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 THE RAPE OF PROSERPINE 
 
 IN THEEE BOOKS. 
 
 INCOMPLETE. 
 TO WHICH ARE ADDED, 
 
 THE PHCENIX: 
 
 git 5Ii!.)U. 
 
 AND 
 
 THE NILE: 
 
 TRANSLATED FROM THE LATIN 
 
 OF 
 
 CLAUDIUS CLAUDIANUS, 
 
 BY 
 
 HENRY E. J. HOWARD, D. D. 
 
 DEAN OE LICHEIELD. 
 
 PRINTED FOR PRIVATE DISTRIBUTION. 
 1854.
 
 PREFACE. 
 
 During the attacks of gout^ a disorder to whicli I 
 am subject, being incapacitated for pursuits of a more 
 serious and strictly professional character, I have 
 lately sought for occupation and entertainment, in 
 composing the translations which follow, and print 
 them in the hope, that they may be found not alto- 
 gether unworthy of the perusal of those into whose 
 hands" they may^come. My recurrence to Claudian 
 for this purpose — as I have in my younger days trans- 
 lated several of his historical poems — may perhaps 
 be accounted for by a passage in my relative Lord 
 Carlisle's "Lecture on the Writings of Gray," where 
 he says, " I believe there to be something instinctive, 
 which leads every one of us, not to what in our un- 
 impassioned judgment we think the best and greatest 
 of its kind, but to what we are sensible is most 
 specially attractive and congenial to ourselves." A 
 translator indeed need wish for nothing better, than 
 to be, mesmerically speaking, ^' en rapport " with his 
 original ; into whose spirit, in such a case, he could 
 not fail to enter. A simpler reason however for liking 
 Claudian, is that he is a good and pleasing poet, and 
 deserves to be liked : and T am encouraged in my
 
 IV PREFACE. 
 
 preference by a dictum, which I find in ^^ Notes 
 Theological and Politicalj by the late S.T.Coleridge/' 
 to the effect that — "Claudian throughout would bear 
 translation better than any of the ancients." 
 
 There are three versions of the " Raptus/' with 
 which I am acquainted, those of Digges, Hawkins, 
 and Strutt — and, with a ready acknowledgment of 
 many good points occurring in them all, I have felt 
 that something remained to be done for Claudian, 
 and offer the present contribution towards an object 
 which doubtless is still far from being attained. 
 The firstj that of Digges, published in 1617, is a 
 curious, and, I believe, a scarce book. There are 
 many terse and nervous lines in it, but it sins 
 grievously in the way of amplification, the author 
 spinning occasionally two or three couplets out of 
 one word of his original. I give the opening sentence 
 of his Preface, as a specimen of his quaint style. 
 
 " Gentle reader, I present to thy view the three 
 first Books of Claudian de Raptu Pi'oserpinse in an 
 English version : a work how pleasing it may prove 
 I know not ; since of my author Scaliger saith, he 
 was materia ignohiliore oppressus — but — addldit de 
 ivgenio quantum defuit matericc — which wit the 
 translator's harshness of style may (haply) have 
 diminished.^' 
 
 I have not thought it necessary to append any 
 notes to a Poem so pm-ely mythological. They 
 would have been only a transcript of the pages of
 
 PREFACE. V 
 
 Lempriere, or Smith — to the latter of which Diction- 
 aries I would also refer the reader for a sufficient 
 account of Claudian and his works, coupled however 
 with what I will venture to call a very undue depre- 
 ciation of his poetical powers. He is, of course, not 
 to be ranked among the Augustan poets, but he 
 stands, I think, high among those of the second 
 order ; and I should be inclined to place him between 
 Lucan and Statius, as less vigorous than the former, 
 less tumid and grandiloquent than the latter. The 
 Raptus, undisfigured by the spirit of courtly adula- 
 tion, which was his besetting sin, is perhaps as fair 
 a specimen of his real genius as can be given. There 
 are faults in its construction ; such as the omission 
 of the communication which Jupiter ought to make 
 to Pluto, respecting the abduction of Proserpine — 
 the principal event of the poem : and the unartistic 
 way in which that event is related twice over ; first, 
 as matter of direct narrative, and then again in the 
 colloquy between Electra and Ceres — which might 
 induce the supposition that it had never received the 
 finishing touches from its author, and that its con- 
 clusion had never been written. I should be glad 
 however to find this latter conjecture disproved by 
 the labours of some future Mai, and the fourth book, 
 containing the wanderings of Ceres, and her ultimate 
 discovery of her daughter, rescued from the conceal- 
 ment of a palimpsest, to give the desired completion 
 to so admirable a poem.
 
 VI PREFACE. 
 
 I take this opportunity of thanking my friends, 
 the Rev. H. Moore, of Eccleshallj and the Rev. H, 
 Bull, of Lathbury ; to whose taste and kindness I am 
 indebted for many valuable remarks, and corrections 
 of the present version, of which I have freely availed 
 myself. 
 
 Donington Rectory, 
 
 October 28, 1854, 
 
 L.
 
 EAPE OF PROSERPINE.
 
 PEOEM, OR INTRODUCTIO:^ 
 
 TO 
 
 CLAUDIAN'S RAPE OF PROSERPINE. 
 
 He who first taught his new-launch'd vessel's keel^ 
 Urged by unpractised oars, the waves to part. 
 
 Or varying winds' impulsive power to feel, 
 A way, denied by nature, won by art. 
 
 His early trials were on calmest tides. 
 Nor left he far the friendly shore behind ; 
 
 Next in broad bays from cape to cape he glides. 
 And spreads hght canvass to a gentle wind. 
 
 Till bold at last by long experience grown, 
 "Weak fear discarded, on his course he sails. 
 
 Dares the great deep, consults the stars alone. 
 And braves yEgean and Ionian gales.
 
 CLAUDIAN. 
 RAPE OF PROSERPINE. 
 
 BOOK I. 
 
 The steeds of darkness, and the robber King, 
 
 My labouring spirit bids me dare to sing ; 
 
 The car, whose sickening blight the pale stars fled. 
 
 And subterranean Juno's gloomy bed. 
 
 Hence, ye profane ! all earth-born thoughts arc gone, 
 
 And Phoebus reigns within my breast, alone. 
 
 See ! the shrines tremble : through the proud abode 
 
 Clear streams of light attest the coming God ! 
 
 The deep earth groans ! Cecropia's temple rings. 
 
 And high her holy brands Eleusis flings ! 
 
 Thy snakes, Triptolcmus, Avith hissing tongue. 
 
 Lift their worn necks, and, as they glide along, 
 
 Incline their rosy crests, and listen to the song.
 
 Behold, in triple majesty sublime 
 Arises Hecate ; and in liis prime 
 ]\Iild Bacchus, with the ringlets ivy-crown'd ; 
 The Parthian tiger's hide his limbs hath bound, 
 Clasp'd by the golden claws that o'er it meet : 
 Mseonia's Thyrsus guides his staggering feet. 
 Ye, on whose bidding Avait the listless crew 
 Of vast Avernus — to whosestores are due 
 The perish'd things of earth — dark powers, who fix 
 Your sullen residence by livid Styx, 
 Or where, mid smoke and fiery spray, whirl on 
 The panting waves of eddying Plilegethon — 
 Uplift the veil of mystery — proclaim 
 The secrets of your heaven — how glow'd Love's flame 
 In Pluto's breast — by what compulsion led, 
 (Chaos her dower) coy Proserpine was wed : 
 Far o'er how many lands her Mother stray'd. 
 And sought, with anxious quest, the stolen maid : 
 "Whence laws the nations gain'd, and pleased forsook 
 For new-discovcr'd corn Dodona's oak. 
 
 Dire was the burst of swelHng wrath, that drove 
 Hell's Lord with war to menace Heaven above. 
 He could not brook a solitary throne, 
 Condcmn'd to waste his sterile years alone.
 
 Denied the bridal coucli^ the mutual flame. 
 The husband's bliss, the father's soothing name. 
 The monstrous inmates of profoundest Hell 
 Fired by his wrongs, the black battalia swell : 
 Tisiphone, her Fury ranks amid — 
 Her lowering brow by cluster'd serpents hid — 
 Waves her ill-omened torch ; and, armed all. 
 The grisly Manes gather at her call. 
 Almost had then each warring element 
 In wild divorce the ties that bound them rent : 
 Almost the Giant brood had dash'd awav 
 Their prison bars, and gazed upon the day ; 
 And scarr'd j^Egseon, bursting from his bands, 
 Hurl'd back the lightnings with his hundred hands. 
 But, trembling for the world, the Fates forbade 
 The threaten'd ill ; at Pluto's feet they laid 
 Their hair, severe and hoary — and his knees 
 Clasp'd with those hands that rule our destinies. 
 Sway Time and Death, the distafii" and the shears. 
 And guide the cycles of unfailing years. 
 
 First Lachesis, her streaming locks undight — 
 Address'd the King — "O Arbiter of Night, 
 And Lord of Shades — to whom our labours tend. 
 Who giv'st to all their origin and end.
 
 Swa/d by whose will the laws of cliange supply 
 The countless myriads that are born and die — 
 Ruler of Life and Death — for whatsoe'er 
 Matter produces^ is thy gift and care ; 
 By thee created^ it returns to thee^ 
 And souls with bodies mix, or are for ages free : 
 Oh ! break not thou the bonds of peace and love_, 
 "VMiich erst for you our favouring spindles wove ; 
 Nor Against your kindred compact raise around 
 Rebellion's banners^ nor its trumpet sound ! 
 Be not with Earth's unhallow'd brood allied — 
 But ask of Jove, and He shall give the bride/' 
 
 Scarce had she ceased, when o'er his haughty brow 
 Remorse and pity shed their mingled glow, 
 And the stern mind relaxed, untaught before to bow. 
 So, when fierce Boreas arms him with the gale, 
 Ajid crusts his pinions o'er with Getic hail, 
 "When, rough with snows and ice, he longs to sweep 
 In sounding ruin o'er the land and deep — 
 If then should yEolus — ere yet too late — 
 Against his egress close the brazen gate, 
 Stopt in their course the tempests cease to rave. 
 And sink repulsed within their guarded cave.
 
