CXVII ἁνὴρ γὰρ οὐ στενακτός Te semel o iterumque sinant meminisse dolores risit in interitu quem mors semel abstulit: at tu nonne peragrasti sola Acheruntis aquas? sola doles: illi datur intemerata voluptas, ille incorruptis gaudet imaginibus. illi, si qua inhonesta homines, si qua impia norint, ferre, dolere, mori, nil nisi nomen erant. his puerum lucis hora opportuna canendo foverat; urget hiemps: ut venit, ille fugit. CXVIII MEDEA A. S. W. Ast inter medios tremulum Medea per aequor litora prospectans, animo permulta volutat, muta tuens; mox quae secum pretiosa ferebat scrutatur cistamque capit qua plurimus intus annulus ac torques; detractamque inde coronam siccis pallentem foliis capiti indere pergit. iamque ubi flaventi paullum distabat harena, stans celsa in puppi, qui vos, ait, acria quondam pectora, torpor habet? quidve has spectatis ad oras suffusi lacrimis oculos lentisque lacertis, et trepidat magno turbatum pectus amore? at procul iste animis abeat furor; excitat ignem perpetuum hic Circe, superum de sanguine monstrum, Circe feminei generis doctissima, prudens fingere delicias, quas siquis senserit amens appetere incassum nunquam desistet, at illum labentes domitis hebetabunt sensibus anni inclusum forma deformi et pelle ferina. CXIX Then what charm company When winds without make moan, I love my own fireside Then oft I turn the page Or if grave study suit Till fancy in a dream Confront their souls with mine, While pleasure yet can be From my philosophy; Which, when I come to try R. Bridges. CXIX DISSOLVE FRIGUS, LIGNA SUPER FOCO Quantum hospitalis mensa iuvet viros, turba frequens ciet ore Musam. ante Larem proprium sedere. versare chartas tum iuvat Angliae magnum sonantes nomen, et inclitam laudem renarrantes in aevum, Graecia cui spoliata cedit. est cum Terenti fabula non semel doctrina, si vis provocat ingeni CXX FROM THE SONG OF THE LAUREL' (1) Under Olympus, divinity-haunted, Lies a rich valley, Apollo, of thine; Lowland and upland, with grey olive planted, Lovely in spring, but in summer divine. Deep in its heart, where the gorges are narrow, Moist with the foam-dew afloat from the glen, Silver Peneius, a white water arrow, Enters in thunder and issues again. Hither at morn, when the mountain in shadow Never of late, since Impiety smote us, Voices as sweet by our rivers are heard. Couched in mid cover, the singer Apollo, God of the forest and king of the bow, Watching his deer as they drank in the hollow, Marked the divine apparition below. Glowing immortal had seldom beholden And in the prime of the age that was golden, CXX AUREA PRIMA SATA EST AETAS (1) Sanctus ubi, divom sedes, exsurgit Olympus, numine Phoebeo vallis opima iacet: sunt iuga; sunt latebrae, pallens ubi frondet oliva; it Venus, it talos cytiso contecta Voluptas; quem silvae dominum, quem sua tela vocant. dumque notat cervos ima sub valle bibentes, cernit flumineas obstipuitque deas. pectora cum nivibus certant, cum sole capilli, qualia vix Phoebi noverat ante furor: et nova dum tellus, atque aurea saecla vigebant, Naiadum poterat vincere forma deos. |