The pilot of the Galilean lake, Two maffy keys he bore of metals twain, (The golden opes, the iron fhuts amain) 110 He shook his miter'd locks, and stern befpake, 115 [hold Creep, and intrude, and climb into the fold? 125 130 Befides what the grim wolf with privy paw M 2 135 Throw Throw hither all your quaint enamel'd eyes, That on the green turf fuck the honied showers, 140 The musk-rofe, and the well-attir'd woodbine, 145 And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, 150 To ftrow the laureat herse where Lycid lies. For fo to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise. Ay me! Whilft thee the fhores, and founding feas Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, 155 160 Weep no more, woful Shepherds, weep no more, 165 For Lycidas your forrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor; So finks the day-star in the ocean bed, And And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore 170 Flames in the forehead of the morning sky: So Lycidas funk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of him that walk'd the waves, Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, 175 And hears the unexpreffive nuptial fong, In folemn troops and sweet societies, That fing, and finging in their glory move, 180 185 Thus fang the uncouth swain to th' oaks and rills, While the still morn went out with fandals gray, He touch'd the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay: And now the fun had stretch'd out all the hills, And now was dropt into the western bay; At laft he rofe, and twitch'd his mantle blue: To-morrow to fresh woods, and pastures new. 190 XVIII. The Fifth ODE* of HORACE, Lib. I. "Quis multa gracilis te puer in rofa," Rendered almoft word for word without rhyme, according to the Latin measure, as near as the language will permit. W HAT flender youth bedew'd with liquid odors Courts thee on rofes in fome pleasant cave, In wreaths thy golden hair, Plain in thy neatnefs? O how oft shall he On faith and changed Gods complain, and feas Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold, Who always vacant always amiable Hopes thee, of flattering gales Unmindful? Hapless they 5 To whom thou untry'd feem'ft fair. Me in my vow'd Picture the facred wall declares t' have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the ftern God of fea. Firft added in the edition of 1673. 15 Ad Ad PYRRHAM. O DE V. Horatius ex Pyrrhæ illecebris tanquam è naufragio enataverat, cujus amore irretitos, affirmat effe mi feros. Q UIS multa gracilis te puer in rofa Cui flavam religas comam Simplex munditiis? heu quoties fidem Emirabitur infolens! Qui nunc te fruitur credulus aurea, Qui femper vacuam femper amabilem Fallacis Miferi quibus Intentata nites. Me tabula facer Votiva paries indicat uvida Sufpendiffe potenti と XIX. On M4 |