 Then Maia's son^ to do his prompt command 
 He bids be summon'd ; Hermes waits at hand. 
 With winged cap, and sleep-compelling wand. 
 In gloomy state npon his rugged throne 
 He sits ; his sceptre with foul rust o'ergrown 
 Uncouth and massive in his hand he rears ; 
 Girt with a dismal cloud more dire appears 
 His lofty head ; there grief with terror blends. 
 And to that shape severe a stony stifthess lends. 
 
 Then forth there came a voice : as peal'd its sound, 
 A shuddering silence fill'd the halls around : 
 Husli'd was the barking of that warder fell, 
 Three-headed Cerberus ; Cocytus, well 
 Of darkly flowing tears, their flow represt ; 
 Ceased Acheron to moan, sank Plilegethon to rest. 
 
 "Arcadian child of Atlas, link that bindest 
 This nether realm to Heaven, that only findest 
 Permitted access to both worlds, and art 
 The licensed merchant of their common mart — 
 Go, in thy speed surpass the rapid air. 
 And thus to haughty Jove my mandate bear. 
 ' So far hath fortime bow'd me to thy sway. 
 And taken with the heavens my power away. 
 Of strength and arms bereft, as of the day ?
 
 8 
 
 Or think' st tliou, brother, that inert we lie. 
 
 Because no bolts we scatter through the sky, 
 
 No thunder ours, weak ears to terrify ? 
 
 Say, is it not enough that unto me 
 
 Awarded in the third and last degree 
 
 The lot should fall, devoid of cheerful light. 
 
 The shapeless regions of eternal night ? 
 
 "While thee their Lord the zodiac's glories own. 
 
 And stars unnumber'd burn about thy throne ? 
 
 But must the genial couch be still denied ? 
 
 Shall happy Neptune boast his Ocean Bride, 
 
 And when — thy thunders o'er — thou sink'st to rest, 
 
 Shall Juno clasp thee to her kindred breast ? 
 
 (I pass thine amorous thefts — Latona's charms — 
 
 Great Themis won — and Ceres' yielding arms — ) 
 
 Thine image Avide to spread, proud Sire, be thine. 
 
 Begirt with prosperous sons, a race divine ! 
 
 While, mom^iing in my desert halls, I bear 
 
 Enduring shame, unmitigated care. 
 
 No pledge of love, no source of comfort there ? 
 
 I wake indignant from my sluggish dream ; 
 
 I swear by Hell's inviolable stream. 
 
 By elemental Night — my suit unheard — 
 
 By mc shall Orcus from its depths be stirr'd.
 
 These hands shall loose the chains of Satm-u old, 
 
 Victorious Darkness shall thy Light enfold, 
 
 And through Avernus' shades its brilliant car beroll'd. 
 
 Scarce had he spoken, when his herald past 
 The starry portals ; Jove hath heard, and cast 
 Around His dubious thoughts, inquiring whom 
 Such bridal might allure to seek the Stygian gloom. 
 Nor dubious long the thought ; in Henna's shade 
 One daughter Ceres rear'd, one only maid ; 
 Lucina bless'd her with no second birth ; 
 Yet was that child all other children worth ; 
 And none might dare her barrenness deride. 
 Whose lack of offspring Proserpine supplied. 
 Her, fondling still, she follows everywhere : 
 Not more the calf its lowering parent's care. 
 Ere wide its feet begin the earth to throw. 
 Ere curves the crescent on its budding brow. 
 But now the days of maidenhood bring on 
 Age not unmeet for nuptial benison ; 
 And tenderer thoughts in that pm^e mind are bred. 
 And innocent wishes strive with bashful dread. 
 And soon loud suitors seek the maiden's home ; 
 Shield-bearing Mars, and archer Phoebus come :
 
 10 
 
 :Mars proffers Rliodope— the bride to gain— 
 Amyelffi, Delos^ and his Clarian fane 
 Are Phoebus' gift ; for him Latona pleads, 
 And rival Juno vaunts her offspring's deeds : 
 In vain : for Ceres scorns them both, and, blind 
 To the sad future, yet with anxious mind 
 Presaging violence, by secret ways 
 Her treasure to Sicilia's land conveys, 
 There safer deem'd ; a land with Italy 
 Erst one, till sever'd by the surging sea, 
 AMien Nereus pour'd between his victor tides : 
 A narrow strait the kindred shores divides ; 
 And, fix'd triangle-wise, its cliffs maintain 
 Their ceaseless warfare with th' invading main. 
 Pachynus here Ionian storms repels, 
 Here Afric's deep round Lilybeum swells. 
 And, as th' indignant waters howl and rave, 
 Pclorus trembhng stems the Tuscan wave. 
 
 Eternal witness of the Giants' doom, 
 There central Etna rears its rocky tomb — 
 Of crush' d Enceladus the funeral pyre. 
 Still breathing sulphur from his lungs of fire. 
 Oft, as with strugglings fierce, with rebel might. 
 He shifts his mountain load to left or right,
 
 11 
 
 The deep foundations of tlie island roek^ 
 
 And town and rampart quiver to the shock. 
 
 The eye alone can reach to Etna's head; 
 
 Above the woody girdle round it spread 
 
 No tiller ventures, and no foot can tread. 
 
 Now pitchy gloom it vomits forth, and shrouds 
 
 The glorious daylight with its inborn clouds ; 
 
 Now threats the stars with masses hurl'd on high, 
 
 That, plunging back, fresh fuel still supply. 
 
 Yet, mid that raging heat, its fury knows 
 
 To keep due compact with the circHng snows ; 
 
 And while its flames ascend, its cinders glare. 
 
 The frost of ages sits regardless there. 
 
 What force expansive in its caves abides. 
 
 And whirls the fragments of its riven sides ? 
 
 From what deep fountain flow its burning tides ? 
 
 Is it the wind, that works its stealthy way 
 
 Where veiny clefts the secret pass betray — 
 
 Then strives for freedom — and at every gust 
 
 The crumbling caverns shatters into dust ? 
 
 Or through those sulph'rous beds th' admitted deep, 
 
 That, swell'd by fire, uplifts the ponderous heap ? 
 
 The ]M other there her sacred pledge bestows : 
 Then, fondly deeming all secure, she goes
 
 12 
 
 To Plirygia's shrines, and tower- crown' d Cybele : 
 On move the dragon coils — their ruler she — 
 And track the parted clouds : each guiding rein 
 Their foaming jaws with harmless venom stain. 
 With crested front and spotted back they go. 
 And scales where green and gold commingled glow. 
 Now soaring high they skim the air, and now 
 Descending low the nether earth they plough. 
 Touch'd by those genial wheels, the teeming earth, 
 Their track concealing, gives her produce birth ; 
 Where'er they glide, the yellow harvests shine. 
 And grace the progress of the car divine. 
 
 Now scarce is Etna seen ; and far behind 
 Trinacria lessens, dim and undefined. 
 How oft, alas ! do tears her cheek bedew ! 
 How oft, turn'd backward, on that fading view 
 Prescient of evil does she gaze, and say — 
 Farewell, loved land, than heavenly realms of day 
 More precious to my soul ! from thee I part. 
 To thee I trust the treasure of my heart : 
 And to reward and pay thee, for thy care, 
 Spontaneous harvests thy rich soil shall bear. 
 No plough be needed — and the wondering swain — 
 While rest his oxen — revel mid the grain.
 
 13 
 
 But now her dragon yoke bath reached the gate 
 Of that rock-temple^ where in awful state 
 Sits Ida's Goddess : o'er the gloomy shrine 
 Depend the branches of a shadowing pine, 
 Mid which — tho' storms are hush'd — the trembbng cones 
 'Give forth the music of mysterious moans. 
 Within, fanatic dances, and the sound 
 Of wildest concert, pierce the halls around ; 
 O'er Ida's heights the maddening influence swells, 
 And Gargar's forests shudder at the yells. 
 
 As Ceres comes, the cymbal's roar is stay'd. 
 No arm impels the Corybantine blade ; 
 No restless hands the pipe or timbrel vex ; 
 The lions gently bow their brindled necks ; 
 And glad Cy belle from her seat springs down, 
 And stoops — a kiss to meet — her towery crown. 
 
 This Jove had witness'd from his lofty throne. 
 And thus to Venus made his counsels known. 
 " Cythera's Goddess, I reveal to thee 
 The secret of my cares, the firm decree, 
 That Proserpine shall wed th' infernal King : 
 So Fate ordain'd it — so was wont to sing 
 Primeval Themis ; time conspires, and now, 
 (Her mother absent from her charge) do thou
 
 14 
 
 Haste to Sicania's borders^ and persuade. 
 
 With arts tliat never fail, tlie beauteous maid, 
 
 Soon as the golden sun brings on the day, 
 
 Abroad in happy sportiveness to stray. 
 
 Yes, those soft fires, with which thy potent charm 
 
 Hath oft inflamed me, other realms shall warm. 
 
 The gloomiest shades shall feel their gentle heat ; 
 
 Erinnys' heart with throbs tumultuous beat ; 
 
 Remotest Acheron, severest Dis, 
 
 Shall own the power of love, and share its bliss ! 
 
 Venus obeys in haste, and with her move 
 Pallas, and She (so wills their parent Jove) 
 Who bears the flexile bow, Arcadia's dread ; 
 Their path draws brightness from th' immortal tread. 
 So, messenger of evil omen, flies 
 A blood-stain'd comet through the lurid skies, 
 And shakes malignant from its threat'uing hair 
 Portentous redness on the troubled air. 
 The sailor trembles at that dismal view ; 
 Its dire approach the mourning nations rue : 
 Por still, where seen, its baleful beams presage 
 The foeman's onset, or the tempest's rage. 
 
 They reach the place, where Ceres' dwelling stands, 
 Tlie stately work of Cyclopean hands.
 
 15 
 
 The ponderous gates^ the threshold, and the wall, 
 
 Cast in Vulcauian mould, were iron all : 
 
 Pyracmon, Steropes, had ne'er bestow'd 
 
 Such toil aforetime on a God's abode ; 
 
 Nor e'er sucli blasts, by such a force impell'd. 
 
