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 Ex. LIBRIS 
 
 H. U. BRANDENSTEIN 
 

TRANSLATIONS 
 
 LORD LYTTELTON 
 
 THE EIGHT. HON. W. E. GLADSTONE. 
 
 LONDON : 
 
 BERNARD QUARITCH, 15 PICCADILLY. 
 1861. 
 
mi 
 
 
 
 W. M. WATTS, CROWN COURT, TEMPLE BAR. 
 
 600 copies ou Vellum Paper. 
 25 copies on Large Paper. 
 Feb. 1861. 
 
 GIFT 
 
EX VOTO COMMUNI 
 
 IN MEMORIAM 
 
 DUPLICUM NUPTIARUM 
 
 VIII KAL. AUG. MDCOCXXXIX. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 TRANSLATIONS BY LORD LYTTELTON. 
 
 INTO GREEK. 
 
 .AUTHOB PAGE 
 
 1832 Comua . . Milton . . 2 
 
 1833 Sweet Echo Milton . . 8 
 
 1837 The Sacrifice Dryden . . 10 
 
 1860 The Lotos-Eaters Tennyson. . 12 
 
 INTO LATIN. 
 
 1837 Ode to Adversity Gray ... 32 
 
 1838 The Deserted Village .... Goldsmith . 34 
 
 1857 CEnone Tennyson. . 36 
 
 1860 Godiva Tennyson. . 62 
 
 TRANSLATIONS 
 BY THE RIGHT HON. W.'E. GLADSTONE. 
 
 FROM THE GREEK. 
 
 1836 The Lion's Cub JEschylus . . 72 
 
 1836 From the Homeric Hymn to the 
 
 Delian Apollo ... 74 
 
 1858-9 The Descent of Apollo . . . . Homer . . 76 
 
 . . . . The Battle of the Fourth Book Homer . 78 
 
IV CONTENTS. 
 
 
 
 AUTHOR 
 
 PAGE 
 
 858-9 
 
 The Threat of Achilles .... 
 
 Homer 
 
 . 82 
 
 ... 
 
 The Boast of Achilles .... 
 
 Homer 
 
 . 84 
 
 
 Battle of the Eleventh Book . . 
 
 Homer 
 
 . 86 
 
 
 
 The Presentation of the Arms 
 
 Homer 
 
 . 88 
 
 
 The Speech of the Horse Xantlms 
 The Death of the Dog Argus . . 
 
 Homer . 
 Homer 
 
 . 92 
 . 94 
 
 1858 
 
 FROM THE LATIN. 
 Horace and Lydia 
 
 Horace 
 
 . 98 
 
 1859 
 
 Catullus to Lesbia 
 
 Catullus . 
 
 . 102 
 
 
 Horace to Pyrrha .... 
 
 Horace 
 
 . 106 
 
 1837 
 
 FROM THE ITALIAN. 
 
 Dante . . 
 
 . 108 
 
 1835 
 
 The Lord's Prayer ... 
 
 Dante . 
 
 . 116 
 
 
 Speech of Piccarda 
 
 Dante . . 
 
 . 118 
 
 
 Ode on the Death of Napoleon . 
 
 Manzoni . 
 
 . 120 
 
 
 FROM THE GERMAN. 
 
 
 
 1837 
 1845 
 
 The Count of Hapsburg . . . 
 Verses from Der Freischiitz . . 
 
 Schiller . 
 
 . 122 
 . 134 
 
 1831 
 
 FROM THE ENGLISH. 
 Old Rome ....... 
 
 Milton . 
 
 . 136 
 
 
 Mars 
 
 
 . 140 
 
 1848 
 
 Rock of Ages, 
 
 Toplady . 
 
 . 142 
 
 1859 
 
 Verses to his Wife . 
 
 * v '^*"' v j 
 Heber . 
 
 . 146 
 
TRANSLATIONS. 
 
MILTON. 
 
 THE star, that bids the shepherd fold, 
 
 Now the top of heaven doth hold; 
 
 And the gilded car of day 
 
 His glowing axle doth allay 
 
 In the steep Atlantic stream; 
 
 And the slope Sun his upward beam 
 
 Shoots against the dusky pole, 
 
 Pacing toward the other goal 
 
 Of his chamber in the east. 
 
