Sunday, January 30, 2011

Now is the time for the Perfect Vacation

or honeymoon!

The Landing is a gracious, historic property dating back to 1800. Located on Harbour Island, which lies a short distance off the northeast coast of Eleuthera, this boutique hotel overlooks the harbour in the heart of Dunmore Town, an easy five minute stroll to the powder fine, pink sand beach.

And just imagine the gorgeous shells!

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Ginnifer Goodwin to play mermaid on Spongebob

Seems like Spongebob is still going strong. Ginnifer Goodwin, from HBO's Big Love, will lend her voice to a teenage mermaid thief in the anthology episode "Legends of Bikini Bottom." The show will be made up of five parts, the first of which, "Trenchbillies," premiers tonight on Facebook at 8pm EST and stars Amy Sedaris as Ma Angler.  The other four stories, "Sponge-Cano", "The Main Drain", "The Monster Who Came to Bikini Bottom" and "Welcome to the Bikini Bottom Triangle" (guest starring Goodwin,) will premier Friday (Jan 28) at 8pm EST on Nick.
The entire epsode (not missing any bits) won't play till Saturday (Jan 29) at 10am EST on Nickelodeon.

These stories will supposedly unravel some underwater myths that have puzzled people for ages. Wonder about the Bikini Bottom Triangle? Best tune in!

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Another Mermaid Sighting for the Simpsons

I am fairly certain we've shown the cover to this comic before. Inside Ned Flanders gets a Hans Christian Anderson fairytale book and Lisa reads it to Rod and Tod (his kids.) The first tale that gets simpsonized is The Little Mermaid.




Gotta love Agnes Skinner as the sea witch!





It just figures she'd end up Beer Foam!

Tuesday, January 25, 2011


I finally finished the eclogues. I hope everyone enjoyed them! Now we'll be returning to our regularly scheduled mermaids sightings and miscellany at least for a bit. In February I am hoping to do some shell related posts for Feb (as it is supposedly the best month to gather shells in.) That is not to say that we will only have shell posts in Feb though. Lots of fun mermaid stuff coming up!

Monday, January 24, 2011

Eclogue XIV Alcon, Chalcis

Cete , a Nymph (conscious of beauty) strove
T' expose her charms, and ev'ry grace improve;
Now wanton div'd, now with an haughty air
In circling ringlets twist her flowing hair,
Chalcis and Alcon at a distance stood;
Their wistful eyes with sudden transport glow'd.
Too soon they fear'd to lose the pleasing sight,
And would the Nymph to longer stay invite.
Alternate songs the rival-youths compare,
And changing thus engage the listning fair.

ALCON. The Lamprey will admit the serpent's love, 
And nature do's th' unequal match approve,
But first she makes the spouse himself disarm,
And leave behind the poyson, that would harm:
But we court love with its attending ills;
A deadly draught the bitter potion fills.
Happy the Nymph, happy the Tritons were,
If those were innocent, and these sincere.

CHAL. The Dolphins are to meaner fish preferr'd,
And made the chief of all the finny herd.
They love promote, and the hid Nymph betray'd,
When Neptune sought in vain the fearful maid:
Tho' coy she fled, the Dolphins were as fleet,
And told the god, and show'd the close retreat.
So tell, ye fish, where Cete hides below,
And may the god yet greater gifts bestow.

ALCON. How can the Nymph be either true or kind,
Bred up with waves, and us'd to noisy wind?
Things here are cruel all; with mutual rage,
Devour each other, and for food engage.
On their own spawn the graceless Tunnies feed,
And joyous feast on the enliven'd seed.
So way ward beauty its own offspring hates,
And kills the passion, which it self creates.

CHAL. All are not cruel, but some harmless feed,
And eat the slime, or bite the swimming weed;
Nay there are those live by a constant kiss,
And to each other owe their life and bliss.
When fishers for the female Sepia wait,
If she be caught, they need no second bait,
The constant male will still the fair attend,
And mocks the net, and glories in his end.

ALC. When the mild spring, or smiling calms invite
The wanton fish in love, and gay delight
Are sporting seen, but soon are hid below,
When storms begin, and winds in anger blow.
But, Triton, there are some, who truly brave
Ev'n court the storms, and mock the rising wave.
So love is heighten'd by opposing frowns;
Scorn cannot heal, but may repeat the wounds.

CHAL. I hate the shore; for there the troubled deep
Rowls all its filth, and forms a noisom heap.
The dying Dolphins to the shore repair,
Nor would in death pollute the purer air.
Ev'n when a cooling breeze from airy fields
In summers heat a kind refreshment yields,
I choose to stay, where depthless waters flow,
And sport with fish above, or dive below.

ALCON. Ah! wretched seas, alway a verse to sleep;
Here rav'nous fish their constant watches keep:
With restless pain they cut the trackless way,
And seize the spoil, and feast upon the prey.
But tho' we wake, no hopes the toil repay,
In vain by night we sigh, or sing by day,
Nor may in tuneful song our passion tell,
The Nymphs despise the voice, and dread the louder shell.

CHAL. Art must be us'd, when force will not prevail.
Snares wily laid, and cunning, seldom fail.
I've seen the Crab, and how with sly deceit,
He patient will the opening Oyster wait:
Then with a stone prevents the closing shell,
And tears the ravish'd prey from its unguarded cell
Th'unhappy fish has all his sweets expos'd,
O'ercome by craft, and can no more be clos'd.

