Or which wild wastes from human eyes seclude.
LVII.
These by their Genii now in modest guise,
Excus’d from pleading ’midst the mingled throng.
Claim’d but the tribute all allow’d their prize,
Nor sought their own just praises to prolong.
LVIII.
Yet, these once seen, abash’d their rivals stand;
And would have fled, but Flora this deny’d;
Who, rising graceful, with her out-stretch’d hand,