 Meanwhile welcome joy and feast, 
 
 Midnight shout and revelry, 
 
 Tipsy dance and jollity. 
 
 Braid your locks with rosy twine 
 
 Dropping odours, dropping wine. 
 
 Rigour now is gone to bed, 
 
 And Advice with scrupulous head ; 
 
 Strict Age and sour Severity, 
 
 With their grave saws in slumber lie. 
 
 We that are of purer fire 
 
 Imitate the starry quire, 
 
 Who in their nightly watchful spheres 
 
 Lead in swift round the months and vears. 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 ieo-i, icaipos evavXov, 
 fiecrcrov cfraiSpbs "OXv/ZTT 
 reyyet, S' a%ova rbv 7rvpt0a\7rf] 
 pei'Opois 
 
 6 
 
 TTO\OV fjeXios ?rpo9 a/jiavpbv 
 
 
 avTiiropov repjjbova 
 ra? rjdoas 
 
 ia, j(jaZp Evfypocrvva, 
 Kw/jiOi re, /3od 6* a 
 olvo r jr\dv f qTbv r 
 
 TrXe/cer' ev poStco 7r\ey/jiaTi ^air 
 'Xpia/jiao'iv v<ypav, v<ypav 
 vvv 76 TO Sejjivbv 
 TO re NovOealas 
 dirapajJivOov 1 * evSei 
 ya SciMppocrvva, Bpi/jLela Qed, 
 o-cxplav 0pv\ovcra 
 r?}? 
 
 o 
 
 aypvTTva 
 erewv 
 
 ayovcriv. 
 1 Vide Blomf. ad JEsch. Prom. 193. 
 
MILTON. 
 
 The sounds and seas with all their finny drove 
 Now to the moon in wavering morrice move : 
 And on the tawny sands and shelves 
 Trip the pert faeries and the dapper elves : 
 By dimpled brook and fountain brim 
 The wood-nymphs, decked with daisies trim, 
 Their merry wakes and pastimes keep. 
 What hath night to do with sleep? 
 Night hath better sweets to prove, 
 Venus now wakes, and wakens love: 
 Come, let us our rites begin ; 
 
 ' O " 
 
 'Tis only daylight that makes sin, 
 Which these dun shades will ne'er report. 
 Hail, goddess of nocturnal sport, 
 Dark-veiled Cotytto ! to whom the secret flame 
 Of midnight torches burns ; mysterious dame, 
 That ne'er art called, but when the dragon womb 
 Of Stygian darkness spits her thickest gloom, 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 i T , alo\6cf)v\oi r 
 
 Slav 
 
 icara 
 
 atapra \d\iov /jLop/jio\v/ceiov, 
 paSwd r /ji7rov(7a 'xppevei. 
 Trapa /jLeiScovrwv 
 vafiara /cpovvwv aKpa re %e/X?7 ? 
 
 OfJb'^rdv Kocrfjiov eyovcrai 
 a ? repTTvols Tralyvi? ayovcrw 
 /cft)yLfcO9 l\apai' 
 
 v% Se /jiOL VTTvq) rl crv KOivwvels ; 
 v% fjbej dpe'tva) reptyiv Trape^ei' 
 virpw e^epOela vlbv eyeipei,' 
 
 ' r^uv 69 opyia tcatpos' 
 
 ravra Be Kvd/JLa>v 
 
 OV 7Tft)9 
 
 ev 
 
 v, xaipe, Korvrrd)' 
 crol Trvp BaScov Travvv^ov aWei 
 
 ve<pe\as jacrrrjp tcaTaTrvKVordrav 
 eirrvcrev opfyvav, 
 
MILTON. 
 
 And makes one blot of all the air : 
 
 Stay thy cloudy ebon chair, 
 
 Wherein thou ridest with Hecat, and befriend 
 
 Us thy vowed priests, 'till utmost end 
 
 Of all thy dues be done, and none left out ; 
 
 Ere the babbling eastern scout, 
 
 The nice morn, on the Indian steep 
 
 From her cabin'd loop-hole peep, 
 
 And to the tell-tale sun descry 
 
 Our conceaFd solemnity. 
 
