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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=528361" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Serenade</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I pipe to Amaryllis; while my goats,<br>Tityrus their guardian, browse along the fell.<br>O Tityrus, as I love thee, feed my goats:<br>And lead them to the spring, and, Tityrus, 'ware<br>The lifted crest of yon gray Libyan ram.<br>Ah winsome Amaryllis! Why no more<br>Greet'st thou thy darling, from the caverned rock<br>Peeping all coyly? Think'st thou scorn of him?<br>Hath a near view revealed him satyr-shaped<br>Of chin and nostril? I shall hang me soon.<br>See here ten apples: from thy favourite tree<br>I plucked them: I shall bring ten more anon.<br>Ah witness my heart-anguish! Oh were I<br>A booming bee, to waft me to thy lair,<br>Threading the fern and ivy in whose depths<br>Thou nestlest! I have learned what Love is now:<br>Fell god, he drank the lioness's milk,<br>In the wild woods his mother cradled him,<br>Whose fire slow-burns me, smiting to the bone.<br>O thou whose glance is beauty and whose heart<br>All marble: O dark-eyebrowed maiden mine!<br>Cling to thy goatherd, let him kiss thy lips,<br>For there is sweetness in an empty kiss.<br>Thou wilt not? Piecemeal I will rend the crown,<br>The ivy-crown which, dear, I guard for thee,<br>Inwov'n with scented parsley and with flowers:<br>Oh I am desperate-what betides me, what?<br>Still art thou deaf? I'll doff my coat of skins<br>And leap into yon waves, where on the watch<br>For mackerel Olpis sits: tho' I 'scape death,<br>That I have all but died will pleasure thee.<br>That learned I when (I murmuring 'loves she me?')<br>The Love-in-absence, crushed, returned no sound,<br>But shrank and shrivelled on my smooth young wrist.<br>I learned it of the sieve-divining crone<br>Who gleaned behind the reapers yesterday:<br>'Thou'rt wrapt up all,' Agraia said, 'in her;<br>She makes of none account her worshipper.'<br>Lo! a white goat, and twins, I keep for thee:<br>Mermnon's lass covets them: dark she is of skin:<br>But yet hers be they; thou but foolest me.<br>She cometh, by the quivering of mine eye.<br>I'll lean against the pine-tree here and sing.<br>She may look round: she is not adamant.<br> <br>[Sings] Hippomenes, when he a maid would wed,<br>Took apples in his hand and on he sped.<br>Famed Atalanta's heart was won by this;<br>She marked, and maddening sank in Love's abyss.<br> <br>From Othrys did the seer Melampus stray<br>To Pylos with his herd: and lo there lay<br>In a swain's arms a maid of beauty rare;<br>Alphesiboea, wise of heart, she bare.<br> <br>Did not Adonis rouse to such excess<br>Of frenzy her whose name is Loveliness,<br>(He a mere lad whose wethers grazed the hill)<br>That, dead, he's pillowed on her bosom still?<br> <br>Endymion sleeps the sleep that changeth not:<br>And, maiden mine, I envy him his lot!<br>Envy Iasion's: his it was to gain<br>Bliss that I dare not breathe in ears profane.<br> <br>My head aches. What reck'st thou? I sing no more:<br>E'en where I fell I'll lie, until the wolves<br>Rend me-may that be honey in thy mouth!</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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Tityrus their guardian, browse along the fell.
O Tityrus, as I love thee, feed my goats:
And lead them to the spring, and, Tityrus, 'ware
The lifted crest of yon gray Libyan ram.
Ah winsome Amaryllis! Why no mo..."></div>
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