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While loud the mongrel bark’d, filch Damon's goat ? And when I cried, 'Yon hurrying skulker note; Tityrus, collect your stragglers ;' in the hedge

25 You sneak’d, conceal'd behind the rustling sedge.

Dam. And should not he, in minstrelsy outdone, Resign the goat my sweeter pipe had won? Haply you know not that the goat was mine: This Damon own’d; yet could he not resign. 30 Men. Your sweeter pipe !' The pipe you call so.

sweet,' Was it with wax e'er fasten'd? In the street Did you not, blockhead, to the rabble train Through grating straws squeak out your wretched

strain ? Dam. And dare you, then, a match in singing make?

35 This heifer on my wretched strain' I stake: Two calves she nurses, twice is milk'd each dayWhat will you bet of equal value? Say.

Men. No wager dare I offer from my fold; For, twice a day, both sheep and kids are told 40 By my strict sire and stepmother severe: But what yourself must own a stake more dear, Since on this madman's match your heart is set, Two beechen cups (Alcimedon's) I'll bet; Carved round whose rims flows gracefully a vine, 45. With leaves that mixt ’mid clustering ivy twine. Conon their sides adorns, and—who was he, That with his circling line traced skies and sea,

44' Beechen cups,' as we learn from Pliny, were anciently beld in great esteem. This pair is beautifully described, after the first Idyl of Theocritus.

47 Conon was probably the mathematical friend of Archimedes, who mentions his theorems, his profound science, and his death. He is recorded also with honor by Callima

And for the scythe and plough assign'd their days? Pure have I kept them from the lip and gaze. 50 Dam. Two cups for me, too, scoop'd that hand re

nown'd, And with acanthus wreathed their handles round: Orpheus upon the side his skill portray'd, And ductile forests following as he play'd. Pure have I kept them from the lip and gaze ; 55 But, with the heifer match'd, they claim no praise.

Men. Not so your challenge shall you 'scape to-day. Iclose with it: who passes, judge our lay! - And lo, Palæmon!—I will teach your tongue, Henceforth, less will to dare in taunt or song. 60

Dam. Come on, then, if of music aught be thine : I nor the challenge, nor the judge, decline. Your best attention, good Palæmon, pay (The stake's no trifle) to our rival lay. Palæmon. Begin : since here the turf supplies our seat,

65 And the soft mead strews flowers beneath our feet;

chus and Catullus, and more slightly by Propertius. The alter, with such a happiness of pastoral simplicity left unnamed, remains still unascertained—whether Aratus, or Hesiod (to one of whom Martyn inclines), or Archimedes himself. Aratus we know 'traced the skies,' or constellations, and for the scythe and plough assign’d their days.'

48 The radius, here translated 'circling line,' was the staff or rod used by the ancient mathematicians in describing the various parts of the heavens and the earth, and in drawing figures on sand.

50 This commendation is to be found in both the sixteenth Iliad, and Theocritus' first Idyl.

58 i. e. “I'accept your first proposal, and (notwithstanding, my father and stepmother) agree to stake a heifer; so assured do I feel of victory.'

61 · Come on, then-:' so also Theocritus; of whom like. wise close imitations are to be found in vv. 32. 35, 69, 71.73. 5–78,7982, 91-94. 107, 108, 111. 113. &c. &c.

And forest-glades their greenest livery wear,
And nature's freshest beauties deck the year.
You first, Damoetas; then, Menalcas, prove
Your skill: alternate strains the Muses love.

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Dam. Begin we, Muse, from Jove ; through all he

reigns ; Fattens the earth, nor e'en my verse disdains.'

Men. “To Phæbus, too, I'm dear; and all he loves, The bay and hyacinth, adorn my groves.'

Dam. “Me Galatea pelts with apples green; 75 Then flies, but hopes she does not fly unseen.'

Men. “To me my flame has ever joyous flown; Not to my dogs my Dian better known.'

Dam. Gifts, to my Venus welcome, I have got ; The ring-dove's nest—I mark”d the secret spot.' 80 Men. • To mine ten pomegranates—'twas all my

storeI've sent: and will to-morrow send ten more.'

Dam. How oft has Galatea charm’d my ear! Winds, waft her words to heaven, that gods may hear!'

