the bride-chamber passing, not the grave. And o'er yon maids sing jubilee. Well it were At cost so small to lay so huge a strife." He spoke — his words heaven gave not to the winds. They, the two first-born, disarrayed and piled Their arms, while Lynceus stept into the ring. And at his shield's rim shook his stalwart spear. And Castor likewise poised his quivering lance; High waved the plume on either warrior's helm. First each at other thrust with busy spear Where'er he spied an inch of flesh exposed : But lo ! both spearpoints in their wicker shields Lodged ere a blow was struck, and snapt in twain. Then they unsheathed their swords, and framed new modes Of slaughter : pause or respite there was none. Oft Castor on broad shield and plumbd helm THE SOXS OF LEDA. 127 Lit, and oft keen-eyed Lynceus pierced his shield, Or grazed his crest of crimson. But anon, As Lynceus brought his blade from his left knee, Back with the left sprang Castor and struck off His fingers : from the maimed limb dropped the sword. And, flying straightway, for his father's tomb He made, where gallant Idas sat and viewed The battle of the brethren. But the child Of Zeus rushed in, and with his broadsword drove Through flank and navel, sundering with swift stroke His vitals : Lynceus tottered and he fell. And o'er his eyelids rushed the dreamless sleep. Nor did their mother see her elder son Come a fair bridegroom to his Cretan home. For Idas wrenched from off the dead man's tomb A jutting slab, to hurl it at the man Who had slain his brother. Then did Zeus bring aid. And struck the marble fabric from his grasp. And with red lightning burned his frame to dust. So doth he fight with odds who dares provoke The Tyndarids, great sons of greater sire. Now farewell, Leda's sons : and honour aye The songs I sing. What minstrel loves not well The Tyndarids, and Helen, and the chiefs That trod Troy down for Menelaus' sake? 128 IDYLL XXII. The bard of Chios wrought your royal deeds Into his lays, who sang of Priam's state, And fights 'neath Ilium's walls; of sailor Greeks, And of Achilles towering in the strife. Yet take from me whate'er of high sweet song Heaven hath accorded to my low estate! Best of all gifts the gods love minstrelsy. IDYLL XXIII. Hobe abcufifti. A LAD deep-dipt in passion pined for one Whose mood was fro ward as her face was fair. Lovers she loathed, for tenderness she had none : Ne'er knew what Love was like, nor how he bare A bow, and arrows to make young maids smart : Proof to all speech, all access, seemed her heart. So he found nought his furnace to allay; No quiver of lips, no lighting of kind eyes, Nor rose-flushed cheek; no talk, no lover's play Was deigned him : but as forest-beasts are sh}'- Of hound and hunter, so with man dealt she; Fierce was her lip, her eyes gleamed dangerously. K 130 IDYLL XXIII. Her tyrant's-heart was imaged in her face, That flushed, then altering put on blank disdain. Yet, even then, her anger had its grace, And made her lover fall in love again. At last, unable to endure his flame. To the fell threshold all in tears he came : Kissed it, and lifted up his voice and said : " heart of stone, curst and cruel maid Unworthy of all love, by lions bred, See, my last ofi"ering at thy feet is laid, The halter that shall hang me ! So no more For my sake, lady, need thy heart be sore. Whither thou doom'st me, thither must I fare. There is a path, that whoso treads hath ease (Men say) from love; Forgetfulness is there. But if I drain that chalice to the lees, I may not quench the love I have for you ; Now at your gates I cast my long adieu. Your future I foresee. The rose is gay, And passing-sweet the violet of the spring: Yet time despoils them, and they soon decay. The lily droops and dies, that lustrous thing; The solid-seeming snowdrift melts full fast ; And maiden's bloom is rare, but may not last. LOVE AVENGED. 131 The time shall come, when you shall feel as I ; And J with seared heart, weep many a bitter tear. But, maiden, grant one farewell courtesy. When you come forth, and see me hanging here, E'en at your door, forget not my hard case; But pause and weep me for a moment's space. And drop one tear, and cut me down, and spread O'er me some garment, for a funeral pall, That wrapped thy limbs : and kiss me — let the dead Be privileged thus highly — last of all. You need not fear me : not if your disdain Changed into fondness could I live again. And scoop a grave, to hide my loves and me : And thrice, at parting, say, * My friend's no more:' Add if you list, ' a faithful friend was he ;' And look! I've scratched my epitaph on your door; Stranger^ Love slew Mm. Pass not hy^ until Thou hast paused and said, ^ His mistress used him ill.'"'' This said, he grasped a stone: that hideous stone At the mid threshold 'neath the wall he laid, And o'er the beam the light cord soon was thrown, And his neck noosed. In air the body swayed, Its footstool spurned away. Forth came once more The maid, and saw him hanging at her door. 132 IDYLL XXIII. No struggle of heart it cost her, ne'er a tear Slie wept o'er that young life, nor shunned to soil. By contact with the corpse, her woraan's-gear. But on she went to watch the athletes' toil, Then made for her loved haunt, the riverside : And there she met the god she had defied. For on a marble pedestal