Cete well-pleas'd thus far the Tritons heard,
Then sunk beneath, and as she disappear'd,
On Chalcis smil'd, for Chalcis was preferr'd;
So well he lov'd, that the transported boy
Could scarce sustain the vast impetuous joy.
While luckless Alcon knit his angry brow;
His looks sad rage, and deep resentment show,
And quick he dives to weep unseen below.

Eclogue XIII Muraeana and Chromis

MUR. Who knows what heav'ns decree for man design'd,
Or what's the certain doom of human kind?
Who knows his former, or his future state,
And secrets teeming in the womb of fate?
Th' angelick orders sure look down, and smile,
While we still judge amiss, and still for nothing toil.
He finds his own defects, who thinks the most;
That reason makes us wretched, which we boast,
And men are alway prudent to their cost.
The earth-born mmortal, when he round him sees
The flow'ry pastures, and the budding trees,
Is fondly proud, admires his fancy'd home,
And thinks that all were made for him alone;
That heav'n to him (as Lord) this world entrusts,
And gives a sov'reign sway; that all things must
Obey his will, and gratify his lust.
While he forgets the ocean's watry mass,
Whose boundless depths the scanty earth surpass;
Where thousand different kinds of living forms
Lie hid in the abyss, and brave the distant storms.

CHRO. And thousands more as beautiful as these
(Unknown to us) may sport in distant seas.
Who then would vainly strive with curious pride
To find what Heav'n has to our search deny'd,
When ign'rant of our home we cannot guess
At half the store, and riches we possess?
Better would humbly we our selves contain
Within our reach, and not indulge our pain.
When once the soul shall quit this earthly case,
And fly unbodied in the endless space,
The essences of things shall all appear,
And naked forms (as in themselves they were)
Nature will then unlock her secret store:
The vail of sense shall hide her face no more.
Mean while enough we are allow'd to enjoy,
T' improve our reason, and our thoughts employ.
Loose not too much the reins to wild desire:
Shrimps may not grow to Crabs, nor Orks to Whales aspire.
We see enough to please our labouring minds,
How nature sports her self in antick kinds.
A thousand different forms we hourly view,
And thro' moist paths the flying shoals persue.
Who can with all his painful search declare
What curious art indents the branched star,
Or how in hardned shell by shining streams
It imitates the sun's diffusive beams.
The Shark with pointed teeth is arm'd for prey;

He breaks thro' all, and clears the liquid way;
While the fond Sucking-fish (a harmless breed)
With fastned lips supply their daily need,
And with a mouth unarm'd they clinging feed.
No lovesick Nymph's, or wanton Triton's kiss
Is half so lasting, or so close as his.
The Urchins are by nature fenc'd around;
None dares approach; for with a touch they wound,
Wrapt up within themselves they guarded lie,
And to their own embrace for safety fly.
In vain the fishers for the Glanis wait;
He leaves the hook, and takes the easy bait.
So Ino, when by love I would have won
Siezes my heart, but still secures her own.
Fish vainly curious will each year retire
To fresher streams, and novel floods admire,
Fools to exchange their waves, and native deep
For noisy brooks that o'er the pebbles creep.
They wisely are content, who don't esteem
A tastless river, or a shallow stream.
When fishers sing the Puffens to their boats
Unweening press to hear the ruder notes;
Tho' proudly they escape th'inviting bait,
In softer words they find a surer fate.
Who then will dare approach the Syrens tongue,
Or who untouch'd can hear Leucosia's song?
Tho' Chromis scape the fury of her eyes,
Her voice o'ertakes him, and in vain he flies.
The Sargus emblem of unbounded lust
Is alway false; and to his bride unjust,
And not content o'er all the sea to range,
And thus pollute himself with daily change,
Persues forbidden love, and fondly dotes
On earth-born kinds, and courts the feeding goats.
But the kind Mullets are a constant pair;
They (each) still fix to one, and seek no other fair.
The bearded Prawn's a lively instance made
Of mutual kindness, and of friendly aid.
He the gay Pearl attends with studious care,
And in the common prey commands a share.
The Pearl is dull, tho' gawdy in his shell,
(For wit but seldom will with beauty dwell)
But the sly Prawn can secret signs convey,
And with a touch forewarns to seize the prey,
While the deceitful Rays, and spangled sight
To certain death th' admiring throng invite
(Pleasures indulg'd repented are too late
And they like us to beauty owe their fate).

MUR. I see a Nymph, who in the liquid maze
Now sporting dives, and with a Dolphin plays,
On whom I could unweary'd ever gaze:
When she appears, I need no other theme
To make my daily care, or nightly dream.
That fair one has enough t'engross the whole,
To take up ev'ry thought, and fill the soul.
Ah! might these arms entwine that world of love,
In vain researches I'd no longer rove;
Thus pleas'd, I'd be content to know no more,
Or to forget ev'n what I knew before.
Happily ignorant I would despise
The curious learning of the vainly wise.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Eclogue XII Murex and Glaucus

MUR. Seest thou yon fleet, that slowly moves in state?
The sea has scarce a depth to bear the pressing weight.

GL. These ev'ry shore has seen; all climates know,
As far as lands extend, or waters flow.
Lacon* the chief, who guides the floating host,
As late I heard, when near the British coast,
Unseen I stood, while thus a fishing swain
Half-frozen said, and to his mate began.

