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With our locks and garments flowing,
And our bosoms gently shewing,
Come and take him, in a throng,
To the sea-shore with this song :-

Go, belov'd Adonis, go
Year by year thus to and fro;
Only privileged demigod;
There was no such open road
For Atrides; nor the great
Ajax, chief infuriate;
Nor for Hector, noblest once
Of his mother's twenty sons ;
Nor Patroclus, nor the boy
That returned from taken Troy;
Nor those older buried bones,
Lapiths and Deucalions;
Nor Pelopians, and their boldest;
Nor Pelasgians, Greece's oldest.

Bless us then, Adonis dear;
And bring us joy another year;
Dearly hast thou come again,
And dearly shalt be welcomed then.

Gor. Praxinoe, what a blessed thing it is ! What a wise creature! what a fine sweet voice! 'Tis time to go though; for there's Dioclides Has not yet had his dinner; and you'd best Not come before him when he wants it much. Farewell, Adonis dear; and come again.



These roses with the dew on, and this fine
Thick bowery creeper, be they yours, ye Nine :
And, Phoebus, thine the dark-leaved laurels be,
For so the Delphian cliff does grace to thee.
A goat shall stain the altar,-he with hair
Thick-set, and nibbling the young fir-tree there.


TURNING down, goatherd, by the oaks, you'll see
A fig-tree statue, put up recently,
Three-footed, with the bark on, without ears ;
Yet plain enough Priapus it appears.
A sacred hedge runs round it; and a brook,
Flowing from out a little gravelly nook,
Keeps green the laurel and the myrtle trees,
And odorous cypresses :
And there's a vine there, heaping all about
It's tendrilled clusters out;

And vernal blackbirds through the sprays
Shake their shrill notes a thousand ways;
And yellow nightingales reply,
Murmuring a honied song deliciously.
Sit you down there; and the kind god implore,
That I may yearn for Psamathe no more;
Myself with a fine kid will follow you,
And sacrifice; and should the deity nod,
A heifer and a goat shall thank him too,
And a house-lamb. Hear then, kind-hearted god.

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