 The strong pulsations of the bellows swell'd ; 
 
 Nor so, mid sparkling shower, and fiery gleam. 
 
 The wearied furnace pour'd its molten stream. 
 
 Pure ivory deck'd its courts, its roof was brass. 
 
 With columns tall electrum propt the mass. 
 
 Within they hear the Maiden's tuneful strain, 
 
 Who weaves a gift — alas ! prepared in vain — 
 
 To greet her Mother, when she comes again. 
 
 Creation's germs, and her paternal skies, 
 
 "Well taught to trace, the busy needle flies : 
 
 It marks the order, Avhich the Primal Cause 
 
 First gave to Chaos by unerring laws. 
 
 There every atom finds its place aright, 
 
 There sink the hea^7■, and there soar the light ; 
 
 The burning ether whirls the circling pole. 
 
 The earth suspended rests, the ambient waters roll. 
 
 In bright profusion varied hues combine. 
 
 With gold the stars, the waves with purple shine ;
 
 16 
 
 Gems form the coasts, and still, as art decrees. 
 
 Upheaved in billoTvs swell the mimic seas ; 
 
 Awakened Fancy hears the breaker's shock, 
 
 And views the sea-weed gliding from the rock. 
 
 Five zones she adds ; the midmost fiery red, 
 
 Where ceaseless sunbeams parch each di^oughty thread; 
 
 And two on either hand, where human kind 
 
 Mild regions fitted for its home may find. 
 
 Two more at each extreme she traces, lost 
 
 In gloomy winter, and eternal frost. 
 
 Of Pluto and the Manes then the cell 
 
 She paints, by fate ordain'd with them to dwell. 
 
 Nor this without an omen : as she view'd. 
 
 Foreboding tears her tender cheeks bedew'd. 
 
 Next had she mark'd the path, where Ocean wound 
 
 About the margin its majestic round, 
 
 But, as the portal open'd, turn'd to see 
 
 The sudden entrance of the heavenly three. 
 
 And left th' unfinished work, while rosy shame 
 
 Ilcr fair face kindled with its purest flame. 
 
 Not with those tints the Lydian artist \des. 
 
 Her ivory steeping in Sidonian dyes. 
 
 Now sinks the sun — soft dewy Night succeeds. 
 And Sleep accompanies her darkling steeds.
 
 17 
 
 It is the hour when Pluto, urged by Jove, 
 Begins his progress to the air above. 
 Alecto to his car the coursers binds, 
 That graze the herbage where Cocytus winds. 
 Through gloom of Erebus that rove at will, 
 And, drinking sleepy draughts from Lethe's rill. 
 Oblivion from their tongues in ropy foam distil. 
 The fierce Orphnseus, in his restless might. 
 Swift iEthon, swifter than the arrow's flight, 
 Nycteus, of Hell's dark breed the first in fame, 
 Alastor, mark'd with Pluto's sovereign name. 
 Stand harness'd at the gates, and wildly neigh. 
 In joyous prospect of to-morrow's prey.
 
 18 
 
 BOOK II. 
 
 Not yet iu pure eflPtdgence does the day- 
 Dart o'er til' Ionian seas its steady ray : 
 But herald gleams amid the blue waves creep, 
 Their soft vibrations tremble on the deep. 
 Forgetting now her Mother's charge, the Maid, 
 Seduced by Venus, seeks the dewy shade. 
 Thrice, as her home she leaves, the creaking gate 
 Gives harsh announcement of the will of Fate; 
 And thrice is heard to rise, from Etna's cone, 
 Foreboding doom, a melancholy groan. 
 These she regards not ; light of heart, and free. 
 She moves, and with lier move the sisters three. 
 First Venus, joyous with successful guile. 
 Steps proudly on, and meditates the while 
 The coming deed — the triumph of her son 
 O'er Dis and Chaos, and the Manes won. 
 Idalia's brightest tiring-pins divide 
 Ker orbed locks ; her robe with purple dyed 
 A jcweird clasp confines, which Vulcan swart 
 To grace his bride with curious toil had wrought.
 
 19 
 
 She next, the Queen that in Lycaeus reigns. 
 
 And She, whose spear protects Pandion's fanes, 
 
 A virgin pair, together tread the ground ; 
 
 For wood-craft one, and one for war renown'd. 
 
 Graved on the helm that guards Tritonia's head, 
 
 The struggling Typhon wreathes his form of dread. 
 
 His nether half alive, his upper dead. 
 
 High sweeping through the clouds, her hran dished spear 
 
 Seems like a wood its fearful growth to rear ; 
 
 While rest as yet, beneath a veil conceal' d. 
 
 The hissing terrors of her Gorgon shield. 
 
 But Trivia mild might pass for Piioebus well ; 
 In all but sex her brother's parallel. 
 The beauteous cheek and eyes were Phoebus' own j 
 Her arms were bare — on the light breezes thrown 
 She gave her tresses unadorned to flow ; 
 Her darts were idle, and unstrung her bow. 
 Her Cretan garb was girded to the knee ; 
 Moved with its movement, Delos wandered free, 
 A woven island on a golden sea. 
 
 Great Ceres' daughter — now her Mother's joy — 
 Too soon to work her mournful soul's annoy — 
 Amidst those sisters, o'er the grassy meads 
 With equal grace, and equal step proceeds.
 
 20 
 
 Clothe her in arms — she wears Minerva's mien : 
 
 With shafts provide her — 'tis the huntress Queen, 
 
 A jasper brooch her gathered vest confined : 
 
 Ne'er had the loom more lively truth design' d ; 
 
 Nor Art Avith Nature closer union made : 
 
 There Hyperion's offspring it pourtrayed, 
 
 Effulgent Sol^ and Cynthia's lesser lights 
 
 Alternate rulers of the day and night. 
 
 Fond Tetliys watches o'er their breathing rest. 
 
 And soothes them cradled on her azure breast. 
 
 Its hue the nurslings' rosy radiance shares ; 
 
 On her right arm the Titan boy she bears ; 
 
 Not yet oppressive with his pomp of rays. 
 
 The virile glory of maturer days ; 
 
 But faint as infant utterances, and low, 
 
 His fires emitted shed their tender glow. 
 
 His sister on the left, in eager mood, 
 
 Drains the translucent bosom of its food, 
 
 "While hardly from her brow minutest horns protrude. 
 
 Such is her costly garb : on either hand 
 The Naids round her form their circling band. 
 Who haunt thy founts, Crinisus, and abide 
 Where rocks whirl down Pantagia's torrent tide.
 
 21 
 
 From Gela^ whence the city took its name. 
 From Camarina's reedy marsh they came ; 
 They came, who sport on Arethusa's brink ; 
 And the strange waters of Alpheus drink. 
 Above them all is Cyane supreme : 
 So brightly gay the mooned targets gleam. 
 As leads in triumph her fair squadrons on 
 Hippolyte, that noble Amazon, 
 
 Home from the vanquished North, the gloiious battle won: 
 "What time the Getse rued their fierce attacks. 
 And frozen Tanais felt Thermodon's axe. 
 Such forms the Bacchic Nymphs in Herraus lave. 
 And rise resplendent from the golden wave : 
 Their parent River hails the sacred rite. 
 And pours his richest streams, in prodigal delight. 
 Pleased Henna saw them from her verdant seat, 
 And 'gan the nimble Zephyrus entreat. 
 Who down the valley couched with folded wing — 
 " Arise, and mark, O genial Sire of spring, 
 That rulest o'er my meads, with froKc sway. 
 The year bedewing as thy breezes play ; 
 Mark the bright Nymphs, the Jove-born Maids, who deign 
 To sport rejoicing on my grassy plain.
 
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 Come, favouring Power, and make my thickets glad. 
 
 By thy warm breath in budding beauty clad ; 
 
 That Hybla's self may envy as she sees. 
 
 And own her gardens are surpass'd by these. 
 
 The steaming incense of Panchaia's groves. 
 
 The grateful odours that Hydaspcs loves, 
 
 The wealth Arabia's bird of ages stores 
 
 To grace her burial, ere to life she soars. 
 
 Haste, bring them all — and through my veins diffuse 
 
 The vital spirit of their fragrant dews ; 
 
 That hands divine may pluck the germs I bear. 
 
 And heavenly brows my garlands joy to wear !" 
 
 She spake — and he, well pleased such spouse to wed. 
 His pinions moist with freshest nectar spread. 
 Spring blush'd beneath, where'er he turned his flight, 
 The earth with verdure teem'd, with glory dight 
 Heaven's vault expanded wide, serenely bright. 
 The roses crimson hues contrasted met 
 Dark hyacinth, and purple violet : 
 With these what belt of Parthian despot vies — 
 What fleece, deep-tinctured with Assyrian dyes ? 
 Less gay the plumes by Juno's bird displayed. 
 Less bright the arch by changefid Iris laid,
 
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 Whose glistening curve across the skies is thrown^ 
 And girds the rain-cloud with an emerald zone. 
 
 The plain, than all its flowers more lovely still, 
 Sloped gently up, and swelled into a hill : 
 From pumice grots the bounding streamlets flowed. 
 And kissed the herbage on their downward road ; 
 While 'gainst the fiercest heats a shadowy grove 
 The cool protection of its branches wove. 
 There cast, though summer reigned, a wintry gloom 
 The Jove-loved oak, and cypress of the tomb ; 
 Pine meet for ships, and cornel for the fray. 
 With ilex honey-stored, and prescient bay : 
 There traced the crisped box its waving line. 
 There crept the ivy, and there clung the vine. 
 
 Hard by, a lake extends its waters cold, 
 (The name was Fergus which it took of old) 
 To skirt the woodland glade, whose leafy fringe 
 Sheds o'er its tranquil verge a paler tinge. 
 The still expanse, in cloudless purity. 
 Invites the gazer's undistracted eye 
 To pierce its surface, and, where calm they sleep, 
 Reveals the treasures of its inmost deep. 
 
 Light flies the troop along those flowery meads,, 
 Joy wings their steps, and Cythcrea leads :
 
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 Her voice is heard — '' My sisters^ haste away, 
 
 While steams the air with morning's early ray ; 
 
 While mine own Star — on rapid courser borne — 
 
 Bids silvery dews the blushing fields adorn. 
 
