So charms me, nor the flowers that tempt the bee,
As those sweet Sisters. He, on whom they fling
One gracious glance, is proof to Circè's blandishing.
IDYLL X.
The Two Workmen.
MILO. BATTUS.
What now, poor o'erworked drudge, is on thy mind?
So charms me, nor the flowers that tempt the bee,
As those sweet Sisters. He, on whom they fling
One gracious glance, is proof to Circè's blandishing.
The Two Workmen.
MILO. BATTUS.
What now, poor o'erworked drudge, is on thy mind?