Eros stood Fronting the pool : the statue leaped, and smote And slew that miscreant. All the stream ran blood ; And to the top a girl's cry seemed to float. Rejoice, lovers, for the scorner fell; And, maids, be kind; for Love deals justice well. IDYLL XXIV. K\\t Infant l^crnrlfs. A LCMENA once had washed and given the breast To Heracles, a babe of ten months old, And Iphicles his junior by a night; And cradled both within a brazen shield, A gorgeous trophy, which Amphitryon erst Had stript from Pterelaus fall'n in fight. She stroked their baby brows, and thus she said: " Sleep, children mine, a light luxurious sleep. Brother with brother : sleep, my boys, my life : Blest in your slumber, in your waking blest!" She spake and rocked the shield ; and in his arms Sleep took them. But at midnight, when the Bear Wheels to his setting, in Orion's front Whose shoulder then beams broadest; Here sent, Mistress of wiles, two huge and hideous things. Snakes with their scales of azure all on end, 134 IDYLL XXIY. To the broad portal of the chamber-door, All to devour the infant Heracles. Thej, all their length uncoiled upon the floor, Writhed on to their blood-feast; a baleful light Gleamed in their eyes, rank venom they spat forth. But when with lambent tongues they neared the cot, Alcmena's babes (for Zeus was watching all) Woke, and through all the chamber there was light. And Iphicles — so soon as he descried The fell brutes peering o'er the hollow shield, And saw their merciless fangs — cried lustily. And kicked away his coverlid of down Fain to escape. But Heracles, he clung Round them with warlike hands, in iron grasp Prisoning the two: his clutch upon their throat, The deadly snake's laboratory, where He brews such poisons as e'en heaven abhors. They twined and twisted round the babe that, born After long travail, ne'er had shed a tear E'en in his nursery; but they soon let go, For powerless seemed their spines. Alcmena heard, While her lord slept, the crying, and awoke. " Amphitryon, up : chill fears take hold on me. Up : stay not to put sandals on thy feet. Hear'st thou our child, our younger, how lie cries ? THE IXFANT HERACLES. 135 Seest thou yon walls illumed at dead of niglit, But not by morn's pure beam? I know, I know, Sweet lord, that some strange thing is happening here." She spake; and he, upleaping at her call. Made swiftly for the sword of quaint device That aye hung dangling o'er his cedarn couch : And he was reaching at his span-new belt, The scabbard (one huge piece of lotus-wood) Poised on his arm ; when suddenly the night Spread out her hands, and all was dark again. Then cried he to his slaves, whose sleep was deep : " Quick, slaves of mine ; fetch fire from yonder hearth : And force with all your strength the doorbolts back ! Up, loyal-hearted slaves : the master calls." Forth came at once the slaves with lighted lamps. The house was all astir with hurrying feet. But when they saw the suckling Heracles With the two brutes grasped firm in his soft hands, They shouted with one voice. But he must shew The reptiles to Amphitryon ; held aloft His hands in childish glee, and laughed and laid At his sire's feet the monsters still in death. Then did Alcmena to her bosom take 136 IDYLL XXIV. The teiTor-blancli'd and passionate Iplilcles: Cradling the other in a lambswool quilt, Her lord once more bethought him of his rest. Now cocks had thrice sung out that night was o'er. Then went Alcmena forth and told the thing To Teiresias the seer, whose words were truth, And bade him rede her what the end should be : — 'And if the gods bode mischief, hide it not, Pitying, from me : man shall not thus avoid The doom that Fate upon her distaff spins. Son of Eueres, thou hast ears to hear.' Thus spake the queen, and thus he made reply : "Mother of monarchs, Perseus' child, take heart; And look but on the fairer side of things. For by the precious light that long ago Left tenantless these eyes, I swear that oft Achaia's maidens, as when eve is higli They mould the silken yarn upon their lap. Shall tell Alcmena's story : blest art thou Of women. Such a man in this thy son Shall one day scale the star-encumbered heaven : His amplitude of chest bespeaks him lord Of all the forest beasts and all mankind. Twelve tasks accomplished he must dwell with Zeus ; THE INFANT HERACLES. 1#7 His flesh giv'n over to Trachinian fires ; And son-in-law be hailed of those same gods Who sent yon skulking brutes to slay thy babe. Lo ! the day cometh when the fawn shall couch In the wolf's lair, nor fear the spiky teeth That would not harm him. But, O lady, keep Yon smouldering fire alive; prepare you piles Of fuel, bramble-sprays or fern or furze Or pear-boughs dried with swinging in the wind : And let the kindled wild-wood burn those snakes At midnight, when they looked to slay thy babe. And let at dawn some handmaid gather up The ashes of the fire, and diligently Convey and cast each remnant o'er the stream Faced by clov'n rocks, our boundary : then return Nor look behind. And purify your home First with sheer sulphur, rain upon it then, (Chaplets of olive wound about your heads,) Innocuous water, and the customed salt.