 Gather with me \" she spake, and bent her low. 
 
 And pluck'd the flower that signifies her woe. 
 
 Nor paused the rest — through every quiet nook. 
 
 Where flowers might bloom, their rapid way they took. 
 
 So, at their Queen's command, descend the bees 
 
 On Hybla's thyme, their fragrant prey to seize : 
 
 Forth from the hollow beech their thousands pour. 
 
 And, gaily buzzing, heap the honied store. 
 
 Soon, soon are reft the glories of the field ; 
 
 Their spoil the violets and lilies yield : 
 
 The scented marjoram is flowerless now. 
 
 Fast drop the snow-flakes from the privet's bough. 
 
 And rose-buds shine, like stars, on many a maiden brow. 
 
 Nor thee. Narcissus, do their fingers spare. 
 
 Nor thee, whose leaves the mournful letters wear. 
 
 Sad Hyacinthus, famed Amyclae's son : 
 
 Narcissus, born in sacred Helicon. 
 
 Both youths renown'd of old, ere flowers they grew ; 
 
 His doom the discus, his the fount, to rue.
 
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 Him ^vitll duU'd brow the Delian God deplores, 
 
 Him mourn the shatter'd reeds on lone Ccphisus' shores. 
 
 She on whom plenty's Goddess rests her hope. 
 Toils above all, and gives her ardour scope ; 
 Lithe osier baskets with her plunder fills. 
 And twines, unconscious of impending ills, 
 The flowers in union sweet, to crown her head. 
 Predestined omen of her bridal bed. 
 She too — the Queen, who takes her stern delight 
 Tn clang of steel, and trumpet call to fight, 
 Struck by whose fatal hand whole armies fall, 
 Who bursts the portal, and uproots the wall — 
 That hand, the spear forsaking, yields to play. 
 And e'en her helmet wreathes with chaplets gay ; 
 Lulls the fierce rage of war to peaceful rest, 
 And tames the terrors of her gleaming crest. 
 Nor She who threads — where scent of game abounds — 
 Parthenian thickets with her eager hounds, 
 Their mirth disdains — content a wreath to wear. 
 That just confines the freedom of her hair. 
 
 As thoughtless thus they sport in maiden wise, 
 A bellowing sound from earth begins to rise. 
 And many a stately tower and gorgeous fane 
 Upheaved in shapeless ruin strew the plain.
 
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 The secret cause, to Venus only known. 
 Blends with lier fears a joy she dares not own. 
 For now the Ruler of the realms of shade 
 Through winding caverns hath to pass essayed — 
 Where bruised Enceladus is groaning laid. 
 Through all his frame the tortured giant feels 
 The trampling coursers, and the grinding wheels ; 
 Which, deep indented, leave their smoking track. 
 In sulphurous lines, along his sinewy back ; 
 As wild he writhes beneath the doubled load. 
 Bearing at once Sicania and the God, 
 And feebly with his snakes obstructs the road. 
 
 As when the miner's art, Avitli hidden toil. 
 Has worked a passage through the stubborn soil. 
 Within the walls a strangely open'd gate 
 Betrays the town to unexpected fate ; 
 From secret caves the soldiers rise to light. 
 And spring, like earth-born Avarriors, to the fight : 
 Ev'n so, resolved to fiud or make a way. 
 The third Saturnian struggles into day : 
 Rocks piled on rocks impede his wandering car, 
 And guard Jove's realm with adamantine bar : 
 Till he, at such delays indignant grown. 
 With mighty sceptre smites the solid stone.
 
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 Sicilia's caves resound — and Lipare 
 
 Views from Lis forge astonish'd Vulcan flee : 
 
 The Cyclops trembling at tlic anvil stands^ 
 
 And drops the unfinish'd lightnings from liis hands. 
 
 They hear the clang, who wade mid Alpine snow. 
 
 They, who their alder boats on Padus row ; 
 
 And they, Avhose arms cleave Tiber's yellow foam. 
 
 Not yet by trophies girt of conquering Rome. 
 
 So when Peneus erst, by cliffs embay'd. 
 One marshy pool of drown'd Thessalia made. 
 Great Neptune rose, and with resistless shock 
 His trident dash'd against the barrier rock ; 
 Disjoin'd from cold Olympus Ossa's peak, 
 Taught the full lake its outlet there to seek ; 
 And bade the river yield, as freed it ran. 
 Its waters to the sea, its land to man. 
 
 When now Trinacria, by strong hand subdued. 
 And burst asunder in convulsion rude, 
 Had own'd with yawning cleft the God's assault. 
 Confused amazement fill'd the heavenly vault ; 
 The stars forgot their paths, down sank the Bear, 
 Beneath forbidden seas, for verv fear, 
 With slow Bootes : as tliose steeds ueigli'd k)ud, 
 Orion trembled, and pale Atlas bow'd.
 
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 Their dusky pants the radiant light obscured, 
 Which yet, to darkness used, they scarce endured ; 
 But champ'd their bits, and, shrinking from the day, 
 Half turn'd to Chaos from the skies away. 
 But when they felt the bitter lash, and grew 
 Accustom'd to the sun, more swift they flew 
 Than Parthian dart, the torrent, or the wind. 
 Or thoughts that hurry through an anxious mind. 
 Their curbs are hot with blood : the air is faint 
 With their foul breath ; the sands their foam-drops taint. 
 The Nymphs disperse : sad Proserpine, convey^l 
 To that dread car, implores her sisters' aid. 
 Her Gorgon's %Tisage soon Minerva bares. 
 Her bow keen Delia for the strife prepares ; 
 Their uncle's hateful crime their soul alarms. 
 And common maidenhood incites to arms. 
 He stands, as stands the lion, grimly bold. 
 Above the heifer, fairest of the fold ; 
 From whose rent flanks he tears his dainty food, 
 Steeps his fierce claws and savage teeth in blood; 
 And treats, as loose he shakes his matted mane, 
 The herdsmen's anger with a proud disdain. 
 Minerva cries — " O worst of all thy race, 
 Imperious ruler over subjects base.
 
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 Wliich of Hell's daugliters bade her torcli inflame. 
 Her goad excite thee to this deed of shame : 
 That thus thou darest from thy depths to rise, 
 And with Tartarean car profane the skies ? 
 Seek Lethe's nymphs, unlovely though they be : 
 The dismal Furies are fit brides for thee. 
 Great Jove's peculiar realm forbear to haunt : 
 With thine own night contented, hence ! avaunt ! 
 Vex not our world with bold intrusive tread, 
 IN or mix the living with the buried dead V 
 
 As on they press, nor to her menace yield, 
 She smites the coursers with her Gorgon shield : 
 Strives with its hissing snakes to bar the way ; 
 Displays their crests outstretch'd in dread array ; 
 While, poised its blow to deal, her beaming lance 
 O'er the dark chariot sheds a fitful glance. 
 And soon had it been hurl'd ; but Jove from heaven 
 His lightning sign of peace restored hath given. 
 And of permitted wedlock : witness bright 
 Bear the glad flames, and sanctify the rite ; 
 And the deep thunder, as it rolls among 
 The parted clouds, intones its bridal song. 
 
 Then too, compell'd the rescue to forsake, 
 Dian her bow rcstrain'd, and mourning spake.
 
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 " Farewell, a long farewell ! remember thou, 
 
 That only to superior power we bow : 
 
 Oiu' Sire's commandment, never disobeyed. 
 
 Forbids the proffer of oui* willing aid. 
 
 His act transfers thee to the silent crowd. 
 
 No more to see thy sisters dear allowed. 
 
 No more the virgins' company to keep, 
 
 Doom'd by stern Fate to seek the gloomy deep. 
 
 From these fair realms — and leave the stars to weep ! 
 
 My nets I fix no more, nor quiver don; 
 
 My pleasure in Parthenian woods is gone : 
 
 Securely there may rove the foaming boar. 
 
 And tawny lions unmolested roar. 
 
 For thee Taygetus, for thee shall mourn — 
 
 No longer vocal to the hunter's horn — 
 
 The cliifs of Msenalus, the Cynthian hill ; 
 
 And in the Delphic fane its oracle be still." 
 
 Sad Proserpine the while those coursers bear. 
 Her loosen' d tresses streaming on the air : 
 She beats her tender breast with frequent blows. 
 And pours to heaven her unregarded woes. 
 " Better hadst thou thy bolts against me hurl'd, 
 Than sent me thus an exile from the world.
 
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 To tlie stern shades^ my Sire ! O act unkind^ 
 
 Act unbeseeming a paternal mind ! 
 
 What crime bath moved tby wratb ? did I rebel. 
 
 When Pblegra beard the battle tumult swell ? 
 
 Was I conspiring witb tby foes to beap 
 
 Tbe cold Olympus upon Ossa's steep ? 
 
 Wbat guilt is mine ? wbat sin did I commit, 
 
 Tbus barsbly banisbed to tb' infernal pit ? 
 
 O ! blest tbeir lot, to wbom their captors give 
 
 Freedom at least in sight of heaven to live : 
 
 But I tbe bitter loss at once abide 
 
 Of cheerful daylight, and my maiden pride, 
 
 Tbe Stygian tyrant's slave — miscall'd a bride ! 
 
 ! flowers too well beloved ! O ! Mother wise, 
 Y\^bose counsels Venus taught me to despise — 
 
 1 call thee, Mother ! where in Ida's vales 
 Resound the Lydian pipe's discordant wails ; 
 Where in thine ears the blood-stain'd Galli scream. 
 Where in thine eyes the Curete falchions gleam — 
 O ! haste thee thence — restrain the robber's might. 
 Stay tbe dread car, and give me back to light !" 
 
 He, as she speaks and weeps, with pity hears. 
 Dries with his sable robe her decent tears ;
 
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 Sighs, fired by love, responsive to lier sigli, 
 
 And sootlies vrith accents mild her misery. 
 
 " Cease, cease, my Proserpine, from gloomy care. 
 
 From terrors vain, and profitless despau*. 
 
 No common sceptre is it thine to grasp, 
 
 No common husband's arms thy beauties clasp : 
 
 'Tis I, the Huler of Saturnian race. 
 
