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Step thou afide, and the frail charmer dies. Still o'er the fountain's watery gleam he stood, Mindlefs of fleep, and negligent of food; Still view'd his face, and languish'd as he view'd. At length he rais'd his head, and thus began To vent his griefs, and tell the woods his pain: "You trees, fays he, and thou surrounding grove, "Who oft have been the kindly scenes of love, "Tell me, if e'er within your fhades did lie "A youth fo tortur'd, fo perplex'd as I! "I who before me see the charming fair, "Whilft there he stands, and yet he stands not there: "In fuch a maze of love my thoughts are loft; "And yet no bulwark'd town, nor diftant coast, "Preferves the beauteous youth from being feen, "No mountains rife, nor oceans flow between. "A hallow water hinders my embrace;
And yet the lovely mimic wears a face "That kindly fmiles, and when I bend to join "My lips to his, he fondly bends to mine. "Hear, gentle youth, and pity my complaint, "Come from thy well, thou fair inhabitant. "My charms an easy conquest have obtain’d "O'er other hearts, by thee alone difdain'd. "But why should I despair? I'm sure he burns "With equal flames, and languithes by turns. "When-e'er I ftoop, he offers at a kifs;
"And when my arms I ftretch, he stretches his. "His eye with pleasure on my face he keeps, "He fmiles my fmiles, and when I weep he weeps.
"When-e'er I speak, his moving lips appear
"I kindle up the fires by which I burn,
This faid, the weeping youth again return'd
And now the lovely face but half appears,
His naked bofom redden'd with the blow,
She faw him in his present misery,
Sigh'd back his fighs, and groan'd to every groan;
"Ah youth! belov'd in vain," the nymph replies.
THE STORY OF PENTHEUS.
THIS fad event gave blind Tirefias fame,
" 'Twere well, prefumptuous man, 'twere well for thee "If thou wert eyelefs too, and blind, like me : "For the time comes, nay, 'tis already here, "When the young god's folemnities appear; "Which if thou doft not with juft rites adorn, Thy impious carcafe, into pieces torn,
"Shall ftrew the woods, and hang on every thorn. "Then, then, remember what I now foretel, "And own the blind Tirefias faw too well." Still Pentheus fcorns him, and derides his skill; But time did all the prophet's threats fulfil. For now through proftrate Greece young Bacchus rode, Whilft howling matrons celebrate the god,
All ranks and fexes to his Orgies ran,
To mingle in the pomps, and fill the train. When Pentheus thus his wicked rage exprefs'd; "What madnefs, Thebans, has your foul poflefs'd? "Can hollow timbrels, can a drunken fhout, "And the lewd clamours of a beastly rout, "Thus quell your courage? Can the weak alarm "Of womens yell thofe ftubborn fouls difarm,
"Whom nor the sword nor trumpet e'er could fright, "Nor the loud din and horror of a fight?
"And you, our fires, who left your old abodes,
"But you, whose youth and vigour fhould inspire
"If Thebes muft fall, oh might the fates afford "A nobler dcom, from famine, fire, or fword! "Then might the Thebans perish with renown : "But now a beardlefs victor facks the town; "Whom nor the prancing steed, nor ponderous fhield, "Nor the hack'd helmet, nor the dufty field, "But the foft joys of luxury and case, "The purple vefts, and flowery garland please. "Stand then afide, I'll make the counterfeit "Renounce his godhead, and confefs the cheat. "Acrifius from the Grecian walls repell'd
"This boafted power; why then thould Pentheus yield?
Thus did th' audacious wretch those rites profane;