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Amid the labours of the furrow'd field,
A nymph, emergent from the crystal flood,
1890 With gurgling sound his urn began to fill, The time was apt, and opportune the place, She sprang to fold him in a soft embrace, Eager, to print an ardent kiss, and sip The nectar from his soft and ruby lip.
Her left hand o'er his ivory neck she threw, .
The mournful chance the hero thus exprest, 1920 While groans and pantings shook his lab'ring breast. “ Wretch that I am, by fate ordain'd to rend, “ With mortal grief the bosom of my friend; “To tell him, what thro’ life he shall deplore, “ His darling youth, his Hylas is no more. " Whether he died, of savage beasts the prey, ".Or roving pirates bore the youth away, "Doubtful, the mode, but certain is the grief;, " I heard his cries too late to yield relief.”'
The bursting sweat, that o'er his temples flow'd, The mortal anguish of Alcides show'd.
1931 Despair and rage the fatal words inflame. The vital currents boil within the frame. Th' uprooted ash he hurls away in wrath, And rushes wild, as chance directs his path. -As when the hornet's sting with fury fills The mighty bull, he flies the meads and rills, That wander o'er the low and marshy land, Deserts the herd, nor heeds the rustic band, Onward he drives--and restless, now the plains 1940 He traverses--now motionless remains, Rears high the brawny neck, 'and mighty crest, And roars tremendous, from a tortur'd breast. So rag'd the chief; and headlong now he flies, Now motiopless, he rends the air with cries, The piercing sounds of anguish and despair Reverberated fill the troubled air.
The rays of morning smote each mountain's brow, While fresh from heav'n the favouring breezes flow. The prudent Tiphys bade the train employ 1950 The precious season, and the winds enjoy.-Gladly they hear; and the tall ship ascend, They heave their anchors, and the sails unbend. Far from that shore, with canvas'swellid they haste, And Posidëium's* cliff rejoicing past. Morn from her heav'nly goal with eyelids glad Return'd, the field with yellow lustre clad; And o’er the mead, with scatter'd dew-drops bright, Her roseat fingers shed the seeds of light. The band perceiv'd whom they had left behind Unwary, and contention fill'd the mind; 1960 Clamours and tumult rose, for they had lost The best, and noblest of th assembled host.
* A cape of Bithynia.
Then Jason rapt in mute affliction sate,
But sudden fury Telamon possest; And words reproachful spoke the stormy breast. 6 And dost thou calmly sit, with placid mind, 1970.. “ When lost is he, that first of human kind? “ No work of chance- I read the dark design. “ Thine burning envy, artifice was thine. “ Thine heart foretold, that, when their wand'ring o'er “ The hardy Greeks should gain their native shore, “ The matchless glories of Alcides' fame “To dark oblivion would consign thy name. “ But words are idle-I no more remain, “ With such a chief, and his deceitful train." He ceas'd, and with a bound on Tiphys* flies; 1980 While Aames of fury lighten from his eyes.
Now back to Mysia—had their course been held;
And one, a prodigy, that sense confounds,
But these events the womb of time conceald. Meantime, amid the furious waves reveald, Glaucus, the prescient son of Nereus, rose. 2000 His bushy head, and hairy breast he shows.Emergent from the deep, with mighty hand, He grasp'd the keel, and shouted to the band. “ Thwart not the doom of Jove; attempt no more, “ To bear Alcides to the Pontic shore. 6. For him in Argos tyrant hate ordains “ Twelve conflicts rude, with perils and with pains. . “ These labours past, he joins his heav'nly sire. “ To godhead thus the sons of Fove aspire. “ Then, seek him not; nor mourn, whom ruling Jove “ By earthly suff'rings calls to bliss above. “ Nor yet on Polyphemus bend your care. “ The Gods for him a diff'rent fate prepare, “ At Cius' mouths to found the Mysian wall; “ On boundless Chalybean plains, to fall. “ Hylas remains, (the cause for which they rov'd,) “ A youthful bridegroom by a Goddess lov'd.
A depth immense he plung’d to wat’ry caves. Above in circling eddies foam'd the waves. The ship sprang forward, as with mighty force 2010 T'he God descending urg'd her liquid course. The heroes all rejoic'd—with eager haste, The generous Telamon towards Jason past; His hand he seis'd; and with affection prest, Embrac'd the chief, and thus his speech addrest. “ O Jason, wilt thou not forgive thy friend, “ That rash and thoughtless haply might offend!“ Grief dictates words injurious and unkind. “ Be they forgotten- give them to the wind." --All past resentments, every cause of pain“ No thoughts but those of amity remain." 2020