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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Fable of Dryope - Ovid's Metamorphoses Book 9, [v. 324-393]</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She said, and for her lost Calanthis sighs,<br>When the fair Consort of her son replies.<br>'Since you a servant's ravish'd form bemoan,<br>And kindly sigh for sorrows not your own;<br>Let me (if tears and grief permit) relate<br>A nearer woe, a sister's stranger fate.<br>No Nymph of all OEchalia could compare<br>For beauteous form with Dryope the fair,<br>Her tender mother's only hope and pride,<br>(Myself the offspring of a second bride)<br>This Nymph compress'd by him who rules the day,<br>Whom Delphi and the Delian isle obey,<br>Andraemon lov'd; and, bless'd in all those charms<br>That pleas'd a God, succeeded to her arms.<br>'A lake there was, with shelving banks around,<br>Whose verdant summit fragrant myrtles crown'd.<br>These shades, unknowing of the fates, she sought,<br>And to the Naiads flow'ry garlands brought;<br>Her smiling babe (a pleasing charge) she prest<br>Within her arms, and nourish'd at her breast.<br>Not distant far, a wat'ry Lotos grows,<br>The spring was new, and all the verdant boughs<br>Adorn'd with blossoms promis'd fruits that vie<br>In glowing colours with the Tyrian dye:<br>Of these she cropp'd to please her infant son,<br>And I myself the same rash act had done:<br>But lo! I saw, (as near her side I stood)<br>The violated blossoms drop with blood;<br>Upon the tree I cast a frightful look;<br>The trembling tree with sudden horror shook.<br>Lotis the nymph (if rural tales be true)<br>As from Priapus' lawless lust she flew,<br>Forsook her form; and fixing here became<br>A flow'ry plant, which still preserves her name.<br>'This change unknown, astonish'd at the sight<br>My trembling sister strove to urge her flight,<br>And first the pardon of the nymphs implor'd,<br>And those offended sylvan powers ador'd:<br>But when she backward would have fled, she found<br>Her stiff'ning feet were rooted in the ground:<br>In vain to free her fasten'd feet she strove,<br>And as she struggles, only moves above;<br>She feels th' encroaching bark around her grow<br>By quick degrees, and cover all below:<br>Surpris'd at this, her trembling hand she heaves<br>To rend her hair, the shooting leaves are seen<br>To rise, and shade her with a sudden green.<br>The child Amphissus, to her bosom prest,<br>Perceiv'd a colder and a harder breast,<br>And found the springs, that ne'er till then deny'd<br>Their milky moisture, on a sudden dry'd.<br>I saw, unhappy! what I now relate,<br>And stood the helpless witness of thy fate,<br>Embrac'd thy boughs, thy rising bark delay'd,<br>There wish'd to grow, and mingle shade with shade.<br>'Behold Andraemon and th' unhappy sire<br>Appear, and for their Dryope enquire;<br>A springing tree for Dryope they find,<br>And print warm kisses on the panting rind.<br>Prostrate, with tears their kindred plant bedew,<br>And close embrace as to the roots they grew,<br>The face was all that now remain'd of thee,<br>No more a woman, nor yet quite a tree;<br>Thy branches hung with humid pearls appear,<br>From ev'ry leaf distils a trickling tear,<br>And straight a voice, while yet a voice remains,<br>Thus thro' the trembling boughs in sighs complains.<br>''If to the wretched any faith be giv'n,<br>I swear by all th' unpitying pow'rs of heav'n,<br>No wilful crime this heavy vengeance bred;<br>In mutual innocence our lives we led:<br>If this be false, let these new greens decay,<br>Let sounding axes lop my limbs away,<br>And crackling flames on all my honours prey.<br>But from my branching arms this infant bear,<br>Let some kind nurse supply a mother's care:<br>And to his mother let him oft be led,<br>Sport in her shades, and in her shades be fed;<br>Teach him, when first his infant voice shall frame<br>Imperfect words, and lisp his mother's name,<br>To hail this tree; and say with weeping eyes,<br>Within this plant my hapless parent lies:<br>And when in youth he seeks the shady woods,<br>Oh, let him fly the crystal lakes and floods,<br>Nor touch the fatal flow'rs; but, warn'd by me,<br>Believe a Goddess shrin'd in ev'ry tree.<br>My sire, my sister, and my spouse farewell!<br>If in your breasts or love, or pity dwell,<br>Protect your plant, nor let my branches feel<br>The browsing cattle or the piercing steel.<br>Farewell! and since I cannot bend to join<br>My lips to yours, advance at least to mine.<br>My son, thy mother's parting kiss receive,<br>While yet thy mother has a kiss to give.<br>I can no more; the creeping rind invades<br>My closing lips, and hides my head in shades:<br>Remove your hands, the bark shall soon suffice<br>Without their aid to seal these dying eyes.'<br>'She ceas'd at once to speak, and ceas'd to be;<br>And all the nymph was lost within the tree;<br>Yet latent life thro' her new branches reign'd,<br>And long the plant a human heat retain'd.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alexander+Pope">Alexander Pope</a><div class=q>
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'Since you a servant's ravish'd form bemoan,
And kindly sigh for sorrows not your own;
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