 Come, knit hands, and beat the ground 
 
 In a light fantastic round. 
 
 MILTON. 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 epa %pavwv 
 $i(f>povs 'E/cdra croi 0* d/Jia KOIVOVS 
 
 eftevov iravcrov tpfyoevTOS, 
 crov 8' evbpicovs lepels rjfjias 
 
 pevfjieves, e? T av reXera? 
 Trdcras crol reXecrcoyCtez/, 
 TTpiv 7 e eSpwv \a\ov rjwcov 
 
 ev Kopv<pal$ 'IvSwv airdXav 
 
 e/c 
 
 rdS* aTTOppiJTcov opyia 
 
 dyer ovv, $CKia<$ aTrrere ^et/o 
 
 Kdl TToSl KOV(f)(*) 
 
 7ro\vSalSa\a TrX^rrere yalav. 
 
 L. 1832. 
 
MILTON. 
 
 SWEET Echo, sweetest nymph, that livest unseen 
 
 Within thy aery shell, 
 By slow Meander's margent green, 
 And in the violet-embroidered vale, 
 Where the love-lorn nightingale 
 Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well: 
 Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair 
 That likest thy Narcissus are ? 
 O ! if thou have 
 Hid them in some flowery cave, 
 
 Tell me but where, 
 
 Sweet queen of parley, daughter of the sphere! 
 So may'st thou be translated to the skies, 
 And give resounding grace to all heaven's harmonies. 
 
 MILTON. 
 

 TRANSLATION. 
 
 ]4Xii, K\l)6i 
 
 Ov deptov cr/cd(f)0^ 
 vaiovcr ', r) %Xopav 7r\dfca 
 Maidvftpov Trap* dfcv/jiovos, 
 fidcrcras ir) KCLT lo$ve<f)6LS, 
 OTTOV 0* a Svcrepcos nravvvy 
 drjScbv //.eXo? ol/crpbv 
 /caXw? crol tcaradprjvei' 
 \lcrcrofjiai, dflpdv JJLOI, 
 /covpa, <f)pde crvvcopiSa, 
 TTOV vakl, {Jid\a rc3 era) 
 
 avTicrrp. 
 
 el S' e/cpvtyas ev av6ecri 
 
 lov TWOS, aXXa /LLOL 
 TTOV Trore, (^tXrdra 
 
 (pev SecrTroiv* odpov (Jed, 
 
 7rp6<ppaa-<r, ovpavoTrai. /eels TTO- 
 
 \bv OVTO) 
 
 ev/ceXaSov 
 
 L. 1833. 
 
10 DRYDEN. 
 
 Sacrifice. 
 
 CHOOSE the darkest part o' th' grove, 
 Such as ghosts at noon-day love. 
 Dig a trench, and dig it nigh 
 Where the bones of Laius lie: 
 Altars raised of turf or stone 
 Will the infernal Pow'rs have none. 
 Answer me, if this be done ? 
 'Tis done. 
 
 Is the sacrifice made fit ? 
 Draw her backward to the pit: 
 Draw the barren heifer back; 
 Barren let her be and black. 
 Cut the curled hair that grows 
 Full betwixt her horns and brows : 
 And turn your faces from the sun. 
 Answer me, if this be done ? 
 'Tis done. 
 
 Pour in blood and bloodlike wine, 
 To vmother earth and Proserpine : 
 Mingle milk into the stream : 
 
 o 
 
 Feast the ghosts that love the steam. 
 Snatch a brand from funeral pile : 
 Toss it in to make them boil : 
 And turn your faces from the sun. 
 Answer me, if this be done ? 
 Tis done. 
 
