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The Works of William Mason

... In Four Volumes

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SCENE III.

LYCIDAS, SAPPHO (disguised as a Shepherd.)
Sap.
Shepherd, I kindly greet thee!

Lyc.
Whence—what art thou?
Methinks I made acquaintance with thy face
This morning near the temple; but thy garb
Then spoke thee female.

Sap.
True; and such I am,
A nymph of Lemnos.

Lyc.
Thy resplendent galley
Glittering with streamers, and thy numerous train
Bespoke thee noble.


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Sap.
True; but what avails
Or birth, or wealth, when love, when bliss is lost;
When Phaon has deceiv'd me?

Lyc.
Heav'ns! another
Inthrall'd as Doris?

Sap.
Yes, and to release
Doris from thraldom, to avenge myself,
And blast his perfidy, I mask me thus
In man's attire. Conduct me swift to Doris.

Lyc.
Ah! what will that avail?

Sap.
Know, gentle Swain,
I boast no vulgar skill in minstrelsy,
And mean by that to win her heart from Phaon,
And make it mine. That done, from such a bond
(My sex declar'd) thou shalt thyself reclaim
That truant heart, and fix it thine for ever.

Lyc.
Impossible! ye gods, that I could hope it!
O! she too madly doats on Phaon's beauty;
Yet thou art beauteous too; and in thy eye
There sits a soft and modest tenderness,
Which more, methinks, should move a virgin's mind,
Than Phaon's wanton glances.

Sap.
Not on that
Shall I depend, which had not power to keep
My Phaon faithful; but my surer hope
Springs from my soul, and its enchanting art
Which, while it sooths, inflames each hearer's heart.

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Whate'er of sacred magic reigns
In verse and heav'n-born harmony,
I mix in my melodious strains:
Apollo hears me from his sky;
Thro' music's maze he guides the song,
Obsequious to my tuneful call;
Now lifts the swelling sounds along;
Now sinks in a pathetic fall.

Lyc.
Never till now did my rapt ear imbibe
Such strains celestial: the tun'd spheres themselves,
That o'er our heads ring their immortal chime,
To the blest gods give not more extacy,
Than thou to Lycidas! it must succeed.
Come on, sweet Lemnian Syren; swift I'll lead thee
To the fair bower, which Doris haunts at noon.