* Lastly, to Zeus almighty slay a boar : So shall ye vanquish all your enemies." Spake Teiresias, and wheeling (though his years Weighed on him sorely) gained his ivory car. And Heracles as some young orchard-tree Grew up, Amphitryon his reputed sire. Its IDYLL XXIV. Old Linus taught him letters, Phoebus' child, A dauntless toiler by the midnight lamp. And all the arts that Argive wrestlers ken, Hipe and cross-buttock, all that bruisers use Terrific in their gauntlets, and whate'er Tricks of his trade the boxer-wrestler tries, His frame with earth laid parallel : all such lore Phocian Harpalicus gave him, Hermes' son : Whom no man might behold while yet far off And wait his armbd onset undismayed : A brow so truculent roofed so grim a face. To launch, and steer in safety round the goal, Chariot and steed, and damage ne'er a wheel. This the lad learned of fond Amphitryon's self. Many a fair prize from listed warriors he Had won on Argive racegrounds; yet the car Whereon he sat came still unshattered home, What gaps were in his harness time had made. Then with couch'd lance to reach the foe, his targe Covering his rear, and bide the biting sword ; Or, on the warpath, place his ambuscade, Marshal his lines and rally his cavaliers; This knightly Castor learned him, erst exiled From Argos, when her realms with all their wealth Of vineyards fell to Tydeus, who received Her and her chariots at Adrastus' hand. THE IjSTAIS'T HERACLES. ISQ Amongst the Heroes none was Castor's match Till age had dimmed the glory of his youth. Such tutors this fond mother gave her son. The stripling's bed was at his father's side, One after his own heart, a lion's skin. His dinner, roast meat, with a loaf that filled A Dorian basket, you might safely say Had satisfied a delver; and to close The day he took, sans fire, a scanty meal. A simple frock went halfway down his leg : IDYLL XXV. 31^crarlc.s tfjr ILion ^laBPt. rpO whom thus spake the herdsman of the herd, Pausing a moment from his handiwork : " Friend, I will solve thy questions, for I fear The angry looks of Hermes of the roads. No dweller in the skies is wroth as he, With him who saith the asking traveller nay. " Lo ! the fleeced flocks of royal Augeas One pasture pastures not, nor one fence bounds. They Avander, look you, some by Elissus' banks Or god-belov'd Alpheus' sacred stream, Some by Buprasium, where the grape abounds. Some here : their folds stand separate. But before His herds, though they be myriad, yonder glades That belt the broad lake round lie fresh and fair For ever : for the low-lying meadows take The dew, and teem with herbage honeysweet, HEEACLES THE LION SLAYER. 141 To lend new vigour to the horned kine. Here on thj right their stalls thou canst descry By the flowing river, for all eyes to see : Here, where the platans blossom all the year, And glimmers green the olive that enshrines Rural Apollo, most august of gods. Hard by, fair mansions have been reared for us His herdsmen ; us who guard with might and main His riches that are more than tongue may tell : Casting our seed o'er fallows thrice upturn'd Or four times by the share; the bounds whereof Well do the delvers know, whose busy feet Troop to bis wine-vats in fair summer-time. Yea, all these acres gracious Augeas owns. These corn-clad uplands and these orchards green, Far as yon ledges whence the cataracts leap. Here do we haunt, here toil, as is the wont Of labourers in the fields, the livelong day. But prythee tell me thou — so shalt thou best Serve thine own interests — wherefore art thou here? In quest of Augeas, or of one a slave That serves him? I can tell thee and I will All thou would'st know : for of no churlish blood Thou earnest, nor wert nurtured as a churl : That read I in thy stateliness of form ; The sous of heaven move thus among mankind." 142 IDYLL XXV. Then answered him the warrior son of Zeus. " Yea, veteran, I would see the Epean King Augeas; this need constrain'd me and I came. If he bides there amongst his citizens, Ruling the folk, determining the laws. Look, father; bid some serf to be my guide. Some honoured master-worker in the fields, Who to shrewd questions shrewdly can reply. Are not we made dependent each on each?" To him the good old swain made answer thus : " Stranger, some god hath timed thy visit here. For hither Augeas, offspring of the Sun, Came, with young Phyleus splendid in his strength, But yesterday from the city, to review (Not in one day) his multitudinous wealth. Methinks e'en princes say within themselves, 'The safeguard of the flock's the master's eye.' But haste, we'll seek him: to my own fold I Will pilot thee ; there haply find the King." He said and went in front : but ponder'd much (As he survey'd the lion-skin and the club. Itself an armful) whence this stranger came; And fain had asked. But fear recall'd the words That trembled on his lip, the fear to say HERACLES THE LION SLAYEE. 