Men. “Nought it avails me that Amyntas smiles ; 85 If, while he hunts, I still must watch the toils.”

Dam. “Tölas, 'tis my birthday ; Phyllis send : When bleeds my harvest-calf, yourself attend.'

Men. ‘Phyllis I love: for grieved when I withdrew, “Adieu !' she wept and cried, a long adieu !!) 90

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81 Pomegranates grow even in the woods of Italy, as we are told by Matthioli, and are of a golden or yellowish color, pallenti cortice (Ov. Met. v.).

87 Tölas, addressed by both the competitors, was probably the father of Phyllis. The ancients used to celebrate their birthdays with great conviviality. To this Phyllis is invited by Damætas; lölas to a more solemn festival, the Ambarvalia, when a sacrifice was offered by them with peculiar rites for the success of their corn.- :-See Georg. i. 339. VIR.

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Dam. “Wolves hurt the flocks, and showers the

ripen'd corn, And storms the woods; and me my fair one's scorn.' Men. “Young grain likes moisture; kids the bud

ding grove; Lithe osiers teeming cows; I but Amyntas love.' Dam. “Rude though it be, kind Pollio bears my reed :

95 A heifer, Muses, for your votary feed.'

Men. ‘Pollio, himself a bard, a bull demands, Who threatens with his horns and spurns the sands.'

Dam. Who loves thee, Pollio, may he be as thou : For him drop honey, spice on brambles grow!' 100 Men. • Love Mævius he who, Bavius, hates thee

not; And yoke the fox, and milk the rank he-goat!'

Dam. Hence, boys, who gather berries in the brake, And woodland flowers! There lurks the chilly snake.' Men. “Ewes, tread with caution near that treacherous pool :

105 See, where the ram still dripping dries his wool!' Dam. “Tityrus, your goats restrain from that deep

wave: Them will I soon in shallower waters lave.'

93 Literally, 'weaned kids the arbute or strawberry-tree. 95 Pollio, as we learn from Horace (Od. ii. 1.), was a writer of tragedies, and an orator, as well as a successful general. He was also an historian, and a bountiful patron of poets, especially of Virgil and of Horace.-See Martyn in loc., as likewise for various theories on the purport and the objects of the contrasted sacrifices of the “heifer' and the 'bull,' vv. 96, 97.

101 Of Bavius we know only that he was a wretched poet, and died in Cappadocia, A. U.C. 720: with Mævius Horace has made us a little, and but a little, better acquainted in one of his epodes. He, if not Bavius also, was probably an adversary of Pollio.

Men. “Boys, fold your flocks : if heat the ewes dis

tress, In vain, as late, our hands their teats shall press.' 110 Dam. How lean that bull o’er clover-pastures

strays ! Love on the herd, as on the master, preys.': Men. “Love has not struck my lambs ; yet worse

they seem, Scathed by some unknown eye's malignant beam!' Dam. Say, in what lands—and be my Phoebus crown'd

115 By three short ells yon spacious heavens are bound.' Men. “Say, in what lands those wondrous flowers

are grown, Which bear the names of kingsmand Phyllis be thine

own.'

Pal. Not mine your tuneful struggle to decide : Ye both deserve the prize for which ye’ve vied ; 120 [And whoso or shall dread love's sweet control, Or feel his shaft deep rankling in the soul.] -Close, boys, the streams: enough has flow'd to feed The swelling green, and saturate the mead.

111 Ervum is properly a kind of vetch, said by Aristotle, Columella, and Pliny to fatten cattle.

116–118 For the long, various, and doubtful solutions of these two puzzles, the reader is referred to Martyn in loc. I will only add, that of the sundry answers of the First, a well is the most popular with the commentators; and the martagon lily, spotted occasionally with ferruginous dots resembling AI, Aİ, (the notes of lamentation for the death of Hyacinthus, and half the name of Ajax,) is generally regarded as best fulfilling the conditions of the Second.

123 This may either literally refer to the usage of rocky and warm countries, where rills of water are diverted from their courses to refresh the parched fields; or it may metaphorically mean,' put an end to your contest: I have received sufficient pleasure in hearing you ;'-as good poetry is compared in the fifth eclogue to the quenching of thirst. Consult also Deut. xxxii. 2.

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