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Chill, dark, alone, adreed, he lay,


the welkin rose the day,

Then deem'd the dole was o'er :
But wot ye well his harder lot?
His feely back the bunch had got":

Which Edwin loft afore.


This tale a Sybil-nurse ared ;
She softly stroak'd my youngling head,

And when the tale was done,
“ Thus some are born, my son, she cries,
“With base impediments to rise,

" And some are born with none.

66 But virtue can itself advance
« To what the favourite fools of chance

“ By fortune feem design'd;
« Virtue can'gain the odds of fate,
And from itself shake off the weight

“ Upon th' unworthy mind.”

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: Written in the time of JULIUS CÆSAR, and bay

fome ascribed to CATULLUS.

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Let those who always lov'd, now love the more.
The spring, the new, the warbling spring appears,
The youthful season of reviving years ;
In spring the loves enkindle mutual heats,
The feather'd nation chuse their tuneful mates,
The trees grow fruitful with descending rain,
And drest in differing greens adorn the plain.
She comes ; to-morrow Beauty's empress roves

Through walks that winding run within the groves; - She twines the shooting myrtle into bowers,

And ties their meeting tops witli wreaths of flowers,
Then, rais'J sublimely on her easy throne,
From Nature's powerful dictates draws her own.

Let those love now, who never lov'd before;
Let those who always lov’d, now love the more.

'Twas on that day which saw the teeming flood
Swell round, impregnate with celestial blood;
Wandering in circles stood the finny crew,
The midt was left a void expanse of blue,
There parent ocean work'd with heaving throes,
And dropping wet the fair Dione rose.


Let those love now, who never lov'd before; Let those who always lov’d, now love the more.

She paints the purple year with vary'd show, Tips the green gem, and makes the blossom glow. She makes the turgid buds receive the breeze, Expand to leaves, and shade the naked trees. When gathering damps the misty nights diffuse, She sprinkles all the morn with balmy dews; Bright trembling pearls depend at every spray, And, kept from falling, seem to fall away. A glossy freshness hence the rose receives, And blushes sweet through all her filken leaves (The drops descending through the filent night, While stars serenely roll their golden light): Close till the morn, her humid veil she holds ; Then deckt with virgin pomp the flower unfolds. Soon will the morning blush : ye

maids! prepare,
In rosy garlands bind your flowing hair;
''Tis Venus' plant: the blood fair Venus shed,
O'er the gay beauty pour’d immortal red;
Fidm Love's soft kiss a sweet ambrosial smell
Was taught for ever on the leaves to dwell;
From gems, from flames, from orient rays of light,
The richest lustre makes her purple bright;
And the to-morrow weds; the sporting gale
Unties her zone, the bursts the verdant veil ;

Through all her sweets the riling lover flies,
And as he breathes, her glowing fires arise.

Let those love now, who never lov'd before;
Let those who always lov'd, now love the more.

Now fair Dione to the myrtle grove Sends the gay. Nymphs, and sends her tender love. And shall they verture ? Is it safe to go, While Nymphs have hearts, and Cupid wears a bow? Yes, fafely venture, 'tis his mother's will; He walks unarm’d, and undefigning ill, His torch extinct, his quiver useless hung, His arrows idle, and his bow unstrung. And yet, ye Nymphs, beware; his eyes have charnos 5 And love that 's naked, still is love in arms.

Let those love now, who never lov'd before;
Let those who always lov’d, now love the more.

From Venus' bower to Delia's lodge repairs
A virgin train complete with modest airs :
“ Chaste Delia, grant our suit! or thun the wood,
“ Nor stain this facred lawn with savage blood.
" Venus, O. Delia ! if she could persuade,
6. Would ask thy presence, might the ask a maid."
Here chearful quires for three auspicious nights
With songs prolong the pleasurable rites :
Here crouds in measure lightly-decent rove;
Or seek by pairs the covert of the grove,
Where meeting greens for arbours arch above,
And mingling flowrets strow the scenes of love,
Here dancing Ceres shakes her golden sheaves;
Here Bacchus. revels, deck'd with viny leaves :
Here Wit's enchanting God, in lawrel crown'd,
Wakes all the ravish'd hours with silver found.

i Ye fields, ye forests, own Dione's reign, And Delia, huntress Delia, fhun the plain.


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Let those love, now, who never lov'd before,
Let those who always lov'd, now love the more.

Gay with the bloom of all her opening year,
The Queen at Hybla bids: her throne appear;
And there prefides; and there the favourite band
(Her smiling graces) share the great command.
Now, beauteous Hybla! dress thy flowery beds
With all the pride the lavish season freds ;
Now all thy colours, all thy fragrance yield,
And rival Enna's aromatic field.

To fill the presence of the gentle court,
* From every quarter rural nymphs refort.
From woods, from mountains, from their humble vales,
From waters curling with the wanton gales.
Pleas'd with the joyful train, the langhing queen
In circles seats thein round the bank of green ;
And, “ Lovely.girls, she whispers, guard your hearts :
My boy, though stript of arms, abounds in arts."

Let those love now, who never lov?d before;
Let those who always lov'd, now love the more.

Let tender grass in thaded alleys spread,
Let early flowers erect their painted head,
To-morrow's glory be to-morrow. seen,
That day, old Ether wedded Earth in gree
The vernal father bid the Spring appear,
In clouds he coupled to produce the year,
The fapi descending o'er her bofom ran,
And all the various forts of foul began.
By wheels unknown to fight, by secret veins
Distilling life, the fruitful goddess reigns,


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