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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A44427	Epistolary poems, on several occasions with several of the choicest stories of Ovid's Metamorphoses and Tibullus's Elegies / translated into English verse by Charles Hopkins.	Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D. Metamorphoses. Selections. English.; Tibullus. Elegiae. English. Selections.; Hopkins, Charles, 1664?-1700?	1694 (1694)	Wing H2721; ESTC R13221	28,394	136

Passion from her praises caught And all inflam'd commands her to be brought Swift with the dreadful Message she return'd And found the lovely Nymph where still she mourn'd Rejoice she cry'd th' approaching Night shall crown All your desires the Conquest is your own No real joys on her Success attend Of which her soul presag'd some dismal end Her labouring Heart with different Motions beat Now Fear now Joy usurp'd the Soveraign Seat And long contending made the Tumult great All Doubts at length resistless Love destroys And left a fatal room for impious joys The day was fled and no bright Tracks remain'd But thro' whole Nature Night and Silence reign'd On goes the desperate Virgin to pursue A Crime too foul for Heav'n's chast Eyes to view The Silver Moon averse to such a sight Fled from her darken'd Orb no streak of light No glimmering Star shot through the dismal Night Thrice in loud Screams of Woe the Screech-Owls mourn And thrice she falls to warn her to return No bodings cou'd the vent'rous Maid recall Resolv'd on ruin she contemns them all The darkness of the Night dispell'd her fears While not a blush for her bold Crime appears One hand upon her Nurse supported lay Holding her other stretch'd to feel the way Soon with bold Steps to the dire Room she comes But soon as enter'd all her fears resumes Courage her Heart and Blood her Face forsook Her bending Knees on one another strook And every loosen'd Joint with Horrour shook Her working thoughts a livelier Prospect drew Of Guilt more dreadful at a nearer view Increasing Fear quite damps her impious Fire Who now grown cold and dead to all desire Repents her Crime and wou'd unknown retire But now the Nurse urg'd on th' unwilling Maid Till coming where th' impatient King was laid Receive she cries a Virgin wholly thine And then oh breach of all things Sacred and Divine In Hellish Lust Father and Daughter joyn He as less guilty felt the less of fear And in the midst of horrour comforts her He call'd her Daughter as if that exprest His tender Love and diff'rent Age the best She us'd th' indearing name of Father too And each gave Titles to their Incest due Full of her Father now she leaves his Bed Her impious Womb swoln with incestuous Seed Where Crimes unknown and monstrous Vices breed Next Night their guilty Pleasures they repeat Another follow'd and another yet When he desirous to behold at last The soft kind Nymph whom he so oft embrac't With a Torch lighted at a fatal time Discern'd at once his Daughter and his Crime His rage and grief no room for words afford But speechless at the sight he snatch'd his Sword Frighted she flies assisted by the Night Whose darkness shelter'd and secur'd her flight Far from her Country and those conscious Fields Unknown she wanders on through spacious Wilds Till with the Burden in her Womb opprest Her staggering Limbs requir'd their needful rest Scarce knowing what to pray for and at strife Betwixt the fear of Death and hate of Life Long she revolv'd on what she thought might move And thus at last invokes the Powers above On you great Gods in these Extreams I call Just is your Vengeance I deserve it all Yet lest alive I shou'd infection spread Or my foul guilt in Death pollute the dead Allow my wretched Life no longer date But by some change deny me either State Here the fair Penitent concludes her Prayers Which Heav'n still open to confession hears She feels her Legs now cover'd with the ground And her numm'd Feet in welcome Fetters bound The spreading Root shoots downward from her Toes On which the lofty Bole supported grows To Pith her Marrow turns her Bones to Wood Fed by the Sap which was of late the Blood Her Arms great Boughs her Fingers form the small Her once soft Skin now hard'ned covers all Now her big Womb the rising Bark supprest Which now creeps higher o're her panting Breast When she impatient in her change to lose Her hated Being and her cruel Woes Sunk down within the Tree whose closing top For ever lock'd her charming Beauties up Who tho' she lost all other Sense