For numerous powers light Elegy befriend, Thus Linus lived, and thus, as poets write, Tiresias, wiser for his loss of sight; 50 60 Thus exiled Chalcas, thus the bard of Thrace, 70 Thus, trained by temperance, Homer led, of yore, Through magic Circe's monster-peopled reign, And through the realms where grizly spectres dwell, For these are sacred bards, and, from above, Wouldst thou, (perhaps 'tis hardly worth thine ear) Wouldst thou be told my occupation here? 80 The promised King of peace employs my pen, This theme on reeds of Albion I rehearse: CHARLES SONNET TO CHARLES DEODATI and I say it wondering - thou must know That I, who once assumed a scornful air, And scoffed at Love, am fallen in his snare; (Full many an upright man has fallen so.) Yet think me not thus dazzled by the flow Of golden locks, or damask cheek; more rare The heartfelt beauties of my foreign fair, A mien majestic, with dark brows that show The tranquil lustre of a lofty mind; Words exquisite, of idioms more than one, And song, whose fascinating power might bind, And from her sphere draw down, the labouring moon; With such fire-darting eyes, that should I fill My ears with wax, she would enchant me still. ON THE DEATH OF DAMON AN ARGUMENT Thyrsis and Damon, shepherds and neighbours, had always pursued the same studies, and had, from their earliest days, been united in the closest friendship. Thyrsis, while travelling for improvement, received intelligence of the death of Damon, and, after a time, returning and finding it true, deplores himself, and his solitary condition, in this poem. By Damon is to be understood Charles Deodati, connected with the Italian city of Lucca by his father's side, in other respects an Englishman; a youth of uncommon genius, erudition, and virtue. YE nymphs of Himera (for ye have shed The fruitless meed of many a sacred tear), Now through the villas laved by Thames rehearse The woes of Thyrsis in Sicilian verse, What sighs he heaved, and how with groans profound The green wheat twice had nodded in the ear But, stored at length with all he wished to learn, 10 20 Then 'twas his lot, then, all his loss to know, And, from his burthened heart, he vented thus his woe: “Go, seek your home, my lambs; my thoughts are due "To other cares than those of feeding you. "Alas! what deities shall I suppose "In heaven, or earth, concerned for human woes, "A happier lot, with spirits worthy thine! 30 "Go, seek your home, my lambs; my thoughts are due "To other cares than those of feeding you. "Whate'er befall, unless by cruel chance "Thy praise shall dwell on every shepherd's tongue; 40 "To Daphnis first they shall delight to pay, 66 'And, after him, to thee, the votive lay, "While Pales shall the flocks and pastures love, "Go, seek your home, my lambs; my thoughts are due "To other cares than those of feeding you. 50 "Yes, Damon! such thy sure reward shall be; 66 As thou wast wont, for ever at my side, "Both when the rugged frost annoyed our feet, "And when the herbage all was parched with heat; "Whether the grim wolf's ravage to prevent, "Or the huge lion's, armed with darts we went? "Whose converse, now, shall calm my stormy day, "With charming song who now beguile my way? 60 "Go, seek your home, my lambs; my thoughts are due "To other cares than those of feeding you. "In whom shall I confide? whose counsel find "A balmy medicine for my troubled mind? "Or whose discourse with innocent delight "Shall fill me now, and cheat the wintry night, "While hisses on my hearth the pulpy pear, "And blackening chestnuts start and crackle there, "While storms abroad the dreary meadows whelm, "And the wind thunders through the neighbouring elm,? 70 "Go, seek your home, my lambs; my thoughts are due "To other cares than those of feeding you. "Or who, when summer suns their summit reach, "And Pan sleeps hidden by the sheltering beech, "When shepherds disappear, nymphs seek the sedge, "And the stretched rustic snores beneath the hedge, "Who then shall render me thy pleasant vein "Of Attic wit, thy jests, thy smiles, again? |