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Methought I saw before my feet,
With countenance serene and sweet,
The Muse who in my youthful days
Had oft' inspir'd my carless lays;
She smil'd, and said, " Once more I see
" My fugitive returns to me;
" Long had I lost you from my bow'r,
" You scorn'd to own my gentle pow'r;
" With me no more your genius sported,
" The grave historick Muse you courted,
" Or rais'd from earth with straining eyes
" Pursu'd Urania thro' the skies;

A wild squall from the east, darkness, and the waves of Orion's lurid setting were my fate and I, Kallaiskhros, gave up my life as I fled across the Libyan sea;
So now I am swept to and fro by the waters, a prey to fishes, and this stone lies when it says that I am here.

Tausend Gesellen erbat ich vom Ewigen eh mir Gott in Einem
Vergalt mit vollen Tausend die er mir weigerte
Liebreich Herz, Du Geber, ich danke Dir, Rudolf Alexander
Verteidiger, Bestätiger, Besänftiger.

In Earth's name, offer Kleitagoras a small but gracious favour, for the sake of Persephone under the earth, O shepherds, who frequent this mountain ridge, pasturing your goats and your fleecy sheep. Let the sheep bleat, and let the shepherd, seated upon an unhewn rock, pipe softly as they feed; and may the countryman wreathe my gravestone with the meadow-flowers of early spring, and may some one press the milk from the udder of a fruitful ewe to moisten the base of my tomb:
Such favours are rewarded even by the dead.

Tune, Her Sheep all in clusters .

Ye dark, rugged rocks, that recline o'er the deep,
Ye breezes, that sigh o'er the main,
Here shelter me, under your cliffs, while I weep,
And cease, while ye hear me complain;
For distant, alas! from my native dear shores,
And far from each friend now I be;
And wide is the merciless ocean, that roars
Between my Matilda and me.

How blest were the times when together we stray'd,

Once more, Great Prince , in shining Arms appear,
And draw that Sword which Gallia us'd to fear:
All other Nations have thy Succour known;
The last great Task is to Relieve thy Own .
Afflicted Europe , when she sought thy Aid,
The Price of Liberty in Glory paid;
But Duty here no Foreign Motive needs,
It is enough to Thee — — — that Britain bleeds;
Ungrateful Britain! Prodigal in Ill,
To thee Ungrateful — — yet thy Country still.

Go, Mighty Chief , and draw thy Vet'rans forth,

I am a mound for shipwrecked Dioskles. Alas for the daring of sailors, who cast off their moorings, forgetful of their graves.

May good fortune follow the hunter of hares, and the fowler who comes here to seek the birds nesting beneath this double hill!
Call to me from the cliff, O Pan, guardian of the wood, for I join in the chase with my dogs and my reeds.

Fond, timid creature! fear not me;
Think not I mean to injure thee;
I am not come with hard intent,
To steal the treasure Heaven hath sent;
Hovering with fond anxiety
Around thine unfledg'd family,
Fearful and tender as thou art,
Each step alarms thy failing heart!
But let those fluttering plumes lie still,
Those needless terrors cease to feel!
Why hop so fast from bough to bough?
Thou hear'st no hostile footstep now.
Compose thy feathers, ease thy fear,
No cruel purpose brought me here:
I came not rudely to invade

Must thou, sweet bird, no more thy master cheer?
No more shall I thine artless chantings hear?
Oh skill'd in music's pure simplicity!
How have my tranquil hours been blest by thee!
When tir'd with efforts of laborious thought,
Sooth'd were my languors by thy sprightly note:
When borne on Poesy's swift-sailing wing,
To some fair scene, all paradise and spring,
Listening to thee, I felt the scene more fair,
And with a wilder transport wander'd there:
When (by dark, threat'ning clouds a captive made)
I sigh'd for vernal scene, and vocal shade,