Lyric Poems Made in Imitation of the Italians. Of which, many are Translations From other Languages ... By Philip Ayres |
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The Scholar of his own Pupil.
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The Scholar of his own Pupil.
The Third Idyllium of Bion Englished,
I dreamt, by me I saw Fair Venus stand,
Holding Young Cupid in her Lovely Hand,
And said, Kind Shepherd, I a Scholar bring,
My Little Son, to learn of you to sing.
Holding Young Cupid in her Lovely Hand,
And said, Kind Shepherd, I a Scholar bring,
My Little Son, to learn of you to sing.
Then went away; and I to gain her Praise,
Would fain have taught him all my Rural Lays,
How Pan found out the Pipe, Pallas the Flute,
Phœbus the Harp, and Mercury the Lute.
Would fain have taught him all my Rural Lays,
How Pan found out the Pipe, Pallas the Flute,
Phœbus the Harp, and Mercury the Lute.
These were my Subjects, which he still would slight,
And fill my Ears with Love-Songs, Day and Night;
Of Mortals, and of Gods, what Tricks they us'd,
And how his Mother Venus them abus'd.
And fill my Ears with Love-Songs, Day and Night;
Of Mortals, and of Gods, what Tricks they us'd,
And how his Mother Venus them abus'd.
So I forgot my Pupil to improve,
And learn'd of him, by Songs, the Art of Love.
And learn'd of him, by Songs, the Art of Love.
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