1 Fish. Pity, ye gods, and thaw the rigid frost,
My hands are stiff, and all my feeling lost.
The moon with sharpen'd horns looks coldly bright,
And thus augments the chillness of the night.
Bright icy spangles gild the shining oar,
And snowy flakes have whit'ned all the shore.
How curst the fate! How hard the fisher's lot,
To toil for ever thus, and toil for nought?
Midst all the gloom, and horrors of the night,
When rambling elves, and shrieking ghosts affright,
On restless waters we are labouring tost,
To catch the falling ice, and hoary frost;
While the soft dames of the luxurious town
On yielding beds are laid, and ev'ry clown
When night draws near, unyokes the willing beast,
Then eats his fill; and thus by heav'n blest,
On smelling heaps of straw he takes unenvy'd rest.
Or else deceives a while the winter nights
With pleasing tales, and stories feign'd of sprites.
With waking care, when we at length have caught
The mighty prize, we so impatient sought;
The squeamish town rejects it all with scorn,
And empty we with fruitless pain return.
O! might I live content a shepherd swain,
And sit on grassy vales, and view the circling plain:
How blest were I, would me the gods allow
To goad the ox, and hold the bending plow,
Or on the rising ridge with equal hand
To strow the scatter'd seeds, and stock the furrow'd land.
GL. Thus he; But th'aged Sire, whose hoary head
Had seen more years, with calm experience said,

2 Fish. All their fortune is of all the worst;
Each man (himself a judge) is truly curst.
Thro' ign'rance we commend a life unknown,
And praise another's state, and grieve our own,
While he as much complains; is pin'd with care,
And gladly would exchange his envy'd share.
The gods on us a daily feast bestow,
For which no price we pay, no thanks we owe.
The Cod (delicious food!) Mullets and Soles,
And shining Mack'rell swim for us in shoals.

Such fare the wealthy citizen will prize,
Ev'n when they stink, (long kept) and we despise.
While on sow'r herbs the shepherds poorly feed,
Or sapless cheese, and crusts of mouldy bread;
Or if it chance a stragling lamb be drown'd,
With sighs he eats what he with sorrow found:
He grieves his loss, and ever is in pain
By snowy winters, or by summer's rain.
All do not love in clotting fields to sweat,
Where clayie fallows clog the labouring feet.
But who's not pleas'd to walk on easy sand,
While waving heaps are by the zephyrs fann'd,
And wanton gales, that whistle in the weeds,
From flowing grass disperse the riper seeds.
Who will not gather the deserted shells,
Or climb steep rocks, and search the hollow cells
For hidden eggs, while all the birds in vain
Fly sorrowing round, and with loud threats complain?
No earthy fumes, or noisy insect here
Disturb, or taint the unmolested air.
Venus protects the sea, from whence she came,
And love in water can preserve his flame.
The Nymph to leavy woods, and shady groves
The sea prefers; the sea the Triton loves;
Lacon the sea prefers to flow'ry meads,
And o'er unfathom'd depths the navy leads.
While he defends our isle from hostile fleets,
The fisher undisturb'd at leisure sits;
His nets secure fear nought but waves and wind,
Or boist'rous fish, who will not be confin'd.
Lacon will not despise the fisher's cott,
But pleasing looks, and often hails our boat.
If e'er he comes again, he has from me
The choicest spoils of all the rifled sea,
Buckhorn, and salted Cod, Sprats smoak'd and dry,
And Oysters, that unshell'd in pickle lie.

Gl. He said, and from him shook the falling ice,
When to him thus th'enliven'd youth replies.

1 Fish. Lacon!—The name has thaw'd my stagnate blood:
It springs thro' ev'ry vein; I feel the circling flood.
No midnight chills can harm, nor falling sleet;
Joy fills the soul, and spreads diffusive heat,
Tho' the bright moon, and ev'ry shining star
Encrease the cold, and whet the piercing air:
Who Lacon loves, him may the Nymphs attend,
And from the shelves, and rocks unseen defend.
Who Lacon hate (if there be such) may they
Dash'd in rough storms sink down to fish a grateful prey.
Would he permit, I'd leave my fishing oars,
And venture on the main to distant shores.
I am no stranger to the seas, and know
What 'tis to dance on waves, when winds too rudely blow.

2 Fish. Fond youth (returns the sire) wilt thou compare
These rotten boats to mighty ships of war?
Whose steddy bulks can stem the ocean-floods,
And with their masts o'er-lock the flitting clouds;
Wer't thou to climb that height, a strange surprize
Would loose thy hold, and turn thy swiming eyes.
Ambition suits not him, whose birth is mean;
The gods despise the proud, and love the humble swain.

GLA. He said, and ended thus th'alternate song:
I drove the fish, and the unthinking throng
Press to their boat, and fill the swelling net;
They joyous seize the prey, and all their pain forget.

* Sir John Leake was an English Admiral in the Royal Navy and a politician who sat in the House of Commons from 1708 to 1715. He was sent to the Mediterranean in 1704 and took part in the capture of Gibraltar.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Eclogue XI Eune

Eune a wanton Nymph, and Triton swain
Agreed a while to leave the boundless main;
And near the shore unseen they chose to kiss,
Where no sea-rival might disturb the bliss.

