Some silent stand, and some attempt relief 130 And all the graces in the virgin glow. Thus, spreading her white limbs along the plains, 135 The blooming Venus mourned Adonis slain : Her eyes look languid through the veil of woe; 140 The monarch hears his love-sick daughter's pain: Why weeps my daughter, why, my joy, complain? The youth remains, nor is the noble fled, 145 Nor shall his noble blood disgrace the marriage-bed. No horrid herdsman, no indecent hind, Of clownish manners, or rapacious mind, First, Cupid, aimed thy soft enamouring dart, And vanquished all my young Egidia's heart. 150 Obscure, unhonoured, heedless, all alone, Lost to himself, and to the world unknown, The youth, long, Grampus! climbed thy brows, till fate Good is thy choice, and what thy sire designed; 155 Dry, dry these cheeks, and sooth thy troubled mind. The monarch placid spoke: The maid arose, Her raptured soul with joys extatic glows. The veil of woe removed, she brightly shone; As beamy Phœbus, or the silver moon 160 Emerging from a cloud, she graceful moves', Before the priest the blooming couple stand; And clasps, enraptured, more than phantomed charms. 165 Emerging from a cloud, she graceful moves.] "She came in all her beauty, like the moon from the cloud of the east." I. 92. |