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the nature of whose writings is imitated in the French " Satyre Menippee," composed by Nicolas Rapin, and others, against the faction of The League. But in the soft and tender effusions of Meleager, which have come down to us, it is impossible to discover, in what consists his resemblance to Menippus. Meleager is remarkable as the father of those collections of fugitive pieces from various poets, which are known by the title of " Anthologies."

It should be remembered that the ancient Epigram was not, exclusively, appropriated to subjects of humour, or terminated with a witty point; but was either "An Inscription," as its name implies, or a short piece, serious or tender, answering generally to the modern " Sonnet." Of this kind are the Epigrams of Meleager. They are singularly delicate and fanciful in the turn of thought and expression, and are usually marked with the most elegant simplicity; though the sentiment is occasionally refined into something of the Italian conceit. That his love poems are always harmless or

excusable cannot be said: some, which the busy curiosity of later anthological editors have dragged from their skulking places, show the stains of ancient depravity.



I'LL twine white violets and soft daffodils
With myrtle leaves: I'll twine the crocus sweet
And smiling lily; and inweave with these
The purple hyacinth, and braid the rose
That loves the lover: so the wreath may shed
Its flowery breath on Heliodora's hair,

And her curl'd temples bathed with fragrant oils.


OH locks, that Damo's forehead wreathe!

Oh Heliodora's sandal'd feet!

And oh Timarion's doors, that breathe
Moist odours from her chamber sweet;
Oh Anticlea's smiles, that shed
A tender luxury of light;

Oh fillet! blooming fresh to sight
On Dorothea's flower-twined head!
Love! not thy golden quiver hides,
In close reserve, the winged dart;
Each arrow through my vitals glides;
I feel, I feel them in my heart!

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