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The Idyllia, Epigrams, and Fragments, of Theocritus, Bion, and Moschus

with the Elegies of Tyrtaeus, Translated from the Greek into English Verse. To which are Added, Dissertations and Notes. By the Rev. Richard Polwhele
  

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IDYLLIUM the SIXTH. The HERDSMEN.
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IDYLLIUM the SIXTH. The HERDSMEN.

DAMÆTAS and DAPHNIS. Addressed to ARATUS.
Late, Herdsman Daphnis and Damætas fed
Their Herds, Aratus, to one Pasture led.
Ruddy Damætas' Beard, while sprinkled thin
Scarce grew the Down on Daphnis' tender Chin!
Beside a Brook they sung at Summer-Noon;
The Herdsman challeng'd, and thus pip'd his Tune:
DAPHNIS.
‘With Apples Galatea pelts thy Flocks,
‘And thee, rude Polypheme, gay-tittering, mocks!
‘Sweet as thou pip'st, she calls thee Goatherd-Churl!
‘And see—thy Sheep-Dog pelts—a skittish Girl!

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‘He, on the lucid Wave, his Form surveys;
‘And, on the Beach, his dancing Shadow bays!
‘Call—call him, lest he rush upon the Fair!
‘Lest her emerging Limbs the Rover tear!
‘Yet lo! the frolic Maiden sports at Ease,
‘Light as the Down that floats upon the Breeze;
‘When Summer dries the Thistle's silver Hair,
‘Its Softness melting into azure Air!—
‘Her Lover, led by strange Caprice, she flies;
‘And views her Scorner with complacent Eyes!
“The King's in Check!” Sure, Cyclops, oft we prove,
‘That Faults are Beauties, when survey'd by Love.’
Thus Daphnis sung: Damætas thus began:

DAMÆTAS.
‘I saw her pelt my Flock I swear by Pan!
‘By this one Eye! this precious Eye I saw—
‘Heaven guard it till my Life's last Breath I draw!
‘Still may I keep it in the Prophet's Spite—
‘And on his House the dire Prediction light!

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‘But, as in careless Mood, the Girl I vex—
‘And hint—I love some other of the Sex!
‘She hears—she pines—and jealous, from the Waves
‘Springs forth; looks round, in Fury, on my Caves;
‘And wildly-roving, every Sheep-Cote marks,
‘Whilst at her Heels my Dog obedient barks.
‘For when I lov'd, he fawn'd and gently whin'd,
‘And softly on her Knees his Head reclin'd.
‘Thus while dissembled Love its Cunning tries,
‘She'll send me, sure, some Tidings of her Sighs.
‘And yet, unless an Oath the Sea-Jilt take
‘To press with me the Bed herself shall make,
‘Far from her Caverns, on this first of Isles;
‘I'll bar my Doors, nor heed her wanton Wiles.
‘Nor is my Person so deform'd and rude—
‘On the smooth Ocean, late, my Face I view'd—
‘Fair seem'd my single Eye, and fair my Beard:
‘Whiter than Parian Stone, my Teeth appear'd.
‘Lest Fascination my Repose disturb
‘Thrice on my Breast I spat,—its Power to curb—

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‘I learnt this Virtue from a Sorceress' Tongue—
‘The Hag who to Hippocoon's Reapers sung.’

Ceasing he kiss'd the Boy—and, for a Flute,
Strait gave a Pipe—his lovely Lip to suit!
Young Daphnis pip'd—his Flute Damætas play'd—
Both match'd alike, the unyielding Strain essay'd;
Whilst o'er the Grass, their Heifers danc'd for Joy,
Charm'd by Damætas and the Herdsman Boy.