Yet the strength of its natureTo Earth's exhausting avarice,To Air's destructive inroads,An antidote opposed.
VAINLY wouldst thou, to gain a heart,
The Count on the scene casts his eye,
Oh what rapture to my heart
THE sun still chaunts, as in old time,
Grant to thy child relief,And view with mercy my deep agony!
The heaven's clear blue,
Noisome insectsHere are engender'd;Fatal darknessVeils their malice.
Where the cooling water gushes.Phoebus gave me, when a boy,All life's fullness to enjoy.So, in silence, as the GodBade them with his sov'reign nod,Sacred Muses train'd my daysTo his praise.--With the bright and silv'ry floodOf Parnassus stirr'd my blood,And the seal so pure and chasteBy them on my lips was placed.
Mine, as thy deep-seated smart
Thus he spoke, and the friends forthwith went on to the village,Where, in gardens and barns and houses, the multitude crowded;All along the broad road the numberless carts were collected,Men were feeding the lowing cattle and feeding the horses.Women on every hedge the linen were carefully drying,Whilst the children in glee were splashing about in the streamlet.Forcing their way through the waggons, and past the men and the cattle,Walk'd the ambassador spies, looking well to the righthand and lefthand,Hoping somewhere to see the form of the well-described maiden;But wherever they look'd, no trace of the girl they discover'd.
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