143 Aught that his fieiy friend might take amiss. For who can fathom all his fellow's mind? The dogs perceived their coming, yet far off: They scented flesh, they heard the thud of feet : And with wild gallop, baying furiously, Ran at Amphitryon's son : but feebly whined And fawned upon the old man at his side. Then Heracles, just lifting from the ground A pebble, scared them home, and truculently Cursed the whole pack ; and having stopped their din (Inly rejoiced, nathless, to see them guard So well an absent master's house) he spoke: "Lo! what a friend the royal gods have given Man in the dog! A trusty servant he! Had he withal an understanding heart. To teach him when to rage and when forbear, What brute could claim like praise ? But, lacking wit, 'Tis but a passionate random-raving thing." He spake : the dogs ran scurrying to their lairs. And now the sun wheeled round his westering car And led still evening on : from every field Came thronging the fat flocks to bield and byre. Then in their thousands, drove on drove, the kine 144 IDYLL XX Y. Came into view ; as raincloiids, onward driven By stress of gales, the west or mighty north, Come up o'er all the heaven j and none may count And nought may stay them as they sweep through air : Such multitudes the storm's strength drives ahead. Such multitudes climb surging in the rear — So in swift sequence drove succeeded drove, And all the champaign, all the highways swarmed With tramping oxen ; all the sumptuous leas Rang with their lowing. Soon enough the stalls Were populous with awkward-gaited kine. Soon did the sheep lie folded in their folds. Then of that legion none stood idle, none Gaped listless at the herd, with nought to do : But one drew near and milked them, binding clogs Of wood with leathern thongs around their feet: One brought, all hungering for the milk they loved. The longing young ones to the longing dams. One held the pail, one press' d the dainty cheese, Or drove the bulls home, sunder'd from the kine. From stall to stall advancing, Augeas saw W'hat revenue his herdsmen brought him in. With him his son survey'd the royal wealth, And, strong of limb and purpose, Heracles. And, though the heart within him was as steel. Framed to withstand all shocks, Amphitryon's son HERACLES THE LIOX SLATER. 145 Gazed in amazement on those thronging kine ; For none had deemed or dreamed that one, or ten, Whose wealth was more than regal, owned those tribes : Such huge largess the Sun had given his child. First of mankind for multitude of flocks. The Sun himself gave increase day by day To his child's herds: whate'er diseases spoil The farmer, came not there ; his kine increased In multitude and value year by year: None cast her young, or bare unfruitful males. Three hundred bulls, white-pasterned, crumple-horned, Ranged amid these, and eke two hundred roans, Sires of a race to be : and twelve besides Herded amongst them, sacred to the Sun. Their skin was white as swansdown, and they moved Like monarchs through the awkward-gaited kine. Scorning the herd in uttermost disdain They cropped the green grass in untrodden fields : And when from the dense jungle to the plain Leapt a wild beast, in quest of vagrant cows ; Scenting him first, the twelve went forth to war. Stern was their bellowing, in their eye sat death. Foremost of all for mettle and for might And pride of heart loomed Phaeton : him the swains Regarded as a star; so bright he shone Among the herd, the cynosure of eyes. L 146 IDYLL XXV. He, soon as he descried the sun-dried skin Of the grim lion, made at Heracles (Whose eje was on him) — fain to make his crest And sturdy brow acquainted with his flanks. Straight the prince grasped him with no tender grasp By the left horn, and bowed that giant bulk To earth, neck foremost: then, by pressure brought To bear upon liis shoulder, forced liim back. The web of muscles that enwraps the nerves Stood out from the brute's fore-arm plain to see. Marvelled the King, and Phyleus his brave son, At the strange prowess of Amphitryon's child. Then townwards, leaving straight that rich champaign, Stout Heracles his comrade, Phyleus fared ; And soon as they had gained the paven road. Making their way hotfooted o'er a path (Not o'er-conspicuous in the dim green wood) That left the farm and threaded through the vines. Then spake unto the child of Zeus most high. Who followed in his footsteps, Augeas' son. O'er his right shoulder glancing pleasantly. " stranger, as some old familiar tale I seem to cast thy history in my mind. For there came one to Argos, young and tall. HEEACLES THE LION SLAYER. 14^ By birth a Greek from Helice-on-seas, Who told this tale before a multitude: How that an Argive in his presence slew A fearful lion-beast, the dread and death Of herdsmen ; which inhabited a den Or cavern by the grove of Nemean Zeus. He may have come from sacred Argos' self, Or Tiryns, or Mycenae: what know I? But thus he told his tale, and said the slayer Was (if my memory serves me) Perseus' son. Methinks no islander had dared that deed Save thee : the lion's skin that wraps thy ribs Argues full well some gallant feat of arms. But tell me, warrior, first — that 1 may know If my prophetic soul speak truth or not — Art thou the man of whom that stranger Greek Spoke in my hearing? Have I guessed aright? How slew you single-handed that fell beast? How came it among rivered Nemea's glens? For none such monster could the eagerest eye Find in all Greece; Greece harbours bear and boar, And deadly wolf: but not this larger game. 