Betwixt two rows of rocks a sylvan scene Appears above, and groves for ever green: A grot is form’d beneath, with mossy seats, To rest the Nereids, and exclude the heats.
There, while I went to crop the sylvan scenes, And shade our altar with their leafy greens, I pull’d a plant— with horror I relate A prodigy so strange and full of fate.
High on a sylvan throne the leader sate; A num’rous train attend in solemn state.
When next the Sun his rising light displays, And gilds the world below with purple rays, The queen, Aeneas, and the Tyrian court Shall to the shady woods, for sylvan game, resort.
Amata’s breast the Fury thus invades, And fires with rage, amid the sylvan shades; Then, when she found her venom spread so far, The royal house embroil’d in civil war, Rais’d on her dusky wings, she cleaves the skies, And seeks the palace where young Turnus lies.
The Tuscan matrons with each other vied, To bless their rival sons with such a bride; But she disdains their love, to share with me The sylvan shades and vow’d virginity.
As flames among the lofty woods are thrown On diff’rent sides, and both by winds are blown; The laurels crackle in the sputt’ring fire; The frighted sylvans from their shades retire: Or as two neighb’ring torrents fall from high; Rapid they run; the foamy waters fry; They roll to sea with unresisted force, And down the rocks precipitate their course: Not with less rage the rival heroes take Their diff’rent ways, nor less destruction make.
Then thus the founder of the Roman tow’rs: "These woods were first the seat of sylvan pow’rs, Of Nymphs and Fauns, and salvage men, who took Their birth from trunks of trees and stubborn oak.
If e’er my pious father, for my sake, Did grateful off’rings on thy altars make, Or I increas’d them with my sylvan toils, And hung thy holy roofs with savage spoils, Give me to scatter these."
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The darkness of natural as well as of sylvan dusk gathered over me.
Charlotte Bronte -- Jane Eyre
Laugh at woe and laugh at foe, Menoa’s scion now is safe this night! A forest child we lost to strife; A sylvan daughter caught by life!