 DRYDEN. 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 "AT ovv, (TKoreivov e^epevvtjcras 
 olov fJLecrrjjuL/3pLvoi(7LV ev xpovois <f>i\ei 
 el'SwX' evoucetv, Aatov Trecnj/Aao'i, 
 Trap oartvoKTt, aKairre JJLOL rd<f)pov /3a#o9. 
 ov <ydp TL %\c0poi$ ovSe \a'Cvol$ irore 
 cri /3ft>yL6ofc oi ye veprepoi QeoL 
 e TreTTpaKrac ravra; 
 
 Ilav 
 
 dp TjvTpeTT terra t, Trv oaa 
 
 rrjv crrelpav ovv oiricrOev ei$ rd(f)pov %peft>z> 
 
 fjiocr'xpv KaOeXfceiv' rovro 8' ev 0uXacr<r', 
 
 crrelpdv re KOL ^eXaivav alfjud^ei^ 
 
 eTreira TrXe/crds Sel a aTroOpiaai 
 
 acrTrep /cepdrcov 6jji/jidTa)v r 
 
 rpeTrecrde S' o-fyiv iras dvr]p d<p r}\(ov. 
 
 \e<y el TreTrpafCTat, ravra; 
 
 Ildv 
 
 afjiar ^ev cufia& re 
 
 ollvov 7ai^o? fjiefjLvrjcro, Tra^jn^TCDp 8e TTJ 
 
 Swpov r68' iepov ri re ITepcreciacrcr' eyoi" 
 
 r /]v ?vv r / r r A 
 
 7rpocrc7e9 be rat? poatcri (rvy/cpauev <ya\a, 
 
 f (v artier iv ^aipovre^ ol /ce/cfjirj/core? 
 OaXlav e^Mcriv etc Se TOV veicpwv 7rvpds 
 d<pap7rdcras crv Sa\ov ek rd(f)pov /3aXe, 
 o7Tft)9 TO crvfATrav /cdpr dva^ecrei <f)\oyi. 
 rpeTrecrOe S' o^riv Tra? dvrjp d(f) r)\lov. 
 \ey el TreTrpa/cTat, ravra ; 
 
 Ildv 
 
 11 
 
 L. 1837. 
 
12 TENNYSON. 
 
 " COURAGE !" he said, and pointed toward the land: 
 " This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon. 77 
 In the afternoon they came unto a land, 
 In which it seemed always afternoon. 
 All round the coast the languid air did swoon, 
 Breathing like one that hath a w r eary dream. 
 Full-faced above the valley stood the moon ; 
 And like a downward smoke, the slender stream 
 Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. 
 
 A land of streams ! some, like a downward smoke, 
 Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go : 
 And some thro' wav'ring lights and shadows broke, 
 Rolling a slumb'rous sheet of foam below. 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 13 
 
 HEXRICO DRURY 
 MUSIS AM I CO 
 QUO FAUTORE 
 HUJUSMODI 
 
 QUTBUS HORAS 
 SEU TRISTES SIVE VACUAS 
 
 FE FELLER AT 
 
 IX PUBLICUM PRODIERUXT 
 
 D. D. 
 
 L 
 
 8' riKOVcriv, 1 off ecrvrepo? aifS^o? T? 
 <f>aivT^ akvecr/cev 8' dtcrrjv Trepi vrfvefjios drjp, 
 SVCTTTVOOV to? /Spl^ovTOs Svop' 
 
 crrrj KaOvTrepOe vaTrrjs' 7rl 8' oupeo?, iyvT /ca?rz/o9, 
 crra^ie re /cal \7Jyeif KOI crrd^ev d/jioi/3a$ls vSwp. 
 
 e/3pve yr) 9 irprjVTfi rd fiev rjvre 
 776 \ivov TTOT' aa)T09, avwOev XeTrrorara i^r? 
 TWZ' 8' a?ro 5 /Aap/jiapvyds /jLera/jiL/3o/jivrjv re 
 
 , Arare/cXuf oZS/uxr aftvcrcrov. 
 
 rf. ix. 336. 
 
 2 Brands, ad 
 3 //. xiv. 16. 
 
 . 678. 
 
14 
 
 TENNYSON. 
 
 They saw the gleaming river seaward flow 
 
 From th' inner land : far off, three mountain-tops, 
 
 Three silent pinnacles of aged snow, 
 
 Stood sunset-flush'd : and, dew'd with show'ry drops, 
 
 Up-clomb the shadowy pine above the woven copse. 
 