'Twas this that made his listeners marvel then: They deemed he told them travellers' tales, to win By random words applause from standers-by." Then Phyleus from the mid-road edged away, 148 IDYLL XXV. That both might walk abreast, and he might catch More at his ease what fell from Heracles : Who journeying now alongside thus began: — " On the prior matter, child of Augeas, Thine own unaided wit hath ruled aright. But all that monster's history, how it fell. Fain would I tell thee who hast ears to hear, Save only whence it came : for none of all The Argive host could read that riddle right. Some god, we dimly guessed, our niggard vows Resenting, had let loose upon the realm Of Phoroneus this scourge of humankind. On peopled Pisa plunging like a flood The brute ran riot : notably it cost Its neighbours of Bembina woes untold. And here Eurystheus bade me try my first Passage of arms, and slay that fearsome thing. So with my buxom bow and quiver lined With arrows I set forth : my left hand held My club, a beetling olive's stalwart trunk And shapely, still environed in its bark : This hand had torn from holiest Helicon The tree entire, with all its fibrous roots. And finding soon the lion's whereabouts, I grasped my bow, and on the bent horn slipped HERACLES THE LION SLAYER. 149 The string, and laid thereon the shaft of death. And, now all eyes, I watched for that fell thing, In hopes to view hira ere he spied out me. But midday came, and nowhere could I see One footprint of the beast or hear his roar: And, trust me, none appeared of whom to ask, Herdsman or labourer, in the furrowed lea ; For wan dismay kept each man in his hut. Still on I footed, searching thro' and thro' The leafy mountain-passes, till I saw The creature, and forthwith essayed my strength. Gorged from some gory carcass, on he stalked At eve towards his lair; his grizzled mane. Shoulders, and grim glad visage, all adrip With carnage; and he licked his bearded lips, I, crouched among the shadows of the trees On the green hill-top, waited his approach, And as he came I aimed at his left flank. The barbed shaft sped idly, nor could pierce The flesh, but glancing dropped on the green grass. He, wondering, raised forthwith his tawny head. And ran his eyes o'er all the vicinage, And snarled and gave to view his cavernous throat. Meanwhile I levelled yet another shaft, 111 pleased to think my first had fled in vain. In the mid-chest I smote him, where the lungs 150 IDYLL XXY. Are seated : still the arrow sank not in, But landed imbecilely at his feet. Once more was I preparing, sore chagrined, To draw the bowstring, when the ravenous beast Glaring around espied me, lashed his sides With his huge tail, and opened war at once. Swelled his vast neck, his dun locks stood on end With rage : his spine moved sinuous as a bow, Till all his weight hung poised on flank and loin. And e'en as, when a chariot-builder bends With practised skill his shafts of splintered fig, Hot from the fire, to be his axle-wheels ; Flies the tough-rinded sapling from the hands That shape it, at a bound recoiling far: So from far-off the dread beast, all of a heap, Sprang on me, hungering for my life-blood. I Thrust with one hand my arrows in his face And my doffed doublet, while the other raised My seasoned cudgel o'er his crest, and drave Full at his temples, breaking clean in twain On the fourfooted warrior's hairy scalp My club ; and ere he reached me, down he fell. Headlong he fell, and poised on tremulous feet Stood, his head wagging, and his eyes grown dim ; For the shrewd stroke had shattered brain and bone. I, marking him beside himself with pain, HERACLES THE LION SLATER. 151 Fell, ere recovering he should breathe again, At vantage on his solid sinewy neck, My bow and woven quiver thrown aside. With iron clasp I gripped him from the rear (His talons else had torn me) and, my foot Set on him, forced to earth by dint of heel His hinder parts, my flanks entrenched the while Behind his fore-arm : till his thews were stretched And strained, and on his haunches stark he stood And lifeless: hell received his hideous ghost. Then with myself I counselled how to strip From off the dead beast's limbs his shaggy hide, A task full onerous, since I found it proof Against all blows of steel or stone or wood. Some god at last inspired me with the thought, With his own claws to rend the lion's skin. With these I flayed him soon, and sheathed and armed My limbs against the shocks of murderous war. Thus, sir, the Nemean lion met his end, Erewhile the constant curse of beast and man." IDYLL XXVI. Ci)e 93afdjanals. A GAVE of the vermeil-tinted cheek And Ino and Autonoa marshalled erst Three bands of revellers under one hill-peak. They plucked the wild-oak's matted foliage first, Lush ivy then, and creeping asphodel; And reared therewith twelve shrines amid the untrodden fell: To Semele three, to Dionysus nine. Next, from a vase drew offerings subtly wrought, And prayed and placed them on each fresh green shrine ; So by the god, who loved such tribute, taught. Perched on the sheer cliff, Pentheus could espy All, in a mastick hoar ensconced that grew thereby. THE BACCHANALS. 