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Go, go, my lambs, untended homeward fare ;
My thoughts are all now due to other care.
Although well-pleased, ye tuneful Tuscan swains !
My mind the mem'ry of your worth retains,
Yet not your worth can teach me less to nourn
My Damon lost. —He too was Tuscan born,
Born in your Lucca, city of renown!
And wit possess'd, and genius, like your own.
O, how elate was I, when stretch'd beside
The murm'ring course of Arno's breezy tide,
Beneath the poplar grove I pass'd my bours,
Now cropping myrtles, and now vernal flow'rs,
And hearing, as I lay at ease along,
Your swains contending for the prize of song!
I also dared attempt (and, as it seems,
Not much displeas'd attempting) various themes,
For even I can presents boast from you,
The shepherd's

pipe, and ozier basket too,
And Dati and Francini, both have made
My name familiar to the beechen shade,
And they are learn'd, and each in ev'ry place
Renown'd for song, and both of Lydian race.

Go, go, my lambs, untended homeward fare ;
My thoughts are all now due to other care.
While bright the dewy grass with moonbeams shone,
And I stood hurdling in my kids alone,
How often have I said (but thou hadst found
Ere then thy dark cold lodgment under ground)
Now Damon sings, or springes sets for hares,
Or wicker-work for various use prepares !
How oft, indulging fancy, have I plann'd
New scenes of pleasure, that I hoped at hand,
Call’d thee abroad as I was wont, and cried
• What hoa ! my friend-come, lay thy task aside,
Haste, let us forth together, and beguile

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The heat beneath yon whisp'ring shades awhile,
Or on the margin stray of Colne's clear flood,
Or where Cassibelan's grey turrets stood !
There thou shalt cull me simples, and shalt teach
Thy friend the name and healing pow'rs of each,
From the tall blue-bell to the dwarfish weed,
What the dry land and what the marshes breed,
For all their kinds alike to thee are known,
And the whole art of Galen is thy own.'
Ah, perish Galen's art, and wither'd be
The useless herbs that gave not health to thee !
Twelve evenings since, as in poetic dream
I meditating sat some statelier theme,
The reeds no sooner touch'd my lip, though new,
And unessay'd before, than wide they flew,
Bursting their waxen bands, nor could sustain
The deep-toned music of the solemn strain ;
And I am vain perhaps, but I will tell
How proud a theme I choose-ye groves, farewell !

“Go, go, my lambs, untended homeward fare ;
My thoughts are all now due to other care,
of Brutus, Dardan chief, my song shall be,
How with his barks he plough'd the British sea,
First from Rutupia's tow'ring headland seen,
And of his consort's reign, fair Imogen ;
Of Brennus and Belinus, brothers bold,
And of Arviragus, and how of old
Our hardy sires th' Armorican controll’d,
And of the wife of Gorloïs, who, surpris'd
By Uther, in her husband's form disguis'd
(Such was the force of Merlin's art), became
Pregnant with Arthur of heroic faine.
These themes I now revolve—and oh-if Fate
Proportion to these themes my lengthen’d date,
Adieu my shepherd's reed-yon pine tree bough

Shall be thy future home, there dangle thou
Forgotten and disus'd, unless ere long
Thou change thy Latian for a British song ;
A British ?-even so—the pow'rs of man
Are bounded ; little is the most he can ;
And it shall well suffice me, and shall be
Fame, and proud recompense enough for me,
It Usa, golden-hair’d, my verse may learn,
If Alain, bending o'er his crystal urn,
Swift-whirling Abra, Trent's o'ershadow'd stream,
Thames, lovelier far than all in my esteem,
Tamar's ore-tinctur'd flood, and, after these,
The wave-worn shores of utmost Orcades.

Go, go, my lambs, untended homeward fare ;
My thoughts are all now due to other care.
All this I kept in leaves of laurel-rind
Enfolded safe, and for thy view design'd,
This—and a gift from Manso's hand beside
(Manso not least his native city's pride),
Two cups, that radiant as their giver shone,
Adorn’d by sculpture with a double zone.
The spring was graven there : here slowly wind
The Red Sea shores with groves of spices lin'd :
Her plumes of various hues amid the boughs
The sacred, solitary Phoenix shows,
And, watchful of the dawn, reverts her head,
To see Aurora leave her wat'ry bed.
-In other part, th' expansive vault above,
And there too, even there, the god of love ;
With quiver arm'd he mounts, his torch displays
A vivid light, his gem-tipt arrows blaze,
Around his bright and fiery eyes he rolls,
Nor aims at vulgar minds or little souls,
Nor deigns one look below, but aiming high,
Sends every arrow to the lofty sky;

Hence forms divine, and minds immortal, learn
The pow'r of Cupid, and enamour'd burn.

"Thou also, Damon (neither need I fear
That hope delusive), thou art also there ;
For whither should simplicity like thine
Retire? where else such spotless virtue shine?
Thou dwell'st not (thought profane) in shades below,
Nor tears suit thee-cease then my tears to flow;
Away with grief ! on Damon ill bestow'd !
Who, pure himself, has found a pure abode,
Has pass’d the show'ry arch, henceforth resides
With saints and heroes, and from flowing tides
Quaffs copious immortality, and joy,
With hallow'd lips !-O! blest without alloy,
And now enrich'd with all that faith can claim,
Look down, entreated by whatever name.
If Damon please thee most (that rural sound
Shall oft with echoes fill the groves around),
Or of Diodatus, by which alone
In those ethereal mansions thou art known.
Thy blush was maiden, and thy youth the taste
Of wedded bliss knew never, pure and chaste,
The honours, therefore, by divine decree,
The lot of virgin worth, are given to thee ;
Thy brows encircled with a radiant band,
And the green palm-branch waving in thy hand,
Thou in immortal nuptials shalt rejoice,
And join with seraphs thy according voice,
Where rapture reigns, and the ecstatic lyre
Guides the blest orgies of the blazing quire."

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Translations from Vincent Bourne.

RECIPROCAL KINDNESS

THE PRIMARY LAW OF NATURE.

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NDROCLES from his injured lord, in dread

Of instant death, to Libya's desert fled.
Tired with his toilsome flight, and parch'd with

heat,
He spied at length a cavern's cool retreat ;
But scarce had given to rest his weary frame,
When, hugest of his kind, a lion came :
He roar'd approaching: but the savage din
To plaintive murmurs changed, ---arrived within,
And with expressive looks, his lifted

paw
Presenting, aid implored from whom he saw.
The fugitive, through terror at a stand,
Dared not awhile afford his trembling hand,
But bolder grown, at length inherent found
A pointed thorn, and drew it from the wound.
The cure was wrought; he wiped the sanious blood,
And firm and free from pain the lion stood.
Again he seeks the wilds, and day by day,
Regales his inmate with the parted prey;
Nor he disdains the dole, though unprepared,
Spread on the ground, and with a lion shared.
But thus to live-still lost-sequester'd still
Scarce seem'd his lord's revenge a heavier ill.
Home ! native home! O might he but repair !
He must-he will, though death attends him there.
He goes, and doom'd to perish, on the sands
Of the full theatre unpitied stands ;
When lo! the self-same lion from his cage

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