There, all that love could yield, the youth enjoy'd;
'Till with fierce joys, and eager transports cloy'd
She look'd, and sigh'd; his lips she gently prest;
Then murmuring fell, and slept upon his breast;
While pleasing dreams past scenes of love repeat,
And cooling breezes fan the summer's heat.
Thus as she lay entranc'd, the wanton air
Play'd on her mouth, and sported with her hair;
The boy less kind, thus as she sleeping lay,
Rose unperceiv'd, and stole unheard away.
(For men once satiate, when the rage is o'er,
Will curse that beauty, which they now adore.)
The ebbing tide had left the sandy plain,
When Eune wak'd, and look'd, but look'd in vain.
Sad thoughts, and black despair pierc'd thro' her soul,
With tears she saw the distant billows rowl.
She found her self forsaken, and alone,
The Triton absent, and the water gone.
Grievous she moan'd her fate, and weeping said,
Is thus my love, my easy love betray'd?
Such scorn we may expect, nay we deserve,
When wanton souls from steddy vertue swerve.
But ah! Inconstant Melvin, and ingrate,
When love was ceas'd, you might have shown your hate;
You might have kill'd me with those faithless hands,
Rather than leave me thus on parching sands.
Well may you follow the inconstant sea,
The waves are false, and you are false as they.
By both betray'd, with gnawing hunger pin'd,
I must unpity'd die, and—die for being kind.
Farewell, ye sister-Nymphs, believe no more,
Nor trust the youth, nor trust the hated shore.
Farewell ye distant waves; you I forgive,
Well might you fickle prove, and Eune leave,
When he, who lov'd so much, yet cou'd deceive.
Farewell ye sportive fish, and beauteous shells,
And shining dearls, that grow in rocky cells,
Whose polish'd orbs on twigs of coral strung
Around my neck the perjur'd Melvin hung.
Farewell, ye songs, that once were thought to please,
My voice shall calm no more the list'ning seas.
Unhappy fate of the soft yeilding maid!
Whoever loves, is sure to be betray'd.

Thus the despairing Nymph complain'd alone,
'Till faint with grief, and tir'd with piteous moan, 
When kinder sleep again with calm surprize
Sooth'd all her pain, and clos'd her willing eyes,
And now returning waves by slow degrees
Move on the beach, and stretch the widen'd seas.
Melvin approaches with the rising tide,
And in his arms enfolds his sleeping bride.
Eune a wake, with wonder view'd around;
The sea was near, and the lost lover found.
Ah! do I now, or did I dream before,
Cries the fond Nymph, when on the barren shore
Left by the sea, and you so long I mourn'd;
How were you gone, or whence are you return'd?
Vain dreams (reply'd the wily youth) deceive
Your wand'ring thoughts, and false impressions leave.
He said, and kist the Nymph; she kist again:
He prest her close, and she forgot her pain.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Eclogue X Meroe and Otys *

MER. Otys , begin—
Since he is gone, I'll fetch him to my arms
By sacred spells, and force of magick charms,
Search in the slime, you'll find the cramp-fish there,
That, chilling stops whatever swims too near:
You'll find the fish, that stays the labouring ship,
Tho' ruffling winds drive o'er the noisy deep:
So Phorbas, while from me he perjur'd flies,
Is struck benumb'd, and fix'd with strange surprize.
Look down auspicious moon; too well you know
What love will force, and potent charms can do.
Take here, and drain the sepia's inky juice,
Sprinkle the Sea, and say, I thus infuse
Sad gloomy thoughts into the perjur'd swain,
'Till he relenting sigh, and turn to love again.

Look down auspicious moon; too well you know
What love will force, and potent charms can do.
Wreath three times thrice three reeds, and sev'n times round
The chaplets wave (strange vertues have been found.
In numbers hid; and energy divine,
In figur'd spells, and the mysterious trine.)
Look down auspicious moon; too well you know
What love will force, and potent charms can do.
Take here the rav'nous dog, and wound him thro'.
Then cry aloud, phorbas, I strike for you;
So may his soul be pierc'd with fretting pain,
'Till he relenting sigh, and turn to love again.
Look down auspicious moon; too well you know
What love will force, and potent charms can do.
Go fetch dry weeds; They lie on yonder isle;
Then raise in corner'd squares the artful pile,
And force the kindled heap with flaming oyl:
So may his tortur'd soul in anguish mourn,
And as the pile, so may the Triton burn.
Look down auspicious moon; too well you know
What love will force, and potent charms can do.
I hear the hollowing elves, and midnight shriek
Of wandring ghosts, who now unbodied seek
Their lost abodes, and restless ever roam;
Affright, ye elves, and bring my Phorbas home.
Look down auspicious moon; too well you know
What love will force, and potent charms can do.
While now the flames consume the sacred heap,
Sing Otys; Try to lull my soul asleep;
Delightful sounds, when form'd by studious art
Will kind relief a while, and slumbring ease impart;
They quell sad thoughts, and raise from black despair
The troubled mind, and still the voice of care.

OTYS. Love once assay'd to swim; in wanton play
He labouring strove to cut the liquid way:
He prest the waters with extended arms,
And as he mov'd, display'd a thousand charms.
When tir'd with sport, he would at length have flown,
His wings were clog'd with wet, and useless grown,
Flutt'ring he strove, but moisture prest him down.
The god of love is now to seas confin'd,
No Triton must be proud, or Nymph unkind.

MER. Cease, Otys; see, the flame already dies,
Choak'd with dark smoaky fumes, that circling rise.
Moisture imbib'd preserves the reeking heap:
Sad Sign!—
Nor will he burn, nor shall I cease to weep.
In vain we strive: No artful spell can move,
No charm will force unwilling souls to love.

*LOL. When I read Meroe and Otys I think Milo and Otis!

