With mouth-piece aptly fitted: and with worse
Than deadly hate and indignation warm'd,
Hermobius and Pherecles lash'd in verse.
VI.
Antimachus, for beauteous Lyda's love,
Hied him to rich Pactolus' golden tide:
But, well-a-day! his bliss stern Fate unwove;
Short was her doom,—in Pergamus she died,—
And in her grave was laid in prime of age.
He, full of lamentation, journey'd on