with Life She still retains that wretched one of Grief Her lasting Sorrows in her Tears are shown Which from her Bark course one another down Those Tears are precious too and keep the Name Of that unhappy Fair One whence they came The STORY of CEYX and HALCYONE FROM THE Eleventh Book of Ovid's Metamorphoses ARGUMENT Ceyx the Son of Lucifer and King of Trachis a City in Thessaly having been alarm'd by several Prodigies prepares to go and consult Apollo's Oracle at Claros to learn the Will of Heav'n and receive the Gods Instructions His Voyage The Description of a Storm and Shipwrack The Description of the God of Sleep and his Palace The Lamentation of Halcyone the Daughter of Eolus and Wife of Ceyx for the loss of her Husband with the change of both into Sea Fowls call'd after her name Halcyons are the Subjects of the following Verses beginning with her Speech to her Husband to disswade him from his intended Voyage HOw are you chang'd of late my Love how grown So tir'd of me so pressing to be gone What have I done to make my Lord remove So far from her who once had all his Love Is your Halcyone no longer dear Or to whatever place your course you steer Can you enjoy your self and she not there Yet if you went by Land 't were some relief For all that would torment me then were Grief But now at once with Grief and Fear opprest A thousand anxious thoughts destroy my rest And not one dawn of Comfort chears my Breast The faithless Seas are what alas I fear I must not let my Ceyx venture there Oft have I heard their troubled waters roar And seen their foaming waves surmount the Shore Oft seen the wreck come floating to the Coast And vent'rous Wretches by their Folly lost Nor have I seldom sad Inscriptions read On Marble Tombs which yet inclos'd no Dead Let me alone my Ceyx be believ'd And be not by your flatt'ring hopes deceiv'd Trust not the Seas although my Father binds Within his Rocky Caves the struggling Winds If once broke loose nought can their Rage restrain They sweep o're all the earth swell all the Main Drive Clouds on Clouds by an abortive Birth From their dark Wombs flashing the Thunder forth More more than what my feeble words express Which only represent their fury less Let me perswade for I have seen them rage Seen all the Wars the fighting Winds cou'd wage Did you like me their stern Encounters know As daring as you are you wou'd not go If all this fail to move your stubborn mind And you will go oh leave not me behind Take me along let me your Fortunes share There 's nought too hard for Love like mine to bear In Storms and Calms together let us keep

he alone in Human shape appears While the less noble Forms a second wears Of Snakes or Birds of Lyons or of Bears Still there 's a third still meaner in degree Which shows a Field a River or a Tree Of things inanimate presents the Scene Hills Valleys Ships or Houses Earth or Main These three to Generals Kings or Courts belong More vulgar Dreams wait the more vulgar Throng The first of these their Monarch sets at large Dispatch'd to Trachis on Tha●mantia's charge Then slagg'ring he returns and seeks his Bed In whose soft Down he sinks his drooping Head Again his Eye-lids are with sleep opprest And the whole God dissolves again to rest Swift as a Thought and secret as the Night Morphesis on noiseless pinions takes his flight His fleeting wings their silent course pursue Soft as the liquid Air they travell'd thro Who now arriv'd lays by his useless Plumes And Ceyx Form in his own Court assumes Naked he stood as late bereav'd of life Close by the Bed of his unhappy Wife His hair still dropping seem'd still wet his Beard Still shivering with the cold all his pale Frame appear'd When with a mournful gesture o're the Bed Pensively hanging his dejected head All drown'd in well dissembled Tears he said Is not your Ceyx wretched Woman known Is he so alter'd or forgot so soon Turn here Halcyone behold him lost Or in your Ceyx stead behold his Ghost To the relentless Gods in vain you pray'd You are deceiv'd alas and I am dead Surpriz'd by storms in the Aegean Sea Which cast my life and all thy hopes away Where as I call'd on thy lov'd Name my breath With half thy Name pronounc'd was stop'd in Death This from no doubtful Messenger you hear 'T is I who tell it I who perish'd there Arise and weep now let your eyes run o're Your once-lov'd Ceyx is alas no more Let a few Tears be to my Mem'ry paid And as you lov'd me living mourn me dead He speaks and adds to these his doleful words A voice she too well knew express'd