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Return, Alpheus ; the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, 140 And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears,

150 To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies. For so, to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise, Ay me! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurled ; Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit’st the bottom of the monstrous world ; Or whether thou, to our moist vows denied, Sleep'st by the fable of Bellerus old,

160 Where the great Vision of the guarded mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold. Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth : And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth.

Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor.

So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed,
And yet anon repairs his drooping head,
And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore 170
Flames in the forehead of the morning sky :
So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high,
Through the dear might of Him that walked the

Where, other groves and other streams along,
With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves,
And hears the unexpressive nuptial song,
In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love.
There entertain him all the Saints above,
In solemn troops, and sweet societies,
That sing, and singing in their glory move, 180
And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more ;
Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore,
In thy large recompense, and shalt be good
To all that wander in that perilous flood.

Thus sang the uncouth swain to the oaks and rills, While the still morn went out with sandals grey : He touched the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay : And now the sun had stretched out all the hills, 190 And now was dropt into the western bay. At last he rose, and twitched his mantle blue : To-morrow to fresh woods, and pastures new.



O NIGHTINGALE that on yon bloomy spray

Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still,
Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill,

While the jolly hours lead on propitious May. Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day,

First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill,
Portend success in love. O, if Jove's will

Have linked that amorous power to thy soft lay, Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate

Foretell my hopeless doom, in some grove nigh;

As thou from year to year hast sung too late
For my relief, yet hadst no reason why.

Whether the Muse or Love call thee his mate,
Both them I serve, and of their train am I.



How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,

Stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!
My hasting days fly on with full career,

But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th. Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth

That I to manhood am arrived so near ;
And inward ripeness doth much less appeai,
That some more timely-happy spirits endu'th.

Yet, be it less or more, or soon or slow,

It shall be still in strictest measure even

To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven

All is, if I have grace to use it so,
As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.


Donna leggiadra, il cui bel nome onora

L'erbosa val di Reno e il nobil varco,
Bene è colui d'ogni valore scarco

Qual tuo spirto gentil non innamora,
Che dolcemente mostrasi di fuora,

De' sui atti soavi giammai parco,
E i don', che son d'amor saette ed arco.

Laonde l' alta tua virtù s'infiora.
Quando tu vaga parli, o lieta canti,

Che mover possa duro alpestre legno,

Guardi ciascun a gli occhi ed a gli orecchi
L'entrata chi di te si truova indegno;

Grazia sola di sù gli vaglia, innanti
Che 'l disio amoroso al cuor s'invecchi.


QUAL in colle aspro, a l'imbrunir di sera,

L'avezza giovinetta pastorella
Va bagnando l' erbetta strana e bella

Che mal si spande a disusata spera
Fuor di sua natia alma primavera,

Così Amor meco insù la lingua snella
Desta il fior novo di strania favella,

Mentre io di te, vezzosamente altera,
Canto, dal mio buon popol non inteso,

F 'l bel Tamigi cangio col bel Arno.
Amor lo volse, ed io a l'altrui peso

Seppi ch' Amor cosa mai volse indarno.

Deh! foss' il mio cuor lento e 'l duro seno
A chi pianta dal ciel si buon terreno.


RIDONSI donne e giovani amorosi
M'accostandosi attorno, e “Perchè scrivi,
Perchè tu scrivi in lingua ignota e strana
Verseggiando d'amor, e come tosi ?
Dinne, se la tua speme sia mai vana,
E de pensieri lo miglior t arrivi ! ”
Così mi van burlando : “altri rivi,
Altri lidi t' aspettan, ed altre onde,
Nelle cui verdi sponde
Spuntati ad or ad or a la tua chioma
L'immortal guiderdon d'eterne frondi.
Perchè alle spalle tue soverchia soma ?”

Canzon dirotti, e tu per me rispondi :
“ Dice mia Donna, e 'l suo dir è il mio cuore
“Questa è lingua di cui si vanta Amore.' "


DIODATI (e te 'l dirò con maraviglia),

Quel ritroso io, ch' amor spreggiar solea
E de' suoi lacci spesso mi ridea,

Gia caddi, ov' uom dabben talor s 'impiglia Ne treccie d'oro, nè guancia vermiglia

M' abbaglian sì, ma sotto nova idea
Pellegrina bellezza che 'l cuor bea,

Portamenti alti onesti, e nelle ciglia
Quel sereno fulgor d'amabil nero,

Parole adorne di lingua più d'una,

E' cantar che di mezzo l' emispero Traviar ben può la faticosa Luna ;

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