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 |
The Idyllia, Epigrams, and Fragments, of Theocritus, Bion, and Moschus | ||
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IDYLLIUM the NINETEENTH. The HONEY-STEALER.
As Cupid, once, the errant'st Rogue alive,Robb'd the sweet Treasures of the fragrant Hive,
A Bee the frolic Urchin's Finger stung—
With many a loud Complaint his Hands he wrung,
Stampt wild the Ground, his rosy Finger blew;
And strait, in Anguish, to his Mother flew.
‘Mother (he cried, in Tears all frantic drown'd)
‘'Twas but a little Bee! And what a Wound!’
But she with Smiles her hapless Boy survey'd,
And thus, in chiding Accents, sweetly said:
‘Of thee a truer Type is no where found—
‘Who, tho' so little, giv'st so great a Wound!’
The Idyllia, Epigrams, and Fragments, of Theocritus, Bion, and Moschus | ||