153 Autonoa marked him, and with frightful cries Flew to make havoc of those mysteries weird That must not be profaned by vulgar eyes. Her frenzy frenzied all. Then Pentheus feared And fled : and in his wake those damsels three, Each with her trailing robe up-gathered to the knee. " What will ye, dames," quoth Pentheus. " Thou shalt guess At what we mean, untold," Autonoa said. Agave moaned — as moans a lioness Over her young one — as she clutched his head : While Ino on the carcass fairly laid Her heel, and wrenched away shoulder and shoulder- blade. Autonoa's turn came next : and what remained Of flesh their damsels did among them share, And back to Thebes they came all carnage-stained, And planted not a king but aching there. Warned by this tale, let no man dare defy Great Bacchus; lest a death more awful he should die, 154 IDYLL XXVI. And, when he counts nine years or scarcely ten, Rush to his ruin. May I pass my days Uprightly, and be loved of upright men ! And take this motto, all who covet praise : ('Twas ^gis-bearing Zeus that spake it first :) ' The godly's seed fares well : the wicked's is accurst.' Now bless ye Bacchus, whom on mountain snows, Prisoned in his thigh till then, the Almighty laid. And bless ye fairfaced Semele, and those Her sisters, hymned of many a hero-maid, Who wrought, by Bacchus fired, a deed which none May gainsay — who shall blame that which a god hath done? H IDYLL XXVII. a (JTountrgman'.s M^oomg. DAPHNIS. A MAIDEN. THE MAIDEN. OW fell sage Helen ? throvigli a swain like thee. DAPHNIS. Ijess coy, my Helen freely kisses me. THE MAIDEN. Satyr, don't boast: what's idler than a kiss? DAPHNIS. Yet in such pleasant idling there is bliss. THE MAIDEN. I'll wash my mouth: where go thy kisses then? DAPHNIS. Wash, and return it — to be kissed again. 156 IDYLL XXVII. THE MAIDEN. Caress your oxen, not unhandled maids. DAPHNIS. Don't boast; for beauty is a dream that fades. THE MAIDEN. Past grapes are grapes: dead roses keep their smell. DAPHNIS. Come to yon olives: I've a tale to tell. THE MAIDEN. Not I : you fooled me with smooth words before. DAPHNIS. Come to yon elms, and hear me pipe once more. THE MAIDEN. Pipe to yourself: I rate your piping low. DAPHNIS. Fie! shall a maiden flout the Paphian so? THE MAIDEN. She's nought to me, if Artemis' favour last. A COUNTRY^MAN'S WOOING. 15: DAPHNIS. Hush, ere she smite you and entrap you fast. THE MAIDEN. And let her smite me, trap me as she will : My Artemis shall be my saviour still. Unhand me! What, again? I'll tear your lip. DAPHNIS. Can you, could maiden e'er, give Love the slip ? THE MAIDEN. You are his bondslave, but not I by Pan ! DAPHNIS. I doubt he'll give thee to a worser man. THE MAIDEN. Many have wooed me, but I fancied none. DAPHNIS. Till among many came the destined one. THE MAIDEN. Wedlock is woe. Dear love, what can 1 do ? 158 IDYLL XXVII. DAPHNIS. Woe it is not, but joy and dcancing too. THE MAIDEN. Wives dread their husbands: so I've heard it said. DAPHNIS. Nay, they rule o'er them. What does woman dread? THE MAIDEN. Then children — Eileithya's dart is keen. DAPHNIS. But the deliverer, Artemis, is your queen. THE MAIDEN. And bearing children all our grace destroys. DAPHNIS. Bear them and shine more lustrous in your boys. THE MAIDEN. Should I say yes, v/hat dower awaits me then? DAPHNIS. Thine are my cattle, thine this glade and glen. A COUNTRYMAN'S WOOING. 159 • THE MAIDEN. Swear not to wed, then leave me in my woe? DAPHNIS. Not I by Pan, though thou should'st bid me go. THE MAIDEN. And shall a cot be mine, with farm and fold? DAPHNIS. Thy cot 's half-built, thy sheep are on the wold. THE MAIDEN. What tale to my old father shall I tell? DAPHNIS. Soon as he hears my name he'll like it well. THE MAIDEN. Say it : I like a name, a pleasant one. DAPHNIS. I'm Daphnis, Lycid's and Nomaia's son. THE MAIDEN. Well-born indeed : and not less so am I. 160 IDYLL XXVII. DAPHNIS. I know — Menalcas' daughter may look high. THE MAIDEN. That grove, where stands your sheepfold, shew me please. DAPHNIS. Nay look, how green how tall my cypress-trees. THE MAIDEN. Graze, goats : I go to learn the herdsman's trade. DAPHNIS. Feed, bulls : I shew my copses to my maid. THE MAIDEN. Sir, why abstract my kerchief? you're too bold. DAPHNIS. The treasures hidden here I'll first unfold. THE MAIDEN. I'm petrified, by Pan! Unhand me pray! DAPHNIS. Why be so timorous? Pretty coward, stay. A COUNTETATAN'S WOOING. 161 THE MAIDEN. This seat's all dusty and has soiled mj gown. DAPHNIS. Then put this fleece beneath you and sit down. THE MAIDEN. And you've purloined my kirtle. What do you mean? DAPHNIS. I vow this kirtle to the Paphian queen. THE MAIDEN. Stav, miscreant — some one comes — I heard a noise. DAPHNIS. 'Tis but the green trees whispering of our joys. THE MAIDEN. Oh J and my cloak is torn, and won't stay on. DAPHNIS. Well, a far ampler shall be yours anon. THE MAIDEN. Generous just now, you'll one day grudge me bread. M 162 IDYLL XXVII. DAPHNIS. Ah! for thy sake my life-blood I could shed. THE MAIDEN. Artemis, forgive! Thy eremite breaks her vow. DAPHNIS. Love, and Love's mother, claim a calf and cow. THE MAIDEN. Oh, and must all my maiden sports be o'er? DAPHNIS. Be wife and mother 5 but a maid no more. Thus interchanging whispered talk the pair. Their faces all aglow, long lingered there. At length the hour arrived when they must part. With downcast eyes, but sunshine in her heart, She went to tend her flock; while Daphnis ran Back to his herded bulls, a happy man. IDYLL XXVIIL TTilSTAFF, blithely whirling distaff, azure-eyed Athene's gift To the sex the aim and object of whose lives is house- hold thrift, Seek with me the gorgeous city raised by Neilus, where a plain Roof of pale-green rush o'er-arches Aphrodite's hallowed fane. Thither ask I Zeus to waft me, fain to see my old friend's