ECLOGUE X. GALLUS. THIS, my last effort, Arethuse, to me May bitter Doris not her billow blend: While flat-nosed she-goats nibble tender shrubs. What lawns or what glades held you, Naiad maids, When with unworthy passion Gallus pined? For neither unto you Parnassus' brows, Line 2. See note on Geo. iv. 7, 8. 6. See note on En. iii. 978. 10 11. There is a marked resemblance between this Eclogue and Milton's Lycidas; but how immeasurably the English has distanced the Latin poet, must be obvious to any one who can divest himself of prejudice: "Where were ye, nymphs, when the remorseless deep Closed o'er the head of your loved Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high," &c. E'en pine-fraught Mænalus and Lycæus' rocks, Yea, fair Adonis sheep by rivers fed ;) And came the shepherd; plodding swineherds came ; All ask, "Whence comes this passion unto thee?" Quoth he: "Lycoris, thy solicitude, Another, both through snows and through dread camps, Of head, Silvanus, blooming fennel-plants Pan came, Arcadia's god; whom we ourselves By rills, nor bees by cytisus are cloyed, Line 19. So Pope, Past. 2: "Soft as he mourn'd the streams forgot to flow, The flocks around a dumb compassion show." "There was speech in their dumbness, language in their very gesture."-Shakspeare, Winter's Tale, v. 2. This whole account of Gallus brings to mind the melancholy youth in Gray's Elegy: "There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, Hard by you wood, now smiling as in scorn, Now drooping, woful, wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love." F Nor by the leaf she-goats." But sad quoth he: (What then, if swart Amyntas were? Dark e'en The limber vine, they might recline; her wreaths Now madding love in th' arms of callous Mars, [A truth] so grievous !) dost the snows of Alps, Not gash thy tender foot-soles! I will go, And the lays, which were framed in Chalcis' verse By me, on the Sicilian shepherd's reed I'll play. 'Tis fixed that I within the woods, 40 50 60 Lines 67-70. So when the "gentle squire" had fallen under the displeasure of Belphœbe: Faerie Queene, iv. 7, 38: "At last, when long he followd had in vaine, Mid wild beasts' caverns liefer would endure, Yet found no ease of griefe nor hope of grace, Unto those woods he turned back againe, Full of sad anguish and in heavy case: For wofull wight, chose out a gloomy glade, And sad melancholy; there he his cabin made." When Prince Arthure discovers him, he finds that he had followed the example of Gallus, in making the trees the monuments of his affection: "And eke by that he saw on every tree How he the name of one engraven had, Which likely was his liefest love to be." And so also Colin: Colin Clout, 632: "Her name in every tree I will endosse, That, as the trees do grow, her name may grow." We find Orlando doing the same in As You Like It, iii. 2: And thou, thrice crowned queen of night, survey Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where. Cowley makes such carvings fatal to the tree : And in three days, behold! 'tis dead." "Pardon, ye birds and nymphs, who loved this shade; I thought her name would thee have happy made, O'er Mænalus I'll range with mingled nymphs; Were a cure for my frenzy, or that god Nor songs themselves charm us; ye very woods Once more give way. Our woes cannot change him, Neither if we were both amid the frosts To quaff the Hebrus, and Lithonian snows The Ethiopians' sheep 'neath Cancer's star. 'Twill be enough, Pierian maids divine, That these your bard hath chanted, while he sits, 80 90 'Notes of my love, thrive here,' said I, 'and grow; The Mistress: the Tree. "Oh! might I here In solitude live savage; in some glade Obscured, where highest woods, impenetrable |