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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=528348" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pastorals</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">DAPHNIS. MENALCAS. A SHEPHERD.<br>SHEPHERD.<br>A song from Daphnis! Open he the lay,<br>He open: and Menalcas follow next:<br>While the calves suck, and with the barren kine<br>The young bulls graze, or roam knee-deep in leaves,<br>And ne'er play truant. But a song from thee,<br>Daphnis-anon Menalcas will reply.<br> <br>DAPHNIS.<br>Sweet is the chorus of the calves and kine,<br>And sweet the herdsman's pipe. But none may vie<br>With Daphnis; and a rush-strown bed is mine<br>Near a cool rill, where carpeted I lie<br>On fair white goatskins. From a hill-top high<br>The westwind swept me down the herd entire,<br>Cropping the strawberries: whence it comes that I<br>No more heed summer, with his breath of fire,<br>Than lovers heed the words of mother and of sire.<br> <br>Thus Daphnis: and Menalcas answered thus:-<br> <br>MENALCAS.<br>O Ætna, mother mine! A grotto fair,<br>Scooped in the rocks, have I: and there I keep<br>All that in dreams men picture! Treasured there<br>Swathed in whose wool from top to toe I sleep.<br>The fire that boils my pot, with oak or beech<br>Is piled-dry beech-logs when the snow lies deep;<br>And storm and sunshine, I disdain them each<br>As toothless sires a nut, when broth is in their reach.<br> <br>I clapped applause, and straight produced my gifts:<br>A staff for Daphnis-'twas the handiwork<br>Of nature, in my father's acres grown:<br>Yet might a turner find no fault therewith.<br>I gave his mate a goodly spiral-shell:<br>We stalked its inmate on the Icarian rocks<br>And ate him, parted fivefold among five.<br>He blew forthwith the trumpet on his shell.<br>Tell, woodland Muse-and then farewell-what song<br>I, the chance-comer, sang before those twain.<br> <br>SHEPHERD.<br>Ne'er let a falsehood scarify my tongue!<br>Crickets with crickets, ants with ants agree,<br>And hawks with hawks: and music sweetly sung,<br>Beyond all else, is grateful unto me.<br>Filled aye with music may my dwelling be!<br>Not slumber, not the bursting forth of Spring<br>So charms me, nor the flowers that tempt the bee,<br>As those sweet Sisters. He, on whom they fling<br>One gracious glance, is proof to Circe's blandishing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Theocritus">Theocritus</a><div class=q>
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SHEPHERD.
A song from Daphnis! Open he the lay,
He open: and Menalcas follow next:
While the calves suck, and with the barren kine
The young bulls graze, or roam knee-deep in leaves,
And ne'er play truant. But a song..."></div>
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