Eclogue IX Palaemon and Hippias

PAL. The hollow winds blow hoarsly; as they fly
They seem to plain, and ev'ry puff's a sigh.
Tears follow sighs, and now the rainy floods
In mournful streams descend from melting clouds.

HIP. Too well I know, tears are provok'd by sighs;
Grief swells the heaving breast; then upward flies,
And bursting vents it self thro' weeping eyes.
When Myra frowns, I sudden show'rs divine,
The clouds are hers, but all the drops are mine.

PAL. See'st thou yon beauteous arch, that now adorns
And gilds the watry clouds, whose bending horns
Suck up th'admiring sea? How bright a show?
What lively colours paint the shining bow?
But ah! how soon its waning glories fail,
While envious mists, and dusky shades prevail?
Such beauty is, so flux, so quickly gone;
Myra will soon be scorn'd, and hardly known;
When with wan lips her eyes look faint, and dead,
And all the Cupids of her cheeks are fled.

HIP. No kind amusement can my thoughts remove:
My soul is fix'd, and all the theme is love.
Her rising cheeks set round with flowing hair
Like the bright moon in dewy nights appear,
When circling halo's guard her from the sight
Of meaner stars, and shine with borrow'd light.
Her lips, that dear, soft, pouting juicy pair
(Whose breathings sweet as eastern breezes are)
Invite to love, and yet deny the bliss,
Kisses invite, but they refuse to kiss.

PAL. Ungrateful love born of a beauteous face,
It's parent rudely kills, spoils ev'ry grace,
And sullies youthful bloom with a too kind embrace.
When once the Nymph yields up her envy'd charms
All to be rifled in the Triton's arms,
She grows unweildy, and her cheeks look pale;
So flow'rs by handling fade, so all their colours fail.

HIP. Since beauty fades, why should the Nymph be coy?
Snatch then with eager hast the fleeting joy.
In spite of wrinkled age, and eating time
Still shall I know that beauty once was mine.
When action's past, I'll on reflection live,
And the remembrance shall the bliss revive;
Such, luscious food will ever leave a tast.
Fate cannot reach the pleasure that is past.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Eclogue VIII Proteus


Proteus had sent his scaly herd to feed,
And slumber'd on a bed of slimy weed;
Ino and Cete thither chanc'd to stray,
They saw, and seiz'd him as he sleeping lay:
Anxious for flight, now flashing flame he seems,
Now softly glides away in melting streams.
But they fast held him, till he smiling said;
With Songs, nay more than songs you shall be paid.
He then began—
To sing of truths unknown, unheard before,

While all the sea was still, and winds were heard no more.
He sung the world's first birth, and wondrous frame,
How bodies all from one great fluid came.
Of different parts compos'd, a liquid mass
Incessant mov'd in the unbounded space:
(The essence of a fluid is confest
To move, and to be solid is to rest)
And as they flow, all fluids ever bend
To fly around, and to a circle tend;
Thus a true chaos did at first arise
From moving globules of a different size;
But finer atoms were more free to move,
And with the sluggish parts too active strove
Till they had prest them down from those above:
'Twas then th'unsullied light did first appear,
And the bright Æther shone unmixt with grosser air.
At length by tedious time, and slow degrees
Was form'd the center of unfathom'd seas,
Made of large globules, which th'aerial sphere
By motion thrust from it, and settled here;
Then first the ocean knew his constant place,
And th'azure deep unvail'd his smiling face.
'Tis motion makes (when different bodies meet)
What gravity we call, and pressing weight,
While restless fluids ever drive below
Bodies more solid, or—that move too slow.
Long rowl'd the sea, before the earth appear'd,
No pastures yet were seen, no bleating flocks were heard,
'Till th' ocean's constant motion closer prest
An earthy scum, which gathering still encreast;
But here th'intrinsick fluids still remain,
And hardest mettle will its flux regain.
Whene'er dissolv'd the parts their freedom know,
And with new joy again they love to flow.

He sung, how heav'n displeas'd with earthy man,
Disturb'd the seas; how all the mass began
To move enrag'd; The motion thus encreast,
The sinking earth down to the center prest;
Such was the antient deluge, when the flood
Pour'd o'er the plains, and on the mountains stood;
While earth-born mortals too absurdly teach
That solid bodies to the center reach.
E'er land was seen, the ocean had its birth,
And now th'abyss supports the shallow crust of earth.

Thus Proteus sung, and sung—yet more divine,
How souls unbody'd act, and how incline;
That knowledge now is at the best no more,
But a research of what we knew before.
The soul as yet to no dull body joyn'd,
Sees all idea's in th'eternal mind;
The native beams are sullied and obscur'd,
And quench'd at once, in grosser clay immur'd,  
'Till rouz'd at length by thought, and studious care,
Like latent sparks with sudden light they glare.
Gladly the conscious mind the hint pursues,
And rising images with wonder views;
Now finds she long before existence had,
And that those truths were rather found than made.
Thus science grafted do's on ignorance grow;
Men lose to find, and turn unwise to know.
Folly their fancy'd knowledge do's create;
The greatest hardship this of human fate,
With pain they learn, what they with ease forgat.

The god thus ended his mysterious lay,
When ruddy to the waves, sunk the declining day.

Eclogue VII Sturio, Hippias, and Myra

STUR. The waves are still, and the unclouded day
Smiles on the murm'ring sea with joyous light.
Begin the song, while wanton dolphins play,
And the bright sun, and pleasing calms invite.

HIP. Happy the youth, whom beauteous Myra loves,
No Nymph so nimbly swims, so graceful moves.
When to soft words she tunes her artful tongue,
The winds themselves will listen to her song.

