AMARYLLI S: OR, THE} THIRD IDYLLIUM OF THEOCRIT U S, Paraphrased. T Amaryllis love compels my way, My browzing goats upon the mountains O Tityrus, tend them well, and see them fed Your nameless beauties nakedly display'd? But I die, and death will finish all my pain; And folded fern that your fair forehead shade. Ah nymph, train'd up in his tyrannic court, O polish'd hardness soften'd to the fight! Whose radiant eyes your ebon brows adorn, Like midnight thofe, and these like break of morn! Smile once again, revive me with your charms; I would not ask to live another day, You would be pleas'd to see me plunge to shore, A poppy-leaf upon my palm to lay: |