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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=528356" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Drawn Battle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Daphnis the herdsman and Damoetas once<br>Had driven, Aratus, to the selfsame glen.<br>One chin was yellowing, one shewed half a beard.<br>And by a brookside on a summer noon<br>The pair sat down and sang; but Daphnis led<br>The song, for Daphnis was the challenger.<br> <br>DAPHNIS.<br>'See! Galatea pelts thy flock with fruit,<br>And calls their master 'Lack-love,' Polypheme.<br>Thou mark'st her not, blind, blind, but pipest aye<br>Thy wood-notes. See again, she smites thy dog:<br>Sea-ward the fleeced flocks' sentinel peers and barks,<br>And, through the clear wave visible to her still,<br>Careers along the gently babbling beach.<br>Look that he leap not on the maid new-risen<br>From her sea-bath and rend her dainty limbs.<br>She fools thee, near or far, like thistle-waifs<br>In hot sweet summer: flies from thee when wooed,<br>Unwooed pursues thee: risks all moves to win;<br>For, Polypheme, things foul seem fair to Love.'<br> <br>And then, due prelude made, Damoetas sang.<br> <br>DAMOETAS.<br>'I marked her pelt my dog, I was not blind,<br>By Pan, by this my one my precious eye<br>That bounds my vision now and evermore!<br>But Telemus the Seer, be his the woe,<br>His and his children's, that he promised me!<br>Yet do I too tease her; I pass her by,<br>Pretend to woo another:-and she hears<br>(Heaven help me!) and is faint with jealousy;<br>And hurrying from the sea-wave as if stung,<br>Scans with keen glance my grotto and my flock.<br>'Twas I hissed on the dog to bark at her;<br>For, when I loved her, he would whine and lay<br>His muzzle in her lap. These things she'll note<br>Mayhap, and message send on message soon:<br>But I will bar my door until she swear<br>To make me on this isle fair bridal-bed.<br>And I am less unlovely than men say.<br>I looked into the mere (the mere was calm),<br>And goodly seemed my beard, and goodly seemed<br>My solitary eye, and, half-revealed,<br>My teeth gleamed whiter than the Parian marl.<br>Thrice for good luck I spat upon my robe:<br>That learned I of the hag Cottytaris-her<br>Who fluted lately with Hippocooen's mowers.'<br> <br>Damoetas then kissed Daphnis lovingly:<br>One gave a pipe and one a goodly flute.<br>Straight to the shepherd's flute and herdsman's pipe<br>The younglings bounded in the soft green grass:<br>And neither was o'ermatched, but matchless both.</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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Had driven, Aratus, to the selfsame glen.
One chin was yellowing, one shewed half a beard.
And by a brookside on a summer noon
The pair sat down and sang; but Daphnis led
The song, for Daphnis was the challen..."></div>
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