XIV. Though mountains meet not, lovers may; What other lovers do, did they: The god of love sat on a tree, And laught that pleasant fight to fee. Τω νυνι, θαυμ' άελπτον, Ερωτικον συνοντε Αθυρε την άθυρμα Ἐν τῳδ' Έρως ἐπ ̓ ὀζῳ Καθητο, και γελασσε, Θεαμα τερπνον ἐίδων. CONTENT, BY CUNNINGHA M. O' I. 'ER moorlands and mountains, rude, barren, As wilder'd and wearied I roam; [and bare, A gentle young fhepherdess fees my despair, And leads me-o'er lawns-to her home. Yellow fheaves from rich Ceres her cottage had Green rushes were ftrew'd on her floor; [crown'd, Her cafement, fweet woodbines crept wantonly And deck'd the fod feats at her door. [round, II. We fat ourselves down to a cooling repaft, Fresh fruits, and the cull'd me the best; ΕΙΣ ΕΥΔΙΑΙΤΑΝ. - Επλανημένον καθ' ύλας Κατ' ἐρημιας, πείρας τε, ̓Απορον, ποδας καμοντα, Καματῳ δαμεντα θυμον, Εμε τις κόρη προηΓε Δι' αἴρων τες οικον αυτης. Καλαμων ὑπερθε δεσμαι, While thrown from my guard by fome glances fhe Love flily ftole into my breast. I told my foft wishes ; fhe fweetly reply'd, (Ye virgins, her voice was divine!) I've rich ones rejected, and great ones deny'd, But take me, fond fhepherd, I'm thine. III. Her air was fo modeft, her afpect fo meek, So fimple, yet fweet, were her charms; [caft, I kifs'd the ripe roses that glow'd on her cheek, Now |