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Without the gate he plac'd two other warders,
That she hath made her keepers of her part,
Refresh the prince, dulld with much business ;
She Heav'n to Earth in music often brings,
And Earth to Heav'n :--but oh, how sweet she sings, When in rich Grace's key, she tunes poor Nature's strings,
Whom some deaf snake, that could no music hear,
Down to Avernus' river boldly went,
LXII. There what his mother, fair Calliope,
From Phæbus' harp and Muses spring had brought him; Whạt sharpest grief for his Euridice, And love, redoubling grief, had newly taught him,
He lavish'd out, and with his potent spell
Bent all the rig'rous pow'rs of stubborn Hell:
Nor car'd they now to pass the Stygian ford :
All Hell came running there (a hideous rout)
The aged ferryman shov'd out his boat;
But that without his help did thither float,
And with large draughts swilld in the standing pool : The fruit hung list’ning on the wond'ring bough, Forgetting Hell's command; but he (ah, fool!)
Forgot his starved taste, his ears to fill :
Ixion's turning wheel at length stood still;
And hop'd at length his labour done for ever:
The Furies flung their snaky whips away,
All that in endless night's sad kingdom dwell;
And softly whining pitied much his wrongs;
And now first silent at those dainty songs,
But with this law, never to turn his eyes
Till he was past the bounds of Tartary;
Love is love's law; love but to love is tied).
To bring his dead soul to the joyful sky; If when he comes in view of heav'nly light, He turns again to Hell his yielding eye,
And longs to see what he had left; his sore
Grows desp’rate, deeper, deadlier than afore :
And tire my flagging Muse with weary flight?
But to describe the people of this Isle,
And that great* prince, these reeds are all too vile.
Allays his thirst, and cools his flaming car;
Sparkling in dewy globes :-all home invite :
Home then my flocks, home shepherd's, home,'tis night: My song with day is done; my Muse is set with light."
• The intellect.
From whose fit march issued a pleasing smile,
With which they crown’d their honour'd Thirsil's head;
Ah! blessed shepherd swain ! ah happy meed! While all his fellows chant on slender pipes of reed.
CANTO XVI. ide i oni
THE hours had now unlock'd the gate of day,
When fair Aurora leaves her frosty bed, Hasting with youthful Cephalus to play, Unmask'd her face and rosy beauties spread :
Tithonus' silver age was much despis'd.
Ah! who in love that cruel law devis’d,
(Whose shady head a beechy garland crown'd) View'd all their flocks that on the pastures graz’d : Then down they sit, while Thenot 'gan the round;
Thenot! was never fairer boy among
The gentle lads, that to the Muses throng By Camus' yellow streams, learn tune their pipe and song:
Why then, ah! why sitt'st thou so silent there?
Tell us who brought, and whence these colonies ;
Who is their king, what foes, and what allies; What laws maintain their peace; what wars, and victories?"
IV. “ Thenot, my dear! that simple fisher-swain,
Whose little boat in some small river strays; Yet fondly launches in the swelling main,
Soon, yet too late, repents his foolish plays :