 Lord of the mighty void's illimitable space ! 
 
 Another world is ours, another day — 
 
 Our stars as brilliant shed as pure a ray : 
 
 Eeneath the beams of our Elysian sun. 
 
 Their pious course a happy people run — 
 
 And through an endless age of gold we prove 
 
 A blest continuance of the joys above. 
 
 Soft meads shall still be thine — soft breezes blow 
 
 O'er flowers more fair than on thy Henna grow ; 
 
 And, mid the darksome woods, a golden tree 
 
 Its boughs' rich burthen consecrate to thee. 
 
 Perpetual Autumn shall its stores renew 
 
 Of glowing fruits — but these are scant and few. 
 
 Compared with that immense, unending birth 
 
 Of creatures, air-produced, or nursed on earth. 
 
 With whom the glassy deeps of ocean teem, 
 
 Who sport by myriads in the marsh and stream ;
 
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 All duly subject to thy sovereign sway, 
 That live and breathe beneath the lunar ray — 
 Beneath that orb, which, nearest of the seven. 
 Divides things mortal from th^ eternal heaven. 
 Proud purple kings shall kneel before thy throne, 
 MixM with the poor, their pomp, their glory gone : 
 All vain distinctions levelled by the grave. 
 Thy righteous sentence shall condemn or save ; 
 And thou — the secrets of their hearts confest — 
 Adjudge the sinner woe, the godly rest. 
 On thee the duteous Destinies shall wait. 
 Thy rule be boundless, and thy will be fate V 
 This said, he gave his joyful steeds the rein. 
 And sought, in milder mood, his realm again. 
 About him throng the souls, in number such 
 As leaves that fall at Austcr's angry touch ; 
 As drops that issue from a cloudy sky ; 
 As waves that break, as sands that whirling fly. 
 The dead of every age may there be seen, 
 In haste to gaze upon their glorious Queen ; 
 And he, unlike himself, moves on with smile serene. 
 Vast Phlegethon to greet them rears his frame. 
 His face and rugged beard distilling flame.
 
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 A cliosen band unyokes the weary steeds, 
 Their bits removes^ and to their pasture leads ; 
 While some the bridal chamber make their care, 
 Its curtains and its tapestries prepare. 
 And deck the lintel stone with branches fair. 
 Elysian matrons round their Queen rejoice, 
 Her terrors calming with their gentle voice. 
 Bind her dishevell'd locks, and o'er her brow 
 A veil to hide her blushes lightly throw. 
 Through all the pale dominion gladness reigns ; 
 The murky silence yields to festive strains : 
 The Shades and Manes, from their tombs released. 
 With crowns adorn' d, attend the genial feast. 
 Beneath the lash no tortured sinners howl ; 
 Night grows less dark, and Erebus less foul ; 
 Indulgent Minos gives his urn repose. 
 And grants a respite from Tartarean woes. 
 No more Ixion whirls upon his wheel, 
 The lips of Tantalus the waters feel : 
 Awhile may Tityus lift his members vast. 
 That o'er nine acres broad their covering cast : 
 Awhile the vulture leaves his heart's repast — 
 Unwilling leaves it — and, with anger grim. 
 Beholds the fibres grow, but not for him.
 
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 In pledge of amnesty to every sonl, 
 The calm'd Eumenides prepare the bowl, 
 Drop their wild tresses o'er the goblet's brink, 
 And, ere they drain it, give their serpents drink ; 
 With songs of peace their threat'ning fury tame. 
 And light their torches at another flame. 
 
 Then birds vuiharm'd o'er dark Avernus flew, 
 No deadly vapours forth Amsanetus blew ; 
 The torrent ceased to rage, the gulph was hush'd ; 
 From Acheron a milky fountain gush'd : 
 Cocytus deck'd him with an ivy crown, 
 And pour'd apace Lenean nectar down. 
 
 Now breaks stern Lachesis no vital thread ; 
 No rites are marr'd by wailings for the dead : 
 Death stalks not now on earth with footsteps dire ; 
 No parents weep around their children's pyre : 
 The sailor sinks not in the stormy main. 
 The soldier bleeds not on the battle plain : 
 The cities seek for growing numbers room. 
 In blest exemption from the stroke of doom. 
 Old Charon rows an empty bark along. 
 And, crown'd with reeds, relaxes in a song. 
 
 And now its Ilesper lights the world of shade ; 
 Now to her chamber door is led the Maid :
 
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 Where, clothed in starry robes, majestic Night 
 
 Presides to sanctify the binding rite. 
 
 As rests her hand upon the genial couch. 
 
 The voices of the good their joy avouch ; 
 
 And long through Pluto's halls is heard to float 
 
 Their wakeful hymn, with sweet applausive note. 
 
 " Hail, Matron Juno ! worthiest of our love ! 
 Hail, brother thou, and son-in-law of Jove ! 
 Clasp'd in each other's arms, consenting steep 
 Your weary senses in the dews of sleep. 
 Accord what Nature asks ; let sons be born, 
 New Gods, the world predestined to adorn ; 
 And give to Ceres — by that hope beguiled 
 Of care and sorrow — children of her child."
 
 BOOK III. 
 
 CLOUD-ciuctured Iris now, at Jove's command, 
 Convenes tlie Gods of heaven, of sea_, of land. 
 Swift-varying tints lier airy path betray, 
 As, Zephyr- borne, she chides the Nymphs' delay. 
 Evokes the ancient Rulers of the waves, 
 And calls the Rivers from theii- watery caves. 
 In doubt and wonder each confusedly goes. 
 And seeks the cause that troubles his repose. 
 The starry gates are oped, the seats prepared ; 
 The honour due to each by each is shared. 
 First rank the Heavenly Powers ; the next degree 
 Befits the lordly Nobles of the sea : 
 Mild Nereus' there and aged Phorcus sit. 
 Whose floating locks a silvery gleam emit : 
 Next Glaucus, with amphibious figure strange, 
 And Proteus, now no more intent on change. 
 There too the elder Rivers find their place ; 
 There stands of countless Streams the younger race
 
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 On their paternal urns the Naids lean^ 
 The mute Fauns wonder at the starry sheen. 
 
 Then from Olympus' height the Father spake : 
 '^ Once more the things of Earth my cares awake ; 
 Long time to deep forgetfulness consign' d^ 
 Since the dull age^ when Saturn lull'd mankind 
 To torpid ease : I left them then to try 
 The rude extremes of toil and penury. 
 The stings and goads of life : for them the field 
 Spontaneous harvests would no longer yield ; 
 The woods with honey flowed not, and their thirst 
 No wine to quench from gushing fountains burst. 
 It was not envy — how should envy move 
 The harmless natures of the Gods above ? — 
 It was — that luxury should not tempt from right, 
 Nor large abundance dim the moral sight ; 
 That want, stern monitress, should teach the mind 
 Hid paths of science step by step to find ; 
 That strenuous act from patient thouglit should spring, 
 And art Experience to perfection bring. 
 And yet for this a tyrant am I styled. 
 And Nature mourns her wrong' d and suffering child : 
 The change from Saturn's milder rule deplores, 
 And calls me niggard of her boundless stores ;
 
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 Imputes to me the growth of weed and thorn, 
 
 And asks, M^hy scanty fruits the year adorn ? 
 
 Why She, the Mother once to mortals dear, 
 
 Is now their step-dame, hitter and severe ? 
 
 AYliy to those children was it ever given 
 
 To lift the head, and draw the soul from heaven — 
 
 Condemned at last like beasts to range the wood. 
 
 With mast and acorns for their common food ? 
 
 Is this degraded life the life of man ? 
 
 Nor ceased the plaint — till I at last began 
 
 To feel compassion for the world, intent 
 
 On rescuing all from such base nourishment. 
 
 And this have I devised — that Ceres, taught 
 
 The secret of her loss, with grief distrauglit. 
 
 Should haste to leave, mid Ida's hills afar. 
 
 Her Phrygian Mother, and their lion car ; 
 
 And, wildly wandering over land and main. 
 
 Should some faint traces of the Maid obtain, * 
 
 And so encouraged on her course proceed. 
 
 To shower on all the precious boon they need ; 
 
 Rich harvests to diffuse, unknown before. 
 
 And teach her dragon yoke to plough th' Actean shore. 
 
 But if to Ceres any dare betray 
 
 The name of him vvho stole her child away.
 
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 I swear by heaven and eartli, and by my sovereign sway, 
 
 Whicb binds the workis in concord_, be it one 
 
 Most near and dearest, sister, spouse, or son ; 
 
 Or vaunted offspring of tliis ample brow, — 
 
 Before my wrathful shield that God shall bow, 
 
 Struck by my lightning bolt shall grovelling lie. 
 
 Disclaim his heavenly birth, and wish to die ; 
 
 Sink to the realm his babbling tongue reveaPd, 
 
 And learn the woes that Tartarus can yield ! 
 
 Let this be Fate's inviolable law !" 
 
 He spake, and, nodding, moved the stars with awe. 
 
 Within the rocky, steel-resounding hill. 
 Devoid of care, had Ceres linger'd still ; 
 But now terrific visions of the night, 
 Announcing harm, her troubled soul affright. 
 "With every dream lost Proserpine is blent ; 
 Now her own breast by cruel knives is rent : 
 ]Sk)w clothed in funeral garb her form is seen, 
 And sterile aspens in her courts are green. 
 At home a favourite laurel throve, and spread 
 Its modest shelter o'er the virgin's bed. 
 This prostrate next she views — a shapeless trunk — 
 And low in dust its shatter'd foliage sunk :
 
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 Then learns its fate, as weeping Dryads tell, 
 " Hewn clown by Furies with the axe of hell !" 
 
 Next she herself, with emblems veil'd no more, 
 Her own sad message to her ISIother bore ; 
 Whose sleeping senses ^dew'd the hapless Maid, 
 Fast bound in chains, in darksome dungeon laid ; 
 How changed from her, so late Sicilia's pride. 
 Admired by Nymphs on Etna's flowery side ! 
 How soil'd the locks, once bright as brightest gold ; 
 The sparkling eyes how dim — the cheek howpale and cold; 
 The snow-white limbs — the fair complexion's bloom — 
 How tinged with blackness from that realm of gloom ! 
 " Scarce do I know my child," the INIother said, 
 " And oh ! what crime can thus be visited ! 
 Whence is that withering blight ? what Power on me 
 Can wreak, through her, its wanton cruelty ? 
 Why should those tender arms such fetters bind. 
 For savage beasts— and scarce for them — design'd ? 
 Do I thyself behold — or shadows mock my mind ?" 
 
