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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