 Was seen far inland, and the yellow down 
 Border'd with palm, and many a winding vale 
 
 The charmed sunset lingered low adown 
 In the red West : thro* mountain clefts the dale x 
 And meadow, set with slender galingale ; 
 A land where all things always seem'd the same ! 
 And round about the keel with faces pale, 
 Dark faces pale against that rosy flame, 
 The mild-eyed melancholy Lotos-eaters came. 
 
 Branches they bore of that enchanted stem, 
 Laden with flow'r and fruit, whereof they gave 
 To each, but whoso did receive of them, 
 And taste, to him the gushing of the wave 
 Far far away did seem to mourn and rave 
 On alien shores : and if his fellow spake, 
 His voice was thin, as voices from the grave : 
 And deep-asleep he seem'd, yet all awake, 
 And music in his ears his beating heart did make. 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 15 
 
 rjv Trora/Jibv, av^odev 7r\dyo<rSe peovra 
 
 Be vi<j)os /copv(j)d$ rpifcapijvovs 
 oSeo? /3d\ev ecnrepos avyrj" 
 ev Se 7T/TU9 TrXe/crrjv Spoaoecra az^ereXXe tcaff v\rjv. 
 
 Travero Suo/^ez/o?, alev peKkovri coifed)?. 1 
 TToppco TrovXvyvafjLTTTa Sia 7TTV%as eTTpejr 
 ay/ceo, teal /Sfjo-crat, KOI Xe^wz^e? fcpo/co/SaTrroi, 
 fyoiViKtov re 7TpicrT<pe^ paSlvwv re Kvireipw 
 <j>dcr[j? d(TT/ji(f)^ del' Trepl Se (rreiprjv Kara 
 &>%pov ISetv, <j)\6ye6v re /jLeXdy^pcore^ Trapa ^7709, 
 rjyepedovr, dyavolcn /caTycfrees 6(j)0a\jJiolo'i, ) 
 Aa)TO<f)d<yot,. 
 
 rol Srj K\wva$ fyepov a 
 
 fcapTTcxpopov ydvos appyrov, /cal Swfcav e/cdcrrft)' 
 01 S' eTrdaavr 3 , dt/jLerpTjrov virelp a\a 
 a^eivov Trapa Olva fjavvpofievov 
 
 jij3rjv' dpairj 8' i/cero <f)0)vr} 2 
 9 T69 VKVCOV a^kvrivo^ d(f> AiSov. 
 dvirvovs, Kpa&bfi re 7ra\lppo0o$ op/jirj 
 
 1 Od. ix. 607. 
 
 2 Theocr. xiu. 59. 
 
16 TENNYSON. 
 
 They sat them down upon the yellow sand, 
 Between the sun and moon upon the shore ; 
 And sweet it was to dream of Fatherland, 
 Of child, and wife, and slave ; but evermore 
 Most weary seem'd the sea, weary the oar, 
 Weary the wand' ring fields of barren foam. 
 Then some one said, " We will return no more : " 
 And all at once they sang, " Our island home 
 Is far beyond the wave : we will no longer roam." 
 
 There is sweet music here that softer falls 
 
 Than petals from blown roses on the grass, 
 
 Or night-dews on still waters between walls 
 
 Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass : 
 
 Music that gentlier on the spirit lies 
 
 Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes : , 
 
 Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful 
 
 skies. 
 
 Here are cool mosses deep, 
 And thro' the moss the ivies creep, 
 And in the stream the long-leav'd flowers weep, 
 And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 17 
 
 8* /cd@7JVTO y 
 
 9 re Seh 
 
 %ovdov ITT airyia\ov* Trepi T' dcr/Jbevot, efJ 
 TrarplSa teal S/xwa?, $l\a re/cva, <j)i\a$ re 
 KVfJba Se Svatyopeov, KOI vav<TTO\iriv ahe 
 Kal Tre^dyrj 1 dffrpolo 7rd\v7r\avf) drpvjerou). 
 wSe Se T? eiirecTKeV) " f 'A\i$ 7T7r\avtffjie()\ ercupoi'" 
 avTLK dpa %v/j,7ravres, " t A\ij3po'Xpv rjfJLerepov Sw 
 ev /Jid\a /jLa/cpbv aTrecrriv, etcd? evl O'LVOTTI TTOVTO)' 
 
 dpia-rov* a\i$ 7r7r\avtjfjied\ eralpoi" 
 