face, Nicias, o'er whose birth presided every passion-breathing Grace ; Fain to meet his answering welcome ; and anon deposit thee In his lady's hands, thou marvel of laborious ivory. Many a manly robe ye '11 fashion, and much floating maiden's gear; 164 IDYLL XXVIII. Nay, should e'er the fleecy mothers twice within the selfsame year Yield their wool in yonder pasture, Theugenis of the dainty feet Would perform the double labour: matron's cares to her are sweet. To an idler or a trifler 1 had verily been loth To resign thee, my distaff, for the same land bred us both : In the land Corinthian Archias built aforetime, thou hadst birth, In our island's core and marrow, whence have sprung the kings of earth : To the home I now transfer thee of a man who knows full well Every craft whereby men's bodies dire diseases may repel : There to live in sweet Miletus. Lady of the Distaff she Shall be named, and oft reminded of her poet-friend by thee: Men shall look on thee and murmur to each other, ' Lo ! how small Was the gift, and yet how precious ! Friendship's gifts are priceless all.' IDYLL XXIX. ILobcs. < QINCERITY comes with the wine-cup,' my dear : Then now o'er our wine-cups let us be sincere. My soul's treasured secret to you I '11 impart ; It is this; that I never won fairly your heart. One half of my life, I am conscious, has flown; The residue lives on your image alone. You are kind, and I dream I'm in paradise then; You are angry, and lo ! all is darkness again. It is right to torment one who loves you? Obey Your elder; 'twere best; and you'll thank me one day. Settle down in one nest on one tree (taking care That no cruel reptile can clamber up there) ; As it is with your lovers you're fairly perplext; One day you choose one bough, another the next. Whoe'er at all struck by your graces appears. Is more to you straight than the comrade of years ; While he's like the friend of a day put aside; For the breath of your nostrils, I think, is your pride. 166 IDYLL XXIX. Form a friendship, for life, with some likely young lad ; So doing, in honour your name shall be had. Nor would Love use you hardly ; though lightly can he Bind strong men in chains, and has wrought upon me Till the steel is as wax— But I'm longing to press That exquisite mouth with a brother's caress. No? Eeflect that you're older each year than the last; That we all must grow gray, and the wrinkles come fast. Reflect, ere you spurn me, that youth at his sides Wears wings; and once gone, all pursuit he derides: Nor are men over keen to catch charms as they fly. Think of this and be gentle, be loving as I : When your years are maturer, we two shall be then The pair in the Iliad over again. But if you consign all my words to the wind And say, 'Why annoy me? you're not to my mind,' I_who lately in quest of the Gold Fruit had sped For your sake, or of Cerberus guard of the dead — Though you called me, would ne'er stir a foot from my door. For my love and my sorrow thenceforth will be o'er. IDYLL XXX. Cljf JBcat^ of ationis. pYTHERA saw Adonis And knew that he was dead; She marked the brow, all grisly now, The cheek no longer red; And "Bring the boar before me" Unto her Loves she said. Forthwith her winged attendants Eanged all the woodland o'er, And found and bound in fetters Threefold the grisly boar : One dragged him at a rope's end E'en as a vanquished foe ; One went behind and drave him And smote him with his bow: On paced the creature feebly ; He feared Cythera so. 168 IDYLL XXX. To him said Aphrodite : " So, worst of beasts, 'twas you Who rent that thigh asunder, Who him that loved me slew?" And thus the beast made answer : " Cjthera, hear me swear By thee, by him that loved thee, And by these bonds 1 wear, And them before whose hounds I ran- I meant no mischief to the man Who seemed to thee so fair. "As on a carven statue Men gaze, I gazed on him; I seemed on fire with mad desire To kiss that offered limb : My ruin, Aphrodite, Thus followed from my whim, "Now therefore take and punish And fairly cut away These all unruly tusks of mine; For to what end serve they? And if thine indignation Be not content with this, THE DEATH OF ADONIS. 169 Cut off the moutli that ventured To offer him a kiss" — But Aphrodite pitied And bade them loose his chain. The boar from that day forward Still followed in her train; Nor ever to the wildwood Attempted to return. But in the focus of Desire Preferred to burn and burn. IDYLL XXXL A H for this tlie most accursed, unendurable of ills! Nigh two months a fevered fancy for a maid my bosom fills. Fair she is, as other damsels : but for what the simplest swain Claims from the demurest maiden, I must sue and sue in vain. Yet doth now this thing of evil my longsuffering heart beguile, Though the utmost she vouchsafes me is the -shadow of a smile: And I soon shall know no respite, have no solace e'en in sleep. Yesterday I watched her pass me, and from down-dropt eyelids peep At the face she dared not gaze on — every moment blush- ing more — And my love took hold upon me as it never took before. LOVES. 