And hearing, as I lay at ease along, Your swains contending for the prize of song! Not much displeased attempting) various themes, Go, go, my lambs, untended homeward fare; My thoughts are all now due to other care. While bright the dewy grass with moonbeams And I stood hurdling in my kids alone, [shone, How often have I said (but thou hadst found Ere then thy dark cold lodgment underground) Now Damon sings, or springes sets for hares, Or wickerwork 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 The heat beneath yon whispering shades awhile, Or on the margin stray of Colne's clear flood, Or where Cassibelan's gray turrets stood! There thou shalt cull me simples, and shalt teach Thy friend the name and healing powers of each, From the tall bluebell to the dwarfish weed, What the dry land, and what the marshes breed, For all their kinds alike to thee are known, Ah, perish Galen's art, and wither'd be The reeds no sooner touch'd my lip, though new, How proud a theme I chose-ye groves, fare- "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 towering 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 the Armorican control'd, And of the wife of Gorloïs, who, surprised By Uther, in her husband's form disguised, (Such was the force of Merlin's art) became Pregnant with Arthur of heroic fame. 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 disused, unless ere long 66 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 lined; 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 watery bed. -In other part, the 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, Hence forms divine, and minds immortal, learn With hallow'd lips!-Oh! blest without alloy, In those ethereal mansions thou art known. And the green palm branch waving in thy hand, Thou in immortal nuptials shalt rejoice, AN ODE, ADDRESSED TO MR. JOHN ROUSE, LIBRARIAN, OF THE UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD, On a lost Volume of my Poems, which he desired me to replace, that he might add them to my other Works deposited in the Library. This ode is rendered without rhyme, that it might more adequately represent the original, which, as Milton himself informs us, is of no certain measure. It may possibly for this reason disappoint the reader, though it cost the writer more labour than the translation of any other piece in the whole collection. STROPHE. My twofold book! single in show, A poet gave, no lofty one in truth, |