IDYL II. EROS AND THE FOWLER. HUNTING the birds within a bosky grove, It is an evil creature; shun him-flee; Until you take him, happy will you be. But if you ever come to manhood's day, He that now flies you and still bounds away, IDYL III. THE TEACHER TAUGHT. By me in my fresh prime did Cypris stand, He kept his eyes fixt, downcast on the ground, While in mine ears his mother's words did sound:"Dear herdsman, take and teach for me, I pray, Eros to sing;" she said, and went her way. I then began to teach whate'er I knew Fool that I was! how first great Pan did suit His mother's doings-how Immortals yearn With fond desires, and how poor mortals burn. All I taught Eros I have quite forgot; IDYL IV. THE POWER OF LOVE. THE Muses fear not, but with heart-love true |