STUR. Anthis I saw, and to my envy'd eyes
The circling blood with conscious ardour flies.
When Anthis smiles joy fills the swelling veins,
Nor winter-calms, nor summer's gentle rains
Are half so grateful to the fishing swains.
Her rising breasts are white as polish'd shells,
And in each part a different beauty dwells.

HIP. When Myra frowns, tho' all the sky was fair,
The clouds return, and thick the moistned air;
The smiling heav'n, when e'er she looks serene,
Puts on its azure, and the sea its green.

STUR. When first a glance from Galatea's eyes
Pierc'd thro' my heart, and did my soul surprize,
Amaz'd I fell—
Beauty it self too powerful will affright;
No lightning moves so swift, or shines so bright.
HIP. The cramp-fish touch'd benumbs with sudden pain,
And shivering horrour strikes thro' ev'ry vein.
But by one distant look from her I lov'd
My blood grew stagnate, and I stood unmov'd.

STUR. We curse the dog, and loath the shapeless bat
(As sad forerunners of unlucky fate)
These, we deform'd, and frightful monsters call,
But they (each in their kind) are beauteous all;
Fondly we love, and without reason hate,
And worship Idols, which our selves create.

HIP. Beauty's a shining spark of heav'nly fire,
That kindles in the soul immense desire;
It draws with pleasing force the willing mind;
Beauty divine like this we seldom find:
Few things are truly fair, tho' perfect in their kind.

STUR. Who Myra loves, when Clytie* appears,
Course tastless thornback to the sole prefers.
I her pale cheeks, and languid looks despise;
Well may she kill; for death is in her Eyes.

HIP. I hate the full-cheek'd blowze, and flushing maid,
Whose angry red makes ev'ry youth afraid:
Such flaming Nymphs want ev'ry real grace,
They cool our passion, while they burn our face.

STUR. Envy is pale, and pale is sad despair.
Can Myra then be pale, and yet be fair?
The water-lillies are a faintish sweet.
I know an island grove, where Nereids meet;
There blushing beds of beauteous roses grow,
From whom diffusive smells in fragrant circles flow.

HIP. Would Myra yield to love, would she comply,
Her cheeks would colour with a fresher die.
But tho' ev'n now she wants no graceful charm,
Her voice kills farther than her eyes can harm.
Nereus himself above the Waves appear'd,
She sung—and he with secret pleasure heard,
And list'ning smil'd, and stroak'd his hoary beard.
While Doris stood afar, and jealous grew,
With watchful eyes she look'd, and fear'd what might ensue.

STUR. So have I heard one praise the chattering pie,
And swear the coots with artful musick cry:
But hark—ev'n now I hear some distant Song.

HIP. 'Tis Myra's voice; I know her warbling tongue.
Move, Sturio, softly on; then sudden rise,
And in her wanton song the easy Nymph surprize.

* Clytie was a Nymph who fell in love with Apollo. Her love was unfortunately unrequited and so she sat depressed on rocks at the edge of the sea, staring at the sun. After nine days the gods took pity on her and turned her into a Heliotrope.

Ariel paper doll

One of my favorite things to collect (other than shells, mermaids and disney collectibles) are paper dolls! So I've scanned a lovely Ariel paper doll for you guys to check out!


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Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Eclogue VI Lycon, Anthis and Cete

LYC. Anthis and Cete comb'd their flowing hair,
And tun'd to pleasing sounds the trembling air,
While hoary Phorcys sat on floating weed,
And slowly drove th'unwilling herd to feed.
Attend, ye fish, and all around me throng,
While I repeat the Nymph's alternate song.

ANT. Think, how to day a gentle western breeze
With pleasing gales danc'd on the circling seas,
It swept the calmer surface of the main,
And smooth'd the waters to a smiling plain;
But now diffusive sweets from spicy hills
Are born on eastern winds, and waft their blended smells.
The dolphins lash the waves with bending tails,
And ev'ry ship with speedy current sails.
Since nothing here we fix'd or constant find,
Why should the Nereid boast a settled mind?

The restless fish who left the open sea,
And swam to every creek, and winding bay,
To th' ocean now in shoals return again,
While empty nets deceive the fishing swain.
Now shortning days are griev'd by northern isles,
While from encreasing cold, and snowy wilds
The starving birds in numerous flocks repair
To happier climates, and to warmer air.

Since nothing here we fix'd or constant find,
Why should the Nereid boast a settled mind?

Tho' late the tides have threatned all the coast,
Now, since the waning moon her strength has lost,
They own their weakness, and are heard no more,
But creeping hardly cover half the shore:
When she directs, the swelling floods encrease,
And sounding waters raise the troubled seas;
But when she horned frowns, the tumults cease,
The waves are still, and hush'd in sullen peace.

Since nothing here we fix'd or constant find,
Why should the Nereid boast a settled mind?

The conscious fish the heav'nly motions feel,
And thus confin'd within his native shell,
All dry and lean the mournful oister lies,
(And Fishers then the tastless prey despise)
But when the moon looks down all over bright,
They juicy grow, nourish'd with heav'nly light.

Since nothing here we fix'd or constant find,
Why should the Nereid boast a settled mind?

Calthinoe lov'd a Triton-youth, and swore
Her heart (thus fix'd by him) should rove no more
But when repeated loves began to cloy,
The wiser Nymph embrac'd a kinder boy.

