Unbearing branches from their head, And grafts more happy in their stead : Or, climbing to a hilly steep, He views his herds in vales afar, Or mead for cooling drink prepares, Or in the now-declining year, When bounteous Autumn rears his head, He joys to pull the ripen'd pear, And clustering grapes with purple spread. The fairest of his fruit he ferves, Whofe care the fences guards. Or on the matted grafs, he lies; With gentle flumber crowns his eyes. Maintains the concert of the fong; And hidden birds with native lays The golden fleep prolong. But, when the blast of winter blows, And hoary froft inverts the year, Into the naked woods he goes, And feeks the tufty boar to rear, With well-mouth'd hounds and pointed spear! Or fpreads his fubtle nets from fight With twinkling glaffes, to betray The larks that in the mehes light, Or makes the fearful hare his prey. No anxious care invades his health, Will fire for winter-nights provide, And then produce her dairy ftore, And unbought dainties of the poor; Not oyfters of the Lucrine lake My fober appetite would wish, Nor turbot, or the foreign fish That rolling tempests overtake, And hither waft the coftly dish. Not heathpout, or the rarer bird, Which Phafis or Ionia yields, More More pleafing morfels would afford Than the fat olives of my fields; Than fhards or mallows for the pot, That keep the loofen'd body found, To the juft guardian of my ground. That fit around his chearful hearth, And bodies spent in toil renew With wholesome food and country mirth. This Morecraft faid within himself, And live retir'd upon his own, He call'd his money in ; But the prevailing love of pelf, He put CON Ceyx and Alcyone facus transformed into a Cormorant The Twelfth Book of Ovid's Metamorphofes The Speeches of Ajax and Ulyffes 37 TRANSLATIONS from HOMER. TRANSLATIONS from THEOCRITUS. TRANSLATIONS from HORACE. END OF VOL. IV. |