171 Home I went a wounded creature, with a gnawing at my heart ; And unto the soul within me did my bitterness impart. "Soul, why deal with me in this wise? Shall thy folly know no bound? Canst thou look upon these temples, with their locks of silver crowned. And still deem thee young and shapely? Nay, my soul, let us be sage; Act as they that have already sipped the wisdom-cup of age. Men have loved and have forgotten. Happiest of all is he To the lover's woes a stranger, from the lover's fetters free : Lightly his existence passes, as a wild-deer fleeting fast: Tamed, it may be, he shall voyage in a maiden's wake at last: Still today 'tis his to revel with his mates in boyhood's flowers. As to thee, thy brain and marrow passion evermore devours. Prey to memories that haunt thee e'en in visions of the night; 172 IDYLL XXXI. And a year shall scarcely pluck thee from thy miserable plight." Such and divers such reproaches did I heap upon my soul. And my soul in turn made answer : — *' Whoso deems he can control Wily love, the same shall lightly gaze upon the stars of heaven And declare by what their number overpasses seven times seven. Will I, nill I, I may never from my neck his yoke unloose. So, my friend, a god hath willed it: he whose plots could outwit Zeus, And the queen whose home is Cyprus. I, a leaflet of to-day, I whose breath is in my nostrils, am 1 wrong to own his sway?" FRAGMENT FROM THE "BERENICE." "VTE that would fain net fish and wealth withal, For bare existence harrowing yonder mere, To this our Lady slay at even-fall That holy fish, which, since it hath no peer For gloss and sheen, the dwellers about here Have named the Silver Fish. This done, let down Your nets, and draw them up, and never fear To find them empty * * * * EPIGRAMS AND EPITAPHS. "VrOURS be yon dew-steep'd roses, yours be yon Thick-clustering ivy, maids of Helicon : Thine, Pythian Paean, that dark-foliaged bay; With such thy Delphian crags thy front array. This horn'd and shaggy ram shall stain thy shrine. Who crops e'en now the feathering turpentine. 174 EPIGRAMS AND EPITAPHS. II. rpO Pan doth white-limbed Daphnis offer here (He once piped sweetly on his herdsman's flute) His reeds of many a stop, his barbbd spear, And scrip, wherein he held his hoards of fruit. III. "PvAPHNIS, thou slumberest on the leaf-strewn lea, Thy frame at rest, thy springes newly spread O'er the fell-side. But two are hunting thee: Pan, and Priapus with his fair young head Hung with wan ivy. See! they come, they leap Into thy lair — fly, fly! — shake off the coil of sleep! EPIGRAMS AND EPITAPHS. 175 IV. TT^OR yon oaken avenue, swain, you must steer, Where a statue of figwood, you'll see, has been set: It has never been barked, has three legs and no ear; But I think there is life in the patriarch yet. He is handsomely shrined within fair chapel-walls ; Where, fringed with sweet cypress and myrtle and bay, A stream ever-fresh from the rock's hollow falls, And the ringleted vine her ripe store doth display : And the blackbirds, those shrill-piping songsters of spring, Wake the echoes with wild inarticulate song: And the notes of the nightingale plaintively ring, As she pours from her dun throat her lay sweet and strong. Sitting there, to Priapus, the gracious one, pray That the lore he has taught me I soon may unlearn : Say I'll give him a kid, and in case he says nay To this oflfer, three victims to him will I burn ; A kid, a fleeced ram, and a lamb sleek and fat; He will listen, mayhap, to my prayers upon that. 176 EPIGEAMS AND EPITAPHS. V. "pRYTHEE, sing something sweet to me — you that can play First and second at once. Then I too will essay To croak on the pipes: and yon lad shall salute Our ears with a melody breathed through his flute. In the cave by the green oak our watch we will keep, And goatish old Pan we'll defraud of his sleep. VI. "pOOR Thyrsis! What boots it to weep out thine eyes? Thy kid was a fair one, I own : But the wolf with his cruel claw made her his prize, And to darkness her spirit hath flown. Do the dogs cry ? What boots it ? In spite of their cries There is left of her never a bone. VII. jFor a Statue of ^csrulapiug. 77^ AR as Miletus travelled Psean's son ; There to be guest of Nicias, guest of one Who heals all sickness ; and who still reveres Him, for his sake this cedarn image rears. The sculptor's hand right well did Nicias fill ; And here the sculptor lavished all his skill. EPIGRAMS AND EPITAPHS. 177 VIII. TJIEIEND, Ortlio of Syracuse gives thee this charge: Never venture out, drunk, on a wild winter's night. I did so and died. My possessions were large; Yet the turf that I'm clad with is strange to me quite. IX. ©pitapl) of (Jl'leonicus. lyrAN, husband existence : ne'er launch on the sea Out of season : our tenure of life is but frail. Think of poor Cleonicus : for Phasos sailed he From the valleys of Syria, with many a bale: With many a bale, ocean's tides he would stem When the Pleiads were sinking ; and he sank with them. X. jfox a statue of tf)f JHuscs. you this marble statue, maids divine, Xenocles raised, one tribute unto nine. Your votary all admit him : by this skill He gat him fame : and you he honours still, N T 178 EPIGRAMS AND EPITAPHS. XI. ^pitapi) of iEu0tt)enf0. TTERE tlie shrewd pliysiognomist Eusthenes lies, Who could tell all your thoughts by a glance at your eyes. A stranger, with strangers his honoured bones rest ; They valued sweet song, and he gave them his best. All the honours of death doth the poet possess : If a small one, they mourned for him nevertheless. XII. jTor a ^ripoti