New idylles . Malinda their guardian angel. Tranfported with hav-ing adminiftered confolation to diftrefs, fhe will foon return,her lovely cheeks glowing with heartfelt joy, and her brillianteyes flill bathed with the tears of pity. I wait for her re- Idyl VII. THE ZEPHYRS. «7 turn in this thicket of rofes. As foon as (he appears I flyto meet her ; and my wings, fpreading round her the moftfweet perfumes, will cool her burning cheeks; while I kifs thetears juft darting from her eyes. This is my delightful talk. First Zephyr. You tranfport me. How fweet is youremploy ! I will, like thee, imbrue
New idylles . Malinda their guardian angel. Tranfported with hav-ing adminiftered confolation to diftrefs, fhe will foon return,her lovely cheeks glowing with heartfelt joy, and her brillianteyes flill bathed with the tears of pity. I wait for her re- Idyl VII. THE ZEPHYRS. «7 turn in this thicket of rofes. As foon as (he appears I flyto meet her ; and my wings, fpreading round her the moftfweet perfumes, will cool her burning cheeks; while I kifs thetears juft darting from her eyes. This is my delightful talk. First Zephyr. You tranfport me. How fweet is youremploy ! I will, like thee, imbrue my wings in the dewthat bathes thefe flowers ; like thee I will gather theirperfumes ; and like thee, at the return of Melinda, I willfly to meet her. But fee, from yonder grove fhe comes, allbeauteous as the morning of a glorious day. Virtue fmilesupon her rofy lips. Her deportment is that of the , let us fpread our wings ; never have 1 fanned moreV€rmiUion cheeks, nor a vifage mare D i8 A M Y N T A S. Idyl Vlir, M Y N T A S. LYCAS and I came from Miletum bearing our Apollo. We already perceived at a diftance thehill on which the temple, adorned with columns of refplen-dent white, rofe, from the bofom of a laurel grove, towardthe azure vault of Heaven ; beyond the grove our view wasloft in the fea*s unbounded furface. It was mid-day. Thefand burn*d the foles of our feet, and the fun darted its raysfo directly on our heads, that the fhadows of the locks of hairwhich covered our foreheads, extended over the whole panting lizard dragged himfelf with pain through the fernthat bordered the path. No found was heard, fave that of thegrafshopper chirping amidft the meadows fcorched grafs. Ateach ftep there rofe a cloud of fiery duft that burndoureyes, and ftuck upon our parched lips. Thus we labourdon, opprefsd by languor ; but foon increasd our pace, whenwe faw before us, even on the border of our path, fome highand fpreading trees. T
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