LYC. Thus Anthis sung, and Cete thus reply'd,
While angry winds oppos'd the rising tide.

CETE. Resistless charms are in a lovely face,
But spotless vertue has a nobler grace.
Alcon did never yet inconstant rove,
Or break repeated vows, or change his love.
Careful he shuns the streights, and narrow Seas,
Where altering scenes the fickle Mer-man please.
For all is restless, and unsettled there;
The waves, and winds alike inconstant are.
But the unfathom'd deep is still the same,
And alway smiling with an easy calm.
The waters here a constant peace maintain,
And in soft murmurs lovingly complain.  
The winds themselves are not uncertain here,
But their fixt seasons know, each circling year.
From th' east the summer trade-winds never fail
To sweep the ocean with a fresher gale.
Such is his love; no change it undergoes,
By reason fix'd, and no repentance knows.

LYC. Thus said the Nymph; and now the day retires,
While sparkling waves appear like kindled fires.
The distant rocks shine with deceitful light,
And thus encrease the terrors of the night.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Eclogue V Mergus and Lycon

MER. Lycon begin - begin the mournful tale;
You know what 'tis to love and not prevail:
Bescribe Pasinthas in his daily moan,
How much he love'd, and how he was undone.

LYC. Ungrateful Ioessa, vainly coy,
And proud of youthful charms despis'd the boy;
Has left the calmer Sea's pacifick Arms,
Where constant heat the smiling ocean warms.
To shun the youth: (such is the pow'r of hate)
Some windy bay is now her lone retreat.
In vain Pasinthas sought in ev'ry cave,
In ev'ry creek, and mark'd each rising wave;
To ev'ry isle he rov'd with wild despair,
And ask'd, if Ioessa had been there.
In vain he has the fruitless search pursu'd,
For she is gone, and will no more be woo'd.
Pierc'd with the killing thought the lover sighs,
And stills the rising storms with louder cries:
While thus he sadly plains; in mournful rounds,
The air thro' hollow rocks repeats the distant sounds,
Each winding cavern tells the fruitless care,
And ev'ry rock upbraids the absent fair;
By the sad echo's which it still returns,
It seems to pity, when the Triton mourns:
But the coy Nympth, deaf to the Mer-man's cry,
Is still unmov'd, and makes no kind reply.
While thus Pasinthas plain'd, the dolphins came,
And wept to hear his moan; the Nereids swam
In beauteous crowds around, and thus they said;
Weep not, fond Triton, for a peevish maid,
Tho' she is gone let not the youth despair,
For there are kinder Nymphs, and Nymphs as fair.

But, Mergus, love is deaf as well as blind.
The best advice is thought the most unkind.
Restless he goes from the fair pitying throng
To a dark cave, where sea-cows lay their young.
A silent grot sad as his thoughts he found,
Where frightful gloom, and horrors sate around.
There on its slimy bottom careless laid,
He sigh'd and wept; he sigh'd, and then he said:
Have I then lov'd to be repaid with scorn;
Ye gods! 'tis hard, too cruel to be born.
What?—Have I poyson'd too the hated sea,
That Ioessa leaves her home for me?
Had you but told; had you your hatred shown,
I would have lov'd unpity'd, and unknown;
By my own flight I had prevented yours,
And, banish'd hence, retir'd to distant shores,
Where rigid lasting cold, and northern blasts
O'er whiten'd lands a pearly shining cast;
Where icy flakes like floating isles appear,
And fiercely meet; the noise you'll dread to hear,
Nor can your tender limbs the piercing climate bear.
Muscles in shoals on mighty whales attend,
Who feed the worthless fish, and court the puny friend:
Fierce sharks by gentle usage are reclaim'd,
But female pride is savage, and untam'd.
Go then, ingrate, whom love could never please,
To boist'rous channels, and to foreign seas,
Where rocks like you unmov'd with careless pride
Repulse the waves, and check the rising tide.
Thus the unhappy youth was heard to moan;
The winds to sigh, the hollow seem'd to groan,
And dropping tears fell from the weeping stone.

MER. Thy song's more grateful than a summer's breeze,
Whose cooling breath, and gentle fannings please,
And move in wanton rings the listning seas.

Not half so sweet, when first the morning dawns,
Are juicy Oysters, or the luscious Prawns.
But now the sun is dipt in cooling streams;
The twilight is no more; no doubtful gleams
Of weaker light the flitting shades divide,
But they unmixt prevail, and every object hide.
The sea is heard with deeper sound to roar,
And slumbring waters may be said to snore.
Each Nymph is stretching on her oozy bed,
And scarce a fish pops up his sleepy head;
Those who were clung to rocks, the shelly heap
Drop from their hold, and fall into the deep.
Nature her self is still, her labours cease,
And all lies wrapt in silence, and unactive ease.

Friday, January 7, 2011

Eclogue IV Muraeana and Palaemon

MUR. From this high cliff is an unusual view,
And here our eyes uncommon scenes persue.
I see the verdure of yon distant plains,
Where bleating flocks are fed by tuneful swains.
But ah! How wretched are those earth-born slaves,
Compar'd with us, who cut thro' shining waves!
They are expos'd to cold, expos'd to heat,
In different seasons mourn a different fate;
Uneasy still the wretched Caitiff moves
To breezy mountains, or to shelt'ring groves.
While we no cloathing need, no change of rules,
The sea in winter warms, in summer cools.
I've sen the labouring plowman's daily toil
For a new crop to fit the stubborn soil,
While heav'n supplies our wants without our sweat,
We ne'er are hungry, but we have to eat,
Why should we thus by partial heaven be blest;
While neither grief, nor doubt, not toil opprest;
While those on earth of happiness despair,
In pain, and anguish die, and live in care?

