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For, inasmuch as each might hate the lover,

Each, loving, so was hated.-Ye that love not Be warned-in thought turn this example over, That when ye love, the like return ye prove not.

III

FRAGMENT OF THE ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF BION

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YE Dorian woods and waves lament aloud,
Augment your tide, O streams, with fruitless tears,
For the beloved Bion is no more.

Let every tender herb and plant and flower,
From each dejected bud and drooping bloom,
Shed dews of liquid sorrow, and with breath
Of melancholy sweetness on the wind
Diffuse its languid love; let roses blush,
Anemones grow paler for the loss

Their dells have known; and thou, O hyacinth,
Utter thy legend now - yet more, dumb flower,
Than "ah! alas!"- thine is no common grief-
Bion the [sweetest singer] is no more.

9 lover | loving, Hunt MS. alternate reading.

11:

Be not unkind to those who love ye

Be timely kind to those who love ye
This lesson timely in your minds turn over

The moral of this song in thought turn over.

Hunt MS. alternate readings.

Fragment of the Elegy on the Death of Bion. Published by Forman, 1876.

1 Weep, Dorian woods, weep, Hunt MS. cancelled.

2 with fruitless tears || and rivulets mourn, Hunt MS. cancelled; tears or sorrow, Hunt MS. alternate reading.

6 Pour forth its dews of sorrow, Hunt MS. cancelled.

13 sweetest singer, omit, Hunt MS.

FROM BION

FRAGMENT OF THE ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF ADONIS

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I MOURN Adonis dead loveliest Adonis
Dead, dead Adonis - and the Loves lament.
Sleep no more, Venus, wrapped in purple woof.
Wake, violet-stolèd queen, and weave the crown
Of Death - 'tis Misery calls for he is dead!

The lovely one lies wounded in the mountains, His white thigh struck with the white tooth; he

scarce

Yet breathes; and Venus hangs in agony there.
The dark blood wanders o'er his snowy limbs,
His eyes beneath their lids are lustreless,
The rose has fled from his wan lips, and there
That kiss is dead, which Venus gathers yet.

A deep, deep wound Adonis. .. A deeper Venus bears upon her heart. See, his beloved dogs are gathering roundThe Oread nymphs are weeping. Aphrodite With hair unbound is wandering through the woods,

Fragment of the Elegy on the Death of Adonis. Published by Forman, 1876.

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His white thigh struck with the white tooth, and she
Hangs over him to catch his passing breath.

12 gathers yet, Boscombe MS. cancelled.

17-19:

Boscombe MS. cancelled.

Loosening her hair is wandering through the woods
Wildered, ungirt, unsandalled - and the thorns
Pierce her, coming-

Boscombe MS. cancelled.

Wildered, ungirt, unsandalled the thorns pierce Her hastening feet and drink her sacred blood. Bitterly screaming out she is driven on

Through the long vales; and her Assyrian boy, Her love, her husband calls. The purple blood From his struck thigh stains her white navel now, Her bosom, and her neck before like snow.

Alas for Cytherea! the Loves mourn --
The lovely, the beloved is gone! - And now
Her sacred beauty vanishes away.

For Venus whilst Adonis lived was fair
Alas! her loveliness is dead with him.

The oaks and mountains cry, Ai! ai! Adonis! The springs their waters change to tears and

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The flowers are withered up with grief. . .

Ai! ai!

Echo resounds

Adonis is dead
Adonis dead.

Who will weep not thy deadful woe, O Venus?
Soon as she saw and knew the mortal wound

Of her Adonis saw the life blood flow

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From his fair thigh, now wasting, wailing loud
She clasped him, and cried

Stay, dearest one,

"Stay, Adonis!

and mix my lips with thine!

oh, but once!

Wake yet a while Adonis

31 The rivers change their streams to tears and weep, Boscombe

MS. cancelled.

34 resounds replies, Boscombe MS. cancelled.

38 wailing loud she cried out, Boscombe MS. cancelled.

42 a while || little, Boscombe MS. cancelled.

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That I kiss thee now for the last time
But for as long as one short kiss may live!
Oh, let thy breath flow from thy dying soul
Even to my mouth and heart, that I may suck
That

FROM VIRGIL

THE TENTH ECLOGUE

[V. 1-26]

MELODIOUS Arethusa, o'er my verse

Shed thou once more the spirit of thy stream. Who denies verse to Gallus? So, when thou Glidest beneath the green and purple gleam Of Syracusan waters, mayst thou flow Unmingled with the bitter Doric dew! Begin, and, whilst the goats are browsing now The soft leaves, in our way let us pursue The melancholy loves of Gallus. List!

We sing not to the dead; the wild woods knew His sufferings, and their echoes...

Young Naiads,

wild

in what far woodlands

Wandered ye when unworthy love possessed
Your Gallus? Not where Pindus is up-piled,
Nor where Parnassus' sacred mount, nor where
Aonian Aganippe expands

The laurels and the myrtle-copses dim.
The pine-encircled mountain, Mænalus,

Fragment of the Tenth Eclogue. Published by Rossetti, 1870.

The cold crags of Lycæus, weep for him;
And Sylvan, crowned with rustic coronals,
Came shaking in his speed the budding wands
And heavy lilies which he bore; we knew
Pan the Arcadian.

What madness is this, Gallus? Thy heart's care With willing steps pursues another there.

FROM DANTE

I

ADAPTED FROM A SONNET IN THE VITA NUOVA

WHAT Mary is when she a little smiles

I cannot even tell or call to mind,

It is a miracle so new, so rare.

II

SONNET

DANTE ALIGHIERI to GUIDO CAVALCANTI

GUIDO, I would that Lappo, thou, and I,
Led by some strong enchantment, might ascend
A magic ship, whose charmed sails should fly
With winds at will where'er our thoughts might

wend,

Adapted from a Sonnet in the Vita Nuova. Published by Forman, 1876.

Sonnet. Published with Alastor, 1816.

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