 The Maid replied — " O worse than lioness. 
 Thy child forsaking in her dire distress — 
 What strange neglect hath blotted out the name. 
 Which once so sweetly to thy spirit came ?
 
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 Yes ! once was Proserpine thy sole delight : 
 NoW; as thou seest, enchain'd in blackest night. 
 Enduring torments ; while, with choral song, 
 Thou proudly passest Phrygia's towns among. 
 O ! if one spark of love still warms thy heart. 
 And — not a tigress fell — but — thou my Mother art. 
 Release thy suppliant from this dungeon drear ; 
 Or — that denied — be thou my comfort here .'" 
 
 She spake, and strove to raise her trembling hands ; 
 The load of iron her attempt withstands. 
 Audits loud clang the Matron's slumber breaks : 
 She, pleased to find it but a dream, awakes ; 
 Yet grieved her dear one's fond embrace to lose, 
 In frantic haste to great Cybelle goes. 
 And thus accosts her : " Here no more I stay ; 
 O, holy jSIother, I am call'd away 
 By sacred duty to the pledge I left 
 Exposed to guile, of guardianship bereft. 
 My palace halls the Cyclops forged in vain ; 
 Wide-spreading rumour tells Avhat they contain : 
 Trinacria fails to hide the cherish'd pile ; 
 Too known, too famous is the noble isle. 
 Some humbler resting-place my soul desires. 
 Apart from Etna's roar, and penal fires.
 
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 Each night some dream of ill my couch attends, 
 No weary day without itsomen ends ; 
 My wheaten crown drops ever from my brows, 
 A sanguine stream from my full bosom flows ; 
 Tears bathe my cheeks, and will not be supprest; 
 My hands unbidden beat my wondering breast. 
 I sound the pipe — it breathes a funeral moan ; 
 I strike the timbrel — grief is in its tone. 
 Ah me ! I fear these auguries are true, 
 And I my long delays am doom'd to rue !" 
 
 " Discard thy terrors/' Cybele replies, 
 " Nor deem that Jove immersed in torpor lies ; 
 Around thy charge his guardian lightnings burn ; 
 Yet go, and soon with tranquil mind return." 
 
 She hears, and leaves the temple — but her soul 
 Finds the swift chariot's wheels too slowly roll : 
 With needless blows she speeds her dragons' flight, 
 And Sicily would reach, e'er Ida fades from sight. 
 Her fears all hope destroy : so chafes the bird, 
 Whose nest the ash's pendent branches gird : 
 Food for her young to seek compell'd to roam, 
 She doubts and wonders what may chance at home 
 The blast may dash her fragile dwelling down — 
 Some snake invade it, or some prying clown.
 
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 Arrived, the Goddess views her desert hall, 
 The doors thrown backward to the gloomy wall. 
 And grief and silence reigning over all : 
 Worse than her worst forebodings ! wild she tears 
 Her robe, her hair, her crown of golden ears : 
 Her tears are choked, her voice, her breath is still ; 
 Deep in her bones she feels the marrow thrill : 
 And wfinders on, with weak unsteady gait. 
 Through vacant courts, and chambers desolate ; 
 Till meets her eyes at length the straggling weft. 
 Which there the Maiden uncomj)leted left ; 
 Whilst a bold spider's sacrilegious line 
 Fills the void spaces of that work divine. 
 But still she moans not, still no tears are shed ; 
 In mute complaint she kisses every thread : 
 The ball of wool, the needle, or the toy. 
 The virgin's graver task, or playful joy, 
 Whate'er her hands have touch' d, she fondly grasps. 
 And, as herself it were, to her sad bosom clasps : 
 Explores with eager eyes her bower's retreat, 
 Her couch of slumber, and her daily seat. 
 So stands the shepherd o'er his empty fold. 
 His sheep the prey of Lybian lions bold, 
 Or driven to fill some sturdy robber's hold ;
 
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 While he, too late returning, scours tlie plain. 
 And calls, and listens for their bleat in vain. 
 
 Next hid in dark recess the Goddess found 
 The nymph Electra prostrate on the ground. 
 Her daughter's nurse, ^mong Ocean maids renown'd. 
 With all a parent's love, and tender care. 
 She oft the infant from its cradle bare. 
 To shew great Jove his child, and joy'd to see 
 Its blithesome sportings on its Father's knee. 
 This second mother, this companion tried. 
 Who scarce had ever left the virgin's side. 
 Her grey locks torn and mingled with the dust, 
 Mourn'd her lost charge, her violated trust. 
 
 Then curb'd no more was Ceres' mighty grief. 
 But found in sighs and hasty words relief. 
 " Whence comes this death-like void ? whose spoil am 1 ? 
 Doth yet my consort live, and rule the sky ? 
 Or are the daring Titans lords on high ? 
 Hath strong Typhaius burst Inarime ? 
 Or, starting from Vesmdan bondage free. 
 Hath Alcyon waded through the Tyrrhene sea? 
 Enceladus, from Etna's jaws let loose, 
 Appear'd with hundred-handed Briareus
 
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 "Within my dwelling ? tell^ O tell me where 
 Is that poor cliild^ committed to thy care ; 
 Where the swift Sirens — Cyane — and all 
 The thousand nymphs attendant at her call ? 
 Alas — for faith misplaced, and trust betrayed !" 
 The sad nurse trembled^ and awhile delay' d ; 
 Ashamed to tell the little that she knew, 
 And dreading worse than death that mother's face to view. 
 The woe was certain ; but its cause unknown : 
 At length she spake in hesitating tone. 
 " Would that the giant brood, which fills thy thought, 
 AVhose task is mischief, had this mischief wrought. 
 To unsuspected quarters tm^n thine eyes ; 
 Think, if thou canst, thy sister Deities 
 On thee and thine have lieap'd this load of woes. 
 And seek in heaven, not Phlegra, for thy foes ! 
 Long time the JNIaiden thy commandment kept ; 
 She lived in comfort, and in peace she slept ; 
 Nor e'er, to seek the grosses, thy threshold overstept. 
 When o'er her favourite loom she labour 'd long. 
 The Sirens soothed her with their gentle song : 
 With me conversing, she beguiled the day, 
 I watch'd her slumbers, and I shared her play.
 
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 So pass'd the hours, when lo ! the Cyprian dame. 
 
 Her guide unknown, to our retirement came : 
 
 And, lest her visit might suspected he, 
 
 Phoehe and Pallas bore her company. 
 
 What smiles, what joy she feign'd Avith treacherous art ! 
 
 Cft call'd her sister, press'd her to her heart. 
 
 And blamed the ]Mother strict, who doom'd a Maid 
 
 So fair to languisli in the secret shade. 
 
 Shut out from converse w ith the Powers above. 
 
 And banish'd far from the bright realm of Jove ! 
 
 Our novice now, rejoicing in her bane, 
 
 Heap'd the full feast, the nectar pour'd amain ; 
 
 Diana's garments to her limbs applied, 
 
 Diana's bow with supple fingers tried : 
 
 Then 'neath Minerva's helm her locks conceal'd. 
 
 And strove to guard her with the mighty shield. 
 
 The Goddess wise approves her jocund play ; 
 
 But Venus now malignly leads the way 
 
 To speak of Henna, and it's flowers renown' d. 
 
 That bloom with spring's eternal beauty erown'd. 
 
 " Is it indeed the truth, as runs the tale. 
 
 That winter never smites that favoured vale — 
 
 That month by month fresh roses deck the scene. 
 
 And still the meadows and the woods are green ?
 
 48 
 
 What joy were miiie that pleasant spot to view — 
 "What joy to wander through its paths with you \" 
 As drops persuasion from those glowing lips. 
 The Maiden's soul is fired,— away she trips, 
 Scorning my prayers, where youth and pleasure lead, 
 In haste to seek that ever- verdant mead. 
 She trusts her sisters ; and I grieve in vain 1 
 The Nymphs, her handmaids, follow in her train. 
 IV hen breaks the dewy morn, serenely bright. 
 While drink the violets, and the fields are white. 
 They roam the glades, and cull the moisten'd flowers, 
 Till the high sun brings on the mid- day houi's. 
 Then sudden night prevails ! the island feels 
 The tramp of horse-hoofs, and the clang of wheels, 
 And greatly trembles : none the driver knows ; 
 On, like a deadly blast, or death itself, he goes. 
 Drips from his car a blighting venom down ; 
 The streamlets fail — the grass is sere and brown ! 
 Touched by his breath, the flowrets withering lie : 
 The drooping lilies shrink, the roses die. 
 Then, wheeling round, retire the thundering steeds ; 
 The darkness with them, which they brought, I'ccedes. 
 Light shines again ; but where is Proserpine ? 
 The Goddesses — accomplish'd their design—
 
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 Are fled : we gaze, and searcli around, and soon 
 We light on Cyane, in deadly swoon, 
 With blacken'd garland — who, too rashly near. 
 Had cross'd the path of that dread charioteer. 
 We ask, ' The horses — what resembled they ? 
 And who their guider ?' She can nothing say ; 
 The poison melts her very soul away. 
 Her hair and all her frame soft dews distil ; 
 She bathes our feet, dissolved into a rill ! 
 The rest disperse : upborne on rapid wings. 
 The Siren band around Pclorus clings ; 
 Inflamed henceforward with a baleful fire. 
 Adapts to wicked ends the dulcet lyre ; 
 Arrests the progress of the passing oar. 
 And chains the seaman to that fatal shore. 
 I to my age and grief am left alone \" 
 
 The Goddess hears — but seems, as senseless grown. 
 Yet more to fear than feel her misery : 
 At length — with mind resolved, and flashing eye. 
 She burns to rush against the Powers on high. 
 So fierce the tigress makes Niphates ring. 
 Whose whelps for pastime to the Persian King 
 Some trembling horseman bears : she darts behind, 
 More rapid than her mate — the Western Wind :
 
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 Her spots of glowing green reveal her ire ; 
 Now on lier foe she nigher springs and nigher — 
 Then stops — her mirror'd form arrested to admire. 
 E'en so the Mother round Olympus raves, 
 Proclaims her wrongs, and restitution craves. 
 '' 'Tis I, no daughter of a wandering Stream — 
 No \Tilgar Dryad : to the Lord supreme, 
 The mighty Saturn, me Cybelle bare. 
 But none may now the rights of Godhead share — 
 All laAv — all rule is ended : to be good 
 Avails not : Venus walks in hardihood. 
 Loosed from her Lemnian net, in sight of all : 
 But made more bold by that degrading fall ! 
 And ye, whose virgin dignity disdains 
 Each thought and act that sensual passion stains, 
 Are ye, with fond and undiscerning mind, 
 Link'd to the shameless, to the robber joined ? 
 O worthy pair — to whom on Scythia's shore 
 Should barbarous altars reek with human gore — 
 Say when the victim of your wrath was heard 
 To speak against you but an idle word ? 
 AYhen sought she Dian from her woods to drive — 
 When in Minerva's battle fields to strive —
 
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 Your converse grave when dared slie to molest — 
 Or mar your pleasures — an unbidden guest ? 
 Hid in Trinacria's isle, and far away. 
 On none intruding, harming none, she lay : 
 Seclusion vain — and life of useless ease — 
 That might not en^y's bitter spite appease !" 
 
