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Cremona (Italy) (search for this): poem 9
! Who then of the Nymphs had sung, or who with flowering herbs bestrewn the ground, and o'er the fountains drawn a leafy veil?— who sung the stave I filched from you that day to Amaryllis wending, our hearts' joy?— “While I am gone, 'tis but a little way, feed, Tityrus, my goats, and, having fed, drive to the drinking-pool, and, as you drive, beware the he-goat; with his horn he butts.“ MOERIS Ay, or to Varus that half-finished lay, “Varus, thy name, so still our Mantua live— Mantua to poor Cremona all too near— shall singing swans bear upward to the stars.” LYCIDAS So may your swarms Cyrnean yew-trees shun, your kine with cytisus their udders swell, begin, if aught you have. The Muses made me too a singer; I too have sung; the swains call me a poet, but I believe them not: for naught of mine, or worthy Varius yet or Cinna deem I, but account myself a cackling goose among melodious swans. MOERIS 'Twas in my thought to do so, Lycidas; even now was I revolving silently if this
Mantua (Italy) (search for this): poem 9
I am gone, 'tis but a little way, feed, Tityrus, my goats, and, having fed, drive to the drinking-pool, and, as you drive, beware the he-goat; with his horn he butts.“ MOERIS Ay, or to Varus that half-finished lay, “Varus, thy name, so still our Mantua live— Mantua to poor Cremona all too near— shall singing swans bear upward to the stars.” LYCIDAS So may your swarms Cyrnean yew-trees shun, your kine with cytisus their udders swell, begin, if aught you have. The Muses made me too a singer; I toMantua to poor Cremona all too near— shall singing swans bear upward to the stars.” LYCIDAS So may your swarms Cyrnean yew-trees shun, your kine with cytisus their udders swell, begin, if aught you have. The Muses made me too a singer; I too have sung; the swains call me a poet, but I believe them not: for naught of mine, or worthy Varius yet or Cinna deem I, but account myself a cackling goose among melodious swans. MOERIS 'Twas in my thought to do so, Lycidas; even now was I revolving silently if this I could recall—no paltry song: “Come, Galatea, what pleasure is 't to play amid the waves? Here glows the Spring, here earth beside the streams pours forth a thousand flowers; here the white poplar bends above the cave,
Dodona (Greece) (search for this): poem 9
urns the whole world upside down, we are taking him—ill luck go with the same!— these kids you see. LYCIDAS But surely I had heard that where the hills first draw from off the plain, and the high ridge with gentle slope descends, down to the brook-side and the broken crests of yonder veteran beeches, all the land was by the songs of your Menalcas saved. MOERIS Heard it you had, and so the rumour ran, but 'mid the clash of arms, my Lycidas, our songs avail no more than, as 'tis said, doves of Dodona when an eagle comes. Nay, had I not, from hollow ilex-bole warned by a raven on the left, cut short the rising feud, nor I, your Moeris here, no, nor Menalcas, were alive to-day. LYCIDAS Alack! could any of so foul a crime be guilty? Ah! how nearly, thyself, reft was the solace that we had in thee, Menalcas! Who then of the Nymphs had sung, or who with flowering herbs bestrewn the ground, and o'er the fountains drawn a leafy veil?— who sung the stave I filched from you that day to Amaryllis <