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FRIENDSHIP.
FROM BION. IDYLL, IX.
O blest are they who love, and are belov'd!
Thus Theseus his Perithous' friendship knew;
And, tho' amidst the infernal regions, drew
Pure bliss from converse that exhaustless prov'd!
Thus Theseus his Perithous' friendship knew;
And, tho' amidst the infernal regions, drew
Pure bliss from converse that exhaustless prov'd!
Thus too Orestes, happy tho' he rov'd
O'er Scythian desarts drear, had power to strew
All on the barren waste where'er he mov'd
Flowers of delight!—for Pylades was true,
Ever the sweet companion of his way!
And thus divine Æacides was blest,
While his associate in the realms of day
Remain'd; and tranquil to Elysian rest
Patroclus flew—for his pale breathless clay
Not unaveng'd the plain of carnage prest!
O'er Scythian desarts drear, had power to strew
All on the barren waste where'er he mov'd
Flowers of delight!—for Pylades was true,
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And thus divine Æacides was blest,
While his associate in the realms of day
Remain'd; and tranquil to Elysian rest
Patroclus flew—for his pale breathless clay
Not unaveng'd the plain of carnage prest!
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