her Lord's The same the gesture of his hands appears Unforc'd his action and unfeign'd his tears She frighted with the Vision sighs and weeps Torn with most mortal anguish as she sleeps Then stretches out her Arms to hold him there Which came back empty thro' the yielding Air. Stay stay she cries ah whither wou'd you now We 'll go together if again you go With her own voice and her dead Husband's sight Starting she leaves her Dream but not her fright Awak'd she turns her fearful Eyes around And looks for him who cou'd no more be found For now her Maids rais'd with her shrieks were come And with their Lamps enlighten'd all the Room Not seeing what she sought enrag'd she tare At once her face her habit and her hair When ask'd the cause whence such despair shou'd spring And what sad loss cou'd such distraction bring She wrings her Hands and beats her panting Breast Long silent with a load of sorrow prest But thus at last her cruel loss confest There 's no Halcyone ah none she cry'd With Ceyx dearer than her self she dy'd Now let no sounds of Comfort reach my ear All mention of a future hope forbear Leave me oh leave me to my just despair Ah! these these Eyes my shipwrack'd Lord did see And knew too well it cou'd be none but he These hands I stretch'd in hopes to make him stay But from these hands he slid unfelt away No mortal grasp cou'd hold his fleeting Ghost And I a second time my Ceyx lost He look'd not with the same Majestick Grace As when he liv'd nor shone his awful Face With the peculiar Glories of his Heav'nly Race His Eyes were fix'd and all their fires gone out No longer roll'd their sparkling beams about The colour from his faded cheeks was fled And all his Beauty with himself lay dead Retaining nought of all except the shade Retaining still tho' all the rest was gone Too much alas to make his Shadow known Pale wan and meagre by the Bed he stood His hair still dropping with the briny flood Here here in this ah this unhappy place 'T was here he stood she cry'd and sought to trace But found no footsteps of his airy pace Oh! this this my too true presaging Soul divin'd When you forsook me to pursue the wind But since compell'd by rigorous Fate you went And this was destin'd for the sad Event Oh! that together we had put to Sea That so with you it might have swallow'd me Absent I 'm lost and ah tho' not with you Yet am I wreck'd yet am I ruin'd too Oh! I were sprung from a most savage kind My Soul as barb'rous as the Seas or Wind If I now you are gone shou'd wish to stay behind No Ceyx no my much-lov'd Lord I come And tho' not laid together in a Tomb Tho' far from mine your floating Corps is born Nor with my Ashes mingled in an Urn Yet on one Marble shall our Names be told And the same Stone shall both our Stories hold Where Ages yet unborn with praise shall read How I disdain'd to live when you were dead Here choak'd with grief she the sad Tale gave o're Her swelling Sorrows wou'd permit no more Sobs mingling with her words their accents part And sighs fly faster from her throbbing Heart Now dawns the Day when she with fearful haste Goes to that Shore where she had seen him last There while she stood reflecting on her loss Forgetting nought that might augment her woes Here he took leave she cry'd and here she said Unwilling to be gone again he staid He gave me here alas the last embrace Then launch'd from this ah this unhappy place While all that past she labour'd to recall Severely for her self rememb'ring all And while around her watry eyes survey The wave-beat Coast and the still troubled Sea Something she spies from far come floating on Tho' at the first too distant to be known Which as the tide drove nearer to the Coast Presents a Man in a late shipwrack lost She pities him whom yet she does not know And mourns his Fate since Ceyx perish'd so Pities his Wife if he a Wife had left Like her of all she reckon'd dear bereft Now floating nearer to the fatal Shore She eyes him more distinctly than before While all her hopes diminish all her fears grow more Apace her beating heart begins to pant And all at once her sinking Spirits faint Now on the beach by tossing Billows thrown The Coarse was to her sad confusion known Her self the Wise she mourn'd the Man her own 'T is he she cry'd my dear my shipwrack'd Lord Whom I but too too justly have deplor'd Then with her hands stretch'd to him where he lay She said what grief wou'd give her leave to say Fed with false hopes have I your absence born And is it thus ah thus that you return And do I live and you