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No charge I gave you, and no charge could give,
But this, Be mindful of our loves, and live.
Now by the Nine, those powers ador'd by me,
And Love, the God that ever waits on thee,
When first I heard (from whom I hardly knew)
That you were fled, and all my joys with you,
Like fome fad ftatue, speechless, pale I stood,
Grief chill'd my breast, and stopp'd my freezing blood;
No figh to rife, no tear had power to flow,
Fix'd in a stupid lethargy of woe:

But when its way th' impetuous paffion found,
I rend my treffes, and my breast I wound;
I rave, then weep; I curfe, and then complain;
Now fwell to rage, now melt in tears again.
Not fiercer pangs distract the mournful dame,
Whofe firft-born infant feeds the funeral flame.

Non mandata dedi; neque enim mandata dedissem
Ulla, nifi ut nolles immemor effe mei.
Per tibi, qui nunquam longe difcedat, Amorem,
Perque novem juro, numina noftra, Deas;
Cum mihi nefcio quis, Fugiunt tua gaudia, dixit:
Nec me flere diu, nec potuiffe loqui:

Et lacrymae deerant oculis, et lingua palato :
Aftri&tum gelido frigore pectus erat.
Poftquam fe dolor invenit; nec pectora plangi,
Nec puduit fciffis exululare comis:

Non aliter quam fi nati pia mater adempti

Portet ad extructos corpus inane rogos,

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My scornful brother with a smile

appears,

Infults my woes, and triumphs in my tears,
His hated image ever haunts my eyes;

And why this grief? thy daughter lives, he cries.
Stung with my love, and furious with despair,
All torn my garments, and my bosom bare,
My woes, thy crimes, I to the world proclaim;
Such inconfiftent things are love and shame!
'Tis thou art all my care and my delight,
My daily longing, and my dream by night:

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O night, more pleasing than the brightest day,
When fancy gives what absence takes away,
And, drefs'd in all its vifionary charms,
Reftores my fair deferter to my arms!

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Then round your neck in wanton wreaths I twine,
Then you, methinks, as fondly circle mine:

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Gaudet et e noftro crefcit moerore Charaxus
Frater; et ante oculos itque reditque meos.
Utque pudenda mei videatur caufa doloris ;
Quid dolet haec? certe filia vivit, ait.

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Non veniunt in idem pudor atque amor : omne videbat Vulgus; eram lacero pectus aperta finu.

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Tu mihi cura, Phaon; te fomnia nostra reducunt;

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A thousand tender words I hear and speak;
A thousand melting kiffes give, and take:
Then fiercer joys, I blush to mention these,
Yet, while I blush, confefs how much they please.

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But when, with day, the sweet delusions fly,
And all things wake to life and joy, but I,
As if once more forfaken, I complain,
And close my eyes to dream of you again :
Then frantic rife, and like fome Fury rove

Through lonely plains, and through the filent grove,
As if the filent grove, and lonely plains,
That knew my pleasures, could relieve my pains.
I view the Grotto, once the fcene of love,
The rocks around, the hanging roofs above,

Blandior interdum; verifque fimillima verba
Eloquor; et vigilant fenfibus ora meis....
Ofcula cognofco; quae tu committere linguae,
Aptaque confuêras accipere, apta dare.
Ulteriora pudet narrare; fed omnia fiunt,
Et juvat, et fine te non libet effe mihi.
At cum se Titan oftendit, et omnia fecum;
Tam cito me fomnos deftituiffe queror.

That

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Antra nemufque peto, tanquam nemus antràque pro

fint.

Confcia deliciis illa fuere tuis.

Illuc mentis inops, ut quam furialis Erichtho

Impulit, in collo crine jacente feror.

Antra vident oculi fcabro pendentia topho,

Quae mihi Mygdonii marmoris instar erant.

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That charm'd me more, with native mofs o'ergrown,
Than Phrygian marble, or the Parian stone.

I find the fhades that veil'd our joys before;
But, Phaon gone, thofe fhades delight no more.
Here the prefs'd herbs with bending tops betray
Where oft entwin'd in amorous folds we lay;
I kifs that earth which once was prefs'd by you,
And all with tears the withering herbs bedew.
For thee the fading trees appear to mourn,
And birds defer their fongs till thy return :
Night fhades the groves, and all in filence lie,
All but the mournful Philomel and I:
With mournful Philomel I join my strain,
Of Tereus she, of Phaon I complain.

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A fpring

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Invenio fylvam, quae faepe cubilia nobis
Praebuit, et multa texit opaca coma.
At non invenio dominum fylvaeque, meumque.
Vile folum locus eft: dos erat ille loci.
Agnovi preffas noti mihi cefpitis herbas

De noftro curvum pondere gramen erat.
Incubui, tetigique locum qua parte fuisti;
Grata prius lacrymas combibit herba meas.
Quinetiam rami pofitis lugere videntur

Frondibus; et nullae dulce queruntur aves. Sola virum non ulta pie moeftiffima mater

Concinit Ifmarium Daulias ales Ityn. Ales Ityn, Sappho defertos cantat amores a

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Hactenus, ut media caetera nocte filent.

A fpring there is, whose filver waters show,
Clear as a glass, the shining fands below;

A flowery Lotos spreads its arms above,
Shades all the banks, and seems itself a grove;
Eternal greens the moffy margin grace,
Watch'd by the sylvan genius of the place.
Here as I lay, and fwell'd with tears the flood,
Before my fight a watery Virgin stood:

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She ftood and cry'd, "O you that love in vain! "Fly hence, and feek the fair Leucadian main. "There ftands a rock, from whofe impending steep "Apollo's fane furveys the rolling deep; "There injur'd lovers leaping from above, "Their flames extinguish, and forget to love. "Deucalion once with hopeless fury burn'd, "In vain he lov'd, relentless Pyrrha fcorn'd: "But when from hence he plung'd into the main, 195 "Deucalion fcorn'd, and Pyrrha lov'd in vain.

"Haste,

Eft nitidus, vitroque magis perlucidus omní,
Fons facer; hunc multi numen habere putant.
Quem fupra ramos expandit aquatica lotos,

Una nemus; tenero cefpite terra viret.

Hic ego cum laffos pofuiffem fletibus artus,

Conftitit ante oculos Naïas una meos.

Conftitit, et dixit, " Quoniam non ignibus aequis “Ureris, Ambracias terra petenda tibi.

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"Phoebus ab excelfo, quantum patet, afpicit æquor: "Actiacum populi Leucadiumque vocant.

"Hinc fe Deucalion Pyrrhae fuccenfus amore "Mifit, et illaefo corpore preffit aquas.

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