The Same
(As revised by Mr. C.D. Locock.)
Melodious Arethusa, o'er my verseShed thou once more the spirit of thy stream:
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Who denies verse to Gallus? So, when thouGlidest beneath the green and purple gleamOf Syracusan waters, mayest thou flowUnmingled with the bitter Dorian dew!Begin, and whilst the goats are browsing nowThe soft leaves, in our song let us pursueThe melancholy loves of Gallus. List!We sing not to the deaf: the wild woods knewHis sufferings, and their echoes answer...Young Naiades, in what far woodlands wildWandered ye, when unworthy love possessedOur Gallus? Nor where Pindus is up-piled,Nor where Parnassus' sacred mount, nor whereAonian Aganippe spreads its...
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The laurels and the myrtle-copses dim,The pine-encircled mountain, Maenalus,The cold crags of Lycaeus weep for him.
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'What madness is this, Gallus? thy heart's care,Lycoris, mid rude camps and Alpine snow,With willing step pursues another there.'
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And Sylvan, crowned with rustic coronals,Came shaking in his speed the budding wandsAnd heavy lilies which he bore: we knewPan the Arcadian with.......and said,'Wilt thou not ever cease? Love cares not.The meadows with fresh streams, the bees with thyme,The goats with the green leaves of budding springAre saturated not--nor Love with tears.'
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