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Book 8. And mounting upward, as he wings his Flight, Back on his Charge he turns his aking Sight; As Parent Birds, when first their callow Care Leave the high Nest to tempt the liquid Air. Then chears him on, and oft, with fatal Art, Reminds the Stripling to perform his Part. These, as the Angler at the silent Brook, Or Mountain-Shepherd leaning on his Crook, Or gaping Plowman from the Vale descries, They stare, and view 'em with religious Eyes, And strait conclude 'em Gods; since none, but they, Thro' their own azure Skies cou'd find a Way. Now Delos, Paros on the Left are seen, And Samos, favour'd by Jove's haughty Queen; Upon the Right, the Isle Lebynthos nam'd, And fair Calymnè for its Honey fam'd. When now the Boy, whose childish Thoughts aspire To loftier Aims, and make him ramble high'r, Grown wild, and wanton, more embolden'd flies Far from his Guide, and soars among the Skies. The soft'ning Wax, that felt a nearer Sun, Dissolv'd apace, and soon began to run. The Youth in vain his melting Pinions shakes, His Feathers gone, no longer Air he takes: Oh! Father, Father, as he strove to cry, Down to the Sea he tumbled from on high, And found his Fate; yet still subsists by Fame, Among those Waters that retain his Name. The Father, now no more a Father, cries, Ho Icarus! where are you? as he flies; Where shall I seek my Boy? he cries again, And saw his Feathers scatter'd on the Main. Then curs'd his Art; and fun'ral Rites confer'd, Naming the Country from the Youth interr'd. A Partridge, from a neighb'ring Stump, beheld The Sire his monumental Marble build; Who,