 She spake : they, mindful of then* Sire's behest. 
 Their thoughts by weeping — not by words — expressed ; 
 Or knowledge of the fatal chance denied : 
 She, much perplex' d, abating of her pride. 
 Her warmth repress' d, and — " O, forgive me," cried, 
 " If, urged too far, a mother's fond desire 
 Her speech inflamed with unbecoming fire. 
 A suppliant at your knees I lay me low ; 
 
 give the wretched but her doom to know : 
 The worst, when known, admits of some relief; 
 To Fate, not malice, let me owe my grief. 
 Indulge a parent in one only look : 
 
 1 redemand not aught the robber took : 
 His act I sanction, whosoe'er he be : 
 His spoil be his, without a fear of me. 
 
 But if, by compact bound, my suit you spurn. 
 Of thee, Latona, I the truth may learn,
 
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 Percliance by Dian told — 'twas thine to prove 
 
 A motlier's pangs^ and fears, and all a mother's love ; 
 
 For two fair cliildren thou— as I for one : 
 
 So be thou blest for ever in thy Son, 
 
 Bright-hair'd Apollo, and thy days go by 
 
 In peaceful gladness — happier far than I !" 
 
 Alas ! alas ! with tears on every face. 
 In mournful silence, lo ! they quit the place ! 
 O hapless Mother, why delay so long? 
 Thou seest the Heavens conspire to do thee wrong : 
 Act for thyself, and take thy devious way. 
 Where earth and seas expand beneath the day. 
 No rest, no slumber to thine eyes allow ; 
 Uncheck'd, unwearied, seek thy daughter tliou ! 
 " Yes ! I will seek her mid th' Iberian waves. 
 Search through the deep Red Sea its coral caves : 
 Where foam the shifting Syrtes seek the lost. 
 O'er ice-bound Rhine, Ripheean realms of frost ; 
 To the far borders of the South will go. 
 Will pierce where Boreas rears his halls of snow : 
 Will gaze from Atlas o'er the western brine. 
 And bid my torches on Hydaspes shine. 
 Unpitying Jove shall mark the wanderer's tread. 
 Till Juno triumph o'er her rival dead.
 
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 Yes, in your heaven, where proud ye reign, exult ; 
 Poor vanquish' d Ceres and her child insult \" 
 
 She spake, and sought, on Etna's woody side. 
 For brands, whose flame her nightly toil might guide. 
 By golden Acis' bank a grove arose, 
 Acis, whose stream fair Galatea chose 
 Full oft to bathe in rather than the sea : 
 A tangled grove — and dense with many a tree. 
 It climb'd up Etna's flanks — 'twas there, men say, 
 That Jove, victorious from the mighty fray. 
 His blood-stain'd shield and captured trophies laid, 
 And clothed with Phlegra's spoils the branchy glade. 
 There hang the giant limbs, the grinning jaws. 
 The face, whose threatening scowl the gazer awes : 
 Huge bones of serpents into heaps are cast ; 
 Their skins, yet rigid, roar with every blast : 
 No tree but boasts some name of warrior lords ; 
 This bending bears ^gseon's hundred swords, 
 On that are Cceus' sable arms bestow'd. 
 These ponderous Mimas and Opliion load. 
 The smoking spoils of Earth's most royal son, 
 Enceladus himself, a shady pine hath on ; 
 Which bows beneath their weight its stature tall, 
 Saved by its neighbour oak alone from fall.
 
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 Hence hath the place its guardian sanctities : 
 
 Men fear to touch the trophies of the skies : 
 
 No Cyclops harms its age, no flocks intrude. 
 
 E'en Polypheme avoids the holy solitude. 
 
 But Ceres is not stayed — no awe inspires 
 
 That solemn scene, and but her fury fires : 
 
 Her axe she reckless wields, intent to strike 
 
 Through Jove's loved trees, or Jove himself, alike. 
 
 In haste she dooms some stately pine to feel. 
 
 Or knotless cedar, her remorseless steel ; 
 
 Fit trunk, straight stems and arms she strives to find. 
 
 With touch exploring, and observant mind. 
 
 E'en so the shipwright, building on the shore 
 
 The bark that soon, far distant waters o'er. 
 
 Must bear the rich freight, and the gallant crew. 
 
 Goes forth the forest's various growth to view : 
 
 On beech or alder looks with judging eyes. 
 
 And each, where useful, to its use applies. 
 
 For sail-extending yards he chooses length ; 
 
 For masts requires close grain and solid strength ; 
 
 For oars, the toughest woods, like pliant steel ; 
 
 And those that bear the water, for the keel. 
 
 Two cypresses adorn'd the neighbouring copse. 
 And rear'd inviolate their lofty tops.
 
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 Not those so fair, wliicli, from liis course below, 
 Admiring Simois views on Ida grow ; 
 Nor those, where rich Orontes' waters rove. 
 Which rise the glories of Apollo's grove. 
 In sister beauty side by side they stood, 
 And smiled together on the subject wood. 
 These for her brands she chose, and, swift as thought, 
 Well pleased on both in turn her will she wrought. 
 With girded vest, bared arm, and brandish'd blade. 
 On each fair stem her deadly blows she laid : 
 With all her strength impell'd them as they yield, 
 Till down they crash, recumbent on the field. 
 While o'er their loss the Fauns and Dryads weep, 
 She grasps them both, and up th' Etnsean steep. 
 Her loose hair floating on the mountain breeze — 
 Bears, as she climbs, the fresh and leafy trees. 
 Nor heat, nor pathless rock her course withstands ; 
 Her bold foot tramples on th' indignant sands. 
 
 So stalks Megsera, rapt by fierce desire 
 To light her baleful yews with helUsh fire ; 
 In Cadmus' courts to sow strife's deadly seed. 
 Or blast INIycense by some mui'derous deed. 
 As on she moves, the startled Shades retreat ; 
 Hell's floor resounds beneath her ii'on feet :
 
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 Till now by torrent Phlegethon she stays, 
 Her torcli full feeding witli its fiery blaze. 
 
 'Twas tlius, when Ceres to the crater came. 
 She plunged each cypress in its jaws of flame; 
 All outlet closing with their bulky mass. 
 The flood forbidding ou its way to pass. 
 Then raged the prison'd fires — deep thunders roU'd — 
 The struggling vapours would not be controll'd : 
 Bright glow'd the cone-crown'd tops : new ashes crowd 
 Etna's old heaps ; the boughs are crackling loud. 
 These, for her nightly wanderings to provide. 
 She unextinct commanded to abide : 
 And steep' d the timber in mysterious juice. 
 Long time by Phcebus and the Moon in use, 
 Upon his steeds — her steers — their brightness to produce. 
 
 Now o'er the earth, by weary mortals hail'd. 
 Deep night and silence in their turn prevail'd. 
 Prepared her toilsome journey to commence. 
 Her breast she rends, and cries, departing thence, 
 " Not these the torches, daughter ever dear. 
 My mother's heart had hoped for thee to rear ; 
 But such as gleam mid festive pomp and song. 
 When echoing heavens the nuptial strain prolong. 
 No, none amongst us, though of race divine. 
 Can 'scape the meshes which the Fates entwine.
 
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 How proud was I, when suitors round me press' d. 
 
 And my one child, of all that breathe the best. 
 
 Advanced my name above the fruitfullest ! 
 
 My pride — my joy — my first and last delight ! 
 
 ]\Iy all-sufficient in thy Mother's sight ! 
 
 Where thou didst bloom, I bore my godhead high. 
 
 Nor yielded Juno place, when thou wast by ! 
 
 Now vile, exposed to each contemptuous gibe — 
 
 So wills thy Sire— yet why to him ascribe 
 
 These tears and griefs ? 'tis I have made thee moan. 
 
 Left to thy bitterest foes, unguarded, and alone. 
 
 I, who secure — suspecting nought of wrong — 
 
 Mid clash of joyous arms, and mystic song. 
 
 The Phrygian lions yoked, while thou wast dragg'd along. 
 
 Accept the penal wounds that mar my face. 
 
 That blood-stain'd furrows on my bosom trace. 
 
 And stamp the heartless mother with disgrace. 
 
 In what far region shall I seek thee out ? 
 
 Wliat friendly tongue shall tell thy whereabout ? 
 
 What tracks shall guide me in my weary way ? 
 
 What car, what robber, bore thee hence a prey ? 
 
 Is earth his dwelling, or the deep below ? 
 
 Where do his flying wheels their traces show ? 
 
 With chance-directed steps I go, I go —
 
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 (So may Dione seek for Venus lost !) 
 
 Tlirougli days and nights of toil, nor count the cost. 
 
 If but 'tis mine the loved one to regain. 
 
