The idylliums of Theocritus with Rapin's discourse of pastorals / done into English.
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The idylliums of Theocritus with Rapin's discourse of pastorals / done into English.
Author
Theocritus.
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Oxford :: Printed by L. Lichfield for Anthony Stephens,
1684.
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Pastoral poetry -- History and criticism.
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"The idylliums of Theocritus with Rapin's discourse of pastorals / done into English." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A64483.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 2, 2024.
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Idyllium IX.
A Sheapherd invites Daphnis and Menalcas to sing, they pleasure him, and he rewards them both.
To his Chum Tho. Lydgould, M.A. of Wadham. Col••.
SIng, Daphnis, sing; begin the rural lay,Begin sweet Daphnis; next Menalcas play:Mix Calves and Heifers, joyn the Bulls and Cows,And let them feed, and wanton in the boughs.Whilst you begin, begin the rural strain,And next Menalcas sing, and cheer the Swain:
D.
Sweet is the Heifers sound, and sweet the ••ine,Sweet is the Pipe's, the Swain's, and sweet is mine;By purling streams I have a shady bed,And or'e white Heifers skins are neatly spread,Ah careless Herd! they from a Mountains sideAh cruel storm! were blown, they fell, they dy'd:And there I value Summer's burning heatsNo more than Lovers do their Father's threats;Their Mother's kind complaints, or friends advice:This Daphnis sang, and next Menalcas this:
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M.
Me Aetna bred, to me she kindly gaveMidst hollow Rocks a large and shady Cave:I live by pleasant Brooks, and purling Streams,And have as much as e're you saw in dreams:By me a thousand Goats, and flocks are fed,And Wool lies round my feet, and round my head:Soft Chitterlings afford me pleasing food,And when the Winter comes I'me stor'd with wood;So that I value Cold no more, not I,Than too••hless Men do Nuts, when pulse is by:I clapt them both, to both rewards I threw,A Club that in my Father's Meadow grewTo Daphnis, rude as from the Woods it fell,And yet scarce Art could shape a thing so well:Then next Menalcas did a shell receive,The flesh divided was enough for five,Caught in th' Icarian flood, He took the Shell,And smil'd as pleas'd; and lik'd the present well:Hail rural Muses, hail, produce the strains,Which once I sang, and pleas'd the listning Swains:I'le boldly sing, nor midst my wondrous SongShall blisters rise, and gall my boasting tongue;
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The Hawks to Hawks are friends, to Ews the Ews,To Larks the Larks are friends, to Me the Muse;Oh may I hear them still! The weary sleep,The Spring the Ploughman, shady Plains the sheep,Smooth Streams, and riseing flowers the labouring BeeDelight not half so much, as Muses Me;On whom they look and smile, secure they proveFam'd Circe's Cup; nor fear the force of Love.
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