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Fancy, void of sorrow, turns to song."--_Parnell._ PICTURES FROM THEOCRITUS. FROM IDYL I. [Greek: Ady ti to psthyrisma], _etc._ Goat-herd, how sweet above the lucid spring The high pines wave with breezy murmuring! So sweet thy song, whose music might succeed To the wild melodies of Pan's own reed. THYRSIS. More sweet thy pipe's enchanting melody Than streams that fall from broken rocks on high. Say, by the nymphs, that guard the sacred scene, Where lowly tamarisks shade these hillocks green, At noontide shall we lie? No; for o'erwearied with the forest chase, Pan, the great hunter god, sleeps in this place. Beneath the branching elm, while thy sad verse, O Thyrsis! Daphnis' sorrows shall rehearse, Fronting the wood-nymph's solitary seat, Whose fountains flash amid the dark retreat; Where the old statue leans, and brown oaks wave Their ancient umbrage o'er the pastoral cave; There will we rest, and thou, as erst, prolong The sweet enchantment of the Doric song! FROM THE SAME IDYL. Mark, where the beetling precipice appears, The toil of the old fisher, gray with years; Mark, as to drag the laden net he strains, The labouring muscle and the swelling veins! There, in the sun, the clustered vineyard bends, And shines empurpled, as the morn ascends! A little boy, with idly-happy mien, To guard the grapes upon the ground is seen; Two wily foxes creeping round appear,-- The scrip that holds his morning meal is near,-- One breaks the bending vines; with longing lip, And look askance, one eyes the tempting scrip. He plats and plats his rushy net all day, And makes the vagrant grasshopper his prey; He plats his net, intent with idle care, Nor heeds how vineyard, grape, or scrip may fare. FROM THE SAME. Where were ye, nymphs, when Daphnis drooped with love? In fair Peneus' Tempe, or the grove Of Pindus! Nor your pastimes did ye keep, Where huge Anapus' torrent waters sweep; On AEtna's height, ah! impotent to save, Nor yet where Akis winds his holy wave! FROM THE SAME. Pan, Pan, oh mighty hunter! whether now, Thou roamest o'er Lyceus' shaggy brow, Or Moenalaus, outstretched in amplest shade, Thy solitary footsteps have delayed; Leave Helice's romantic rock a while, And haste, oh
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