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It found his heart, a way till then unknown, 610
Where never weapon enter'd but his own:
No hands could force it thence, fo fixt it stood,
"Till out it rush’d, expell’d by streams of spout-

ing blood. The fruitful blood produc'd a flow'r, which

grew Ona green stem; and of a purple hue: Like his, whom unaware Apollo flew. Inscrib'd in both, the letters are the same, But those express the grief, and these the name.







ACIS, the lovely youth, whose loss I mourn,
From Faunus and the nymph Symethis born,
Was both his parents' pleasure; but to me
Was all that love could make a lover be.
The Gods our minds in mutual bands did join: 5
I was his only joy, and he was mine.
Now sixteen summers the sweet youth had seen;
And doubtful down began to shade his chin;
When Polyphemus first disturb'd our joy,
And lov’d me fiercely, as I lov'd the boy.
Ask not which passion in my soul was higher,
My last aversion, or my first desire:
Nor this the greater was, nor that the less ;
Both were alike, for both were in excess.
Thee, Venus, thee both heaven and earth

obey ; Immense thy power, and boundless is thy sway.




The Cyclops, who defy'd th’ætherial throne,
And thought no thunder louder than his own,
The terror of the woods, and wilder far
Than wolves in plains, or bears in forests are, 20
Th'inhuman host, who made his bloody feasts
On mangled members of his butcher'd guests,
Yet felt the force of love, and fierce desire,
And burnt for me with unrelenting fire :
Forgot his caverns, and his woolly care,
Affum'd the softness of a lover's air;
And comb’d, with teeth of rakes, his rugged

Now with a crooked scythe his beard he sleeks,
And mows the stubborn stubble of his cheeks:
Now in the crystal stream he looks, to try 30
His fimagres, and rolls his glaring eye.
His cruelty and thirst of blood are loft,
And ships securely fail along the coast.

The prophet Telemus (arriv'd by chance Where Ætna's fummits to the seas advance, 35 Who mark'd the tracks of ev'ry bird that flew, And fure presages from their flying drew) Foretold the Cyclops, that Ulysses' hand In his broad eye should thrust a flaming brand, . The giant, with a scornful grin, reply'd, Vain

augur, thou hast falsly prophesy'd ; Already Love his flaming brand has tost; Looking on two fair eyes, my fight I loft.

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Thus, warn’d in vain, with stalking pace he strode, And stamp'd the margin of the briny flood 45 With heavy steps; and, wcary, fought agen The cool retirement of his gloomy den.

A promontory, sharp’ning by degrees,
Ends in a wedge, and overlooks the seas :
On either side, below, the water flows :
This airy walk the giant-lover chose;
Here on the midst he fate; his flocks, unled,
Their shepherd follow'd, and securely fed.
A pine fo burly, and of length so vast,
That failing ships requir'd it for a mast,
He wielded for a staff, his steps to guide :
But laid it by, his whistle while he try'd.
A hundred reeds, of a prodigious growth,
Scarce made a pipe proportion’d to his mouth :
Which when he gave it wind, the rocks around,
And wat’ry plains, the dreadful hiss refound. 61
I heard the ruffian shepherd rudely blow,
Where, in a hollow cave, I fat below;
On Acis' bosom I my head reclin’d:
And still preserve the poem


O lovely Galatea, whiter far
Than falling snows, and rising lilies are;
More flow'ry than the meads, as crystal bright;
Erect as alders, and of equal height:
More wanton than a kid; more sleek thy skin, 70
Than orient shells, that on the shores are feen:


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