PAL. I've heard (for thus the wise Melampus* said)
Two different kinds of men by heav'n were made,
The one to swim, and sport in briny seas,
Th' other to range on earth, or sit at ease,
Under the covert of the shadowing trees.
To each a guardian spirit was assign'd
to guide their passions, and inform their mind;
But he on earth, ingrate! Would wildly rove,
Despis'd his maker, and abus'd his love.
Enraged at this the guardian daemon flew,
And bid him his own blinded will persue;
Thus earthy men deserted buy their guide
Can't rule their giddy thoughts, not stem the coming tide;
But still are doom'd slaves to their darling lust,
Are all deceitful, cruel, and unjust; 
Restless desires their wearied soul distract,
They know not what they are, nor - why they act.
While we content with what the gods approve, 
Do nought but ever sing, and - ever love.

MUR. But see - 
The tide swells on the shore, and forwards creeps, 
And with new slime besmears the sandy heaps.
What makes this constant flux, I've often thought
The cause is wond'rous, and in vain I sought.

PAL.  The cause is wond'rous plain; the wise will prove
The nature of a fluid is to move:
In every liquid there's a constant rowl;
An eddy, tho' unseen, disturbs the whole.
The gliding parts with secret motion flow;
Were they at rest, they would to hardness grow.
As washings left in rocks, buy winter's frost
Are fixt to solid ice, and all the motion's lost.

MUR. Happy are those who know the secret cause
Of strange effects, and nature's hidden laws.
But leave the rocks; for rising fogs appear,
And cold land-breezes chill the troubled air.

*Melampus was a seer that was featured in various myths.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Eclogue III Phorbus, Drymon and Melanthus

PH. I see a distant fleet whose tow'ring masts
Seem a thick grove disrob'd by winter-blasts:
Bold was the man who fell'd the heavy trees
On floating wood to dare th' uncertain seas.

DR. 'Twas avarice that push'd those wretches on
To seek for distant isles, and lands unknown;
While sea-born swains desire no foreign oar,
Content with sea, and careless of the shore.
Glaucus, a Mer-man now, (but not by birth)
Has told the customs of those sons of earth:
Tho' they have all that's good, and truly rare,
Yet (envious) think their own too mean a share:
For foreign toys they roam to ev'ry shore,
And bring diseases home unknown before.
By commerce thus humours and fashions blend,
And what they scorn'd before they now commend.
Nothing has any worth that's fixt or true,
But things their value raise by being new.
Hence endless wars engage the earth-born slave:
This whets their rage, and ever makes 'em brave.
I late unseen saw from a distant rock
Two vast machines engage in clouds of smoke;
The winds were high, and ruffled all the main:
But when the fight with louder noise began,
And bellowing iron-tubes their sulphur fir'd,
The gods afraid with drooping wings retir'd;
Boreas* himself was hush'd in trembling air;
The sea grew calm, and all the sky was fair.
Oft have I punish'd that ambitious wight
Who thus entrenches on the mer-man's right:
Who born on earth, yet leaves his native glades;
And to his own prefers the watry meads;
Oft have I strove to burst the yeilding planks,
And force the leaky ship on sandy banks:
But see, Melanthus comes, who, blith and gay,
Like a porpoise frisks in wanton play.
What happy chance has pleas'd the smiling boy?
The Nymph he loves is sure no longer coy.

MEL.  Ye gods! Would proud Parthenoe now appear,
With fiercest rage I'd sieze the trembling fair;
Neither her anger nor her tears should move,
My blood's on fire, and I am full of love.
My head's so wond'rous light, I scarcely find
Whether I move on waves or dance on wind.

DR. So alter'd Triton! Whence proceeds this change,
So unexpected, sudden, and so strange?
A settled meloncholy gloom, but now
Seem'd, like a storm, to hang upon your brow;
Disconsolate you look, and nought could please,
No herb was found to cure the fond disease.

MEL. If I can use my tongue, I'll tell thee, love,
What does my soul to sudden transports move:
Meeting the scatter'd ruins of a wreck,
As shiver'd masts, planks, and a broken deck,
Amidst the rest a floating cask I found
Stopt up with artful care, and strongly bound,
Curious to know what was within contain'd,
With cautious fear I search'd; my fingers stain'd
Came forth all moisten'd with a juicy red;
But oh! The gods ne'er on such nectar fed.
Pleas'd with the heav'nly tast, and spicy smell,
I quaff'd full bowls in a capacious shell.
Ye gods! If earthly men thus live, and drink,
Give me the land, the seas's a worthless sink.
The precious draughts my fainting spirits cheer;
I thus inspir'd no mortal Mer-man fear.
I rule the boundless seas, and now I reign
Sole lord, and might monarch of the main.
This oil has so inflam'd my secret fire,
I burn impatient with the fierce desire.
No Nymph, or old, or ugly, now I scorn;
Ev'n blear-ey'd Opis now wou'd serve the turn.
Parthenoe hates, nor do I greatly care;
For now the Nymph that's kind, is only fair.

PH. Melanthus raves; what magick spell is this,
Which feeds the happy youth with fancy'd bliss?
I long to taste the juice that thus inspires
Fond hopes, self-pleasing loves, and gay desires.

* Boreas was the god of the North wind.
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