 And thee, my daughter, to my bosom strain. 
 
 And how behold thee ? still in beauty's pride, 
 
 Thy soft cheek glowing with health's rosy tide — 
 
 Or pale and Avretched, as, in vision dread. 
 
 Thou stood' st at midnight o'er my slumbering head ?' 
 
 Her footsteps now primeval Etna leave ; 
 She hates the flowers that bloom'd but to deceive. 
 The place accursed for so foul a deed. 
 She marks the devious tracks ; where'er they lead 
 Bends low her brands, their searching light lets fall ; 
 But streaming tears obliterate them all. 
 Next, as through air she sails, their lustre, thrown 
 On some faint path, is noticed with a groan. 
 Her shadow dims the waves, while, strangely bright, 
 Itaha, Lybia, catch the distant light. 
 Etruria's shores the glancing rays return. 
 The restless Syrtes glitter as they burn. 
 From far amphibious Scylla sees her come. 
 Half awed and shrinking to her cavern'd home ; 
 Half undismayed, and eager for the fray. 
 With doggish bark and howl to intercept her way.
 
 THE PHCENIX. 
 
 Beyond the Ind^ in ocean's utmost flood 
 Embosom'd rests a fair and verdant wood ; 
 First spot that feels the breath of Phoebus' steeds, 
 As through the dewy gates his car proceeds, 
 And hears his lash, when rosy tints betray 
 The near arrival of the breaking day : 
 And, shrouded deep in pallid garb, the Night 
 Seeks her far refuge from the wheels of light. 
 
 In that fair region, to mankind denied. 
 The bird of Titan dwells in blissful pride : 
 From noxious contact with our world debarr'd. 
 The Sun's fierce splendours his unfailing guard. 
 A god-like bird — coeval with the skies — 
 Whom weary Time with life still new supplies — 
 Who not on common ahmcnt is fed, 
 Who quaffs no draught from earthly fountain-head : 
 The sun's pure warmth sustains him, and the breeze 
 That wafts refreshment from the gentle seas.
 
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 His beaming eyes are bright with wondrous rays, 
 
 A fiery lustre round his aspect plays. 
 
 His crest a connate star to rear is seen. 
 
 The darkness piercing with its light serene. 
 
 Tyre o'er his limbs it's purple glory flings, 
 
 More swift than Zephyrs are his airy wings ; 
 
 Where azure edgings feathery flowers infold, 
 
 And each gay plume is chequer'd o'er with gold. 
 
 Not his the birth to common natures known. 
 
 Parent and offspring to himself alone ; 
 
 His frame to no progenitor is due, 
 
 Form'd from decay by fruitful death anew, 
 
 For life, which — buried oft — he still from burial drew. 
 
 For when a thousand Summers have been past, 
 
 A thousand Winters have the skies o'ercast. 
 
 As many Springs restored the grateful shade. 
 
 Which withering Autumn had in ruin laid — 
 
 Then, worn with age, by weight of years subdued, 
 
 He sinks a prey to slow decrepitude. 
 
 As some tall pine, on bleak Caucasian brow, 
 
 Compell'd at length its weary head to bow. 
 
 Breaks piecemeal up, till scarce a limb remain. 
 
 Torn by the blast, and rotted by the rain.
 
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 Now shrinks in chilly mists liis languid eye, 
 The star that crown'd him beams no more on high : 
 So pale the Moon — by circling clouds o'erborne — 
 Fades from the heavens with dim and waning horn. 
 Now droop on earth the wings, through middle air 
 Tliat wont so oft their buoyant freight to bear. 
 He feels his hour is come — another frame 
 Must soon be his — another, yet the same — 
 And, timely warn'd, betakes him to provide 
 Herbs, which the warmth of summer hills has dried. 
 And weaves a mass of rich Sabean bloom. 
 His future birth-place, and his present tomb : 
 And there he sits, and feebly to the Sun 
 Breathes in sweet strains his dying orison. 
 And prays the God for such a gift of fire. 
 As may new life, while it consumes, inspire. 
 
 Sol checks his course to mark the plaintive bird. 
 And soothes his votary with a gentle word. 
 " Yes, here lay down thy peaceful age awhile, 
 Re-born from this, misnamed thy funeral pile ; 
 Put on the life which death confers once more, 
 "With youth invigorate, from destruction soar : 
 Again thy mortal, wasted body leave, 
 A new beginning, a new form receive."
 
 G4 
 
 Then from his neck he shakes one golden hair, 
 And smites his suppliant with its vital glare ; 
 WhOj willing, longing, feels the flame extend. 
 And hastes to rise, rejoicing in his end. 
 Lit by that heavenly dart, the fragrant pyre 
 Involves the ancient in devouring fire. 
 The Moon, astonish' d, hath her steers represt ; 
 Awhile unmoved the polar axles rest : 
 The labouring pile great Nature's heart hath stirr'd 
 With fear to lose the everlasting bird : 
 She bids the flames keep faith, and, as of yore, 
 Th' immortal glory of the world restore. 
 
 And now -with strength renew'd each member glows, 
 Full through each vein the blood returning flows ; 
 Along the cindery shape strange movements pass. 
 Life thrills within, and plumage clothes the mass. 
 But now a father — he springs forth a son — 
 Next, yet not other ; second, yet but one : 
 So hath the potent fire its work of wonder done ! 
 Whose thin partition of disjoining flame 
 Two lives holds separate in a single frame. 
 
 Soon now to Nile he speeds, the sacred freight 
 Of ashes, whence he sprang, to dedicate.
 
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 With joy he hastens to the Pharian plains,, 
 
 Andj wrapt in herbs, conveys his prized remains. 
 
 Unnumber'd birds attend him as he flies. 
 
 Their gather'd armies darken all the skies : 
 
 Not one impedes him ; all, in airy ring, 
 
 Adore the progress of the fragrant king. 
 
 From rage and war the kite and eagle cease ; 
 
 They see, and reverence — and the heaven has peace. 
 
 So, from the banks of Tigris, Parthia's Lord 
 
 Rides stately on before his barbarous horde : 
 
 Assj^ia's broider'd dyes his limbs infold. 
 
 Gems grace his crown, his steed is curb'd with gold ; 
 
 And thus adorned he moves in proud delight. 
 
 While vassal thousands own his matchless might. 
 
 In one fam'd city, Egypt loves to pay 
 Her tranquil worship to the God of day. 
 An hundred columns from the Theban hill 
 Its temple courts with strength and beauty fill. 
 'Tis said, that thither, borne on duteous wing. 
 His father -load the bird is seen to bring. 
 His Patron God he duly first adores. 
 Then heaps the altar with his treasured stores : 
 There views them burning, as the flames ascend. 
 Germs of his birth, and relics of his end.
 
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 ^Tis then an odour of divinest myrrli 
 Steals tlirougli tlie fane^ and; as tlie breezes stir — 
 Soft and more soft — the far Pelusian lakes^ 
 A breath of Ind the raptured sense awakes, 
 Andj redolent of health_, perfumes awhile. 
 More sweet than nectar, the dark mouths of Nile. 
 
 O happy bird ! thine own surviving heir. 
 Whose smouldering ashes still new life prepare ; 
 To whom decay but firmer strength supplies. 
 For not thyself — ^tis but thine age that dies ; 
 Eternal witness of whate'er has been — 
 All changes of the world thine eye hath seen : 
 The time when ocean's waters, day by day 
 Upborne, in stillness on the mountains lay : 
 And that, when Phaeton, in wild career, 
 To conflagration doomed the wasted year. 
 Thee neither death, nor mundane ills invade, 
 Safe mid destruction, fresh when all things fade ; 
 For thee the Parcai weave their webs in vain — 
 Unharm'd thou art, and shalt unharm'd remain.
 
 THE NILE.
 
 THE NILE. 
 
 A FRAGMENT. 
 
 Thrice blest the man whose ploughshare cleaves the plain 
 
 Of fertile Egypt : he nor cloud nor rain 
 
 Invokes^ nor northern blasts that coldly bloAv, 
 
 Nor hails the light of Iris' humid bow. 
 
 The favour'd region has no need of these; 
 
 It scorns the showers^ it recks not of the breeze ; 
 
 Content to see perpetual plenty smile 
 
 From its own waters, its redundant Nile. 
 
 Inured to heats of Cancer's burning zone, 
 He swiftly rushes from a source unknown ; 
 Long vainly sought, and undiscover'd still, 
 Which none have seen a fount, or issuing rill. 
 No witness stood by that mysterious birth. 
 Where other heavens o'er-arch another earth ; 
 Whence forth he springs his wand'ring course to run. 
 Where iEthiop kingdoms blacken in the sun ; 
 O'er the parch'd lands his cooling dews bestows. 
 And slakes the thirst of nations as he flows.
 
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 Of him Syene dark, and Meroe drink. 
 The savage Blemyaj crowd about his brink : 
 Th' unbridled Garamant, and Girrha's child, 
 Strong beast-destroyer in the mountains wild, 
 Whose cavern dwelling ebon boughs adorn. 
 And ivory tusks, from vanquished monsters torn. 
 They too — the tribe whose well protected hair 
 With order'd shafts is set around — are there. 
 
 But why and when do those strange waters rise ? 
 No melting ice upon their bosom lies. 
 No helpful showers the mountain ridge supplies : 
 \^Tien other streams with wintry rains increase. 
 Then rests the Nile within his banks in peace : 
 When they in turn scarce trickle through the sand. 
 Then swells the Nile, and spreads o'er all the land. 
 As though what summer reft from every river, 
 ^Twere Nature's use collected to deliver 
 Into one Nile — that all the world might seem 
 Amerced to furnish forth the mighty stream. 
 And so, when Sirius arms the solar blaze. 
 And heaven is burning with the potent rays. 
 When the dried earth is shrunk in every vein. 
 And feebly strives some moisture to retain. 
 The Nile, reversing all, beholds his winter reign.
 
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 Then forth he bursts in high exulting mood. 
 And pours far wider than the seas his flood. 
 Th' expectant swains accept the boon he yields ; 
 Their oars resound along the watery fields : 
 While oft the shepherd— roused from noon-day sleep — 
 Tiews fold and flock borne downward to the deep. 
 
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