 7rerd\ov , poSwv ev d 
 Troav rj/ca y8aXoz^ro9' rj 
 WKTi\afJb r jre^ VTTOCTKIOV 
 paivovcra 
 
 ov rocrcrov /ca/jbro) 
 
 OV eVl /3\e(f)dpo)v /3dpo$ e/jL7re<r6v' 
 d/crj&ecov a<j> e&pwv 
 
 7ra)Scu$ ^ererrky^aff VTTVOV. 
 TravT'Y] S' evl rdfcerat, 3 peeOpois 
 vapov ravv(f>vX\ov epvo? 
 
 an/BaS* d 
 
 facrao^ evSei, 
 airo 
 
 crlya /c 
 
 1 Od.v. 335. 
 
 2 Soph. (Ed. Col. 668719 (Dindorf. Pveta Scenici Graci.) 
 
 3 Od. vin. 522. 
 
 Soph. Antig. 1222. 
 
18 TENNYSON. 
 
 Why are we weighed upon with heaviness, 
 And utterly consumed with sharp distress, 
 While all things else have rest from weariness ? 
 All things have rest : why should we toil alone, 
 We only toil, who are the first of things, 
 And make perpetual moan, 
 Still from one sorrow to another thrown : 
 Nor ever fold our wings, 
 And cease from wanderings : 
 Nor steep our brows in slumber's holy balm ; 
 Nor hearken what the inner spirit sings, 
 " There is no joy but calm ! " 
 
 Why should we only toil, the roof and crown of 
 things ? 
 
 Lo ! in the middle of the wood 
 The folded leaf is woo'd from out the bud 
 With winds upon the branch, and there 
 Grows green and broad, and takes no care, 
 Sun-steep'd at noon, and in the moon 
 Nightly dew-fed : and turning yellow 
 Falls, and floats adown the air. 
 

 TRANSLATION. 
 
 19 
 
 al, cu, 
 
 Trpa 
 Sea \vypas avanravcns o'ityos, 
 
 drcov d<f)VKra)v 
 crrevew d\laara s 
 
 TTpcoreia jjudrav 
 rjfjblv T069 V7repd\\oi$, %dovia)v roils fji6<y d 
 
 VTTVOIO KrjKrjO fibs d/JL/Sporoio 
 ap OVTTOT 6yL6/3a-v/re6 /cdpa ; 
 irbvtov ayevo-TOs \\oy)(ev o\/3ov, 
 evav\ov roS' e( 
 
 crrp* 
 
 v' uXa? ev opfyakolcriv dftpo 
 
 (f>v\\ov vTre/cSvv, avepov aawbpevov Kiva- 
 
 ftpvei, 
 dtcrlves S' a^pijJivov 
 , vvyiq S' avre ae\dva rpefyev epcra' 
 S' aXKb'Xpoov pel, Kara S' ovpov 
 
 ^Esch. Agam. 52. 
 
 avr. 
 Sia- 
 
 c 2 
 
20 TENNYSON. 
 
 Lo ! sweeten'd with the summer light, 
 
 The full-juic'd apple, waxing over-mellow, 
 
 Drops in a silent autumn night. 
 
 All its allotted length of days, 
 
 The flower ripens in its place, 
 
 Ripens and fades, and falls, and hath no toil, 
 
 Fast-rooted in the fruitful soil. 
 
 Hateful is the dark-blue sky 
 Vaulted o'er the dark-blue sea. 
 Death is the end of life : ah, why 
 Should life all labour be? 
 Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast, 
 And in a little while our lips are dumb. 
 Let us alone. What is it that will last ? 
 All things are taken from us, and become 
 Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. 
 Let us alone. What pleasure can we have 
 To war with evil ? Is there any peace 
 In ever climbing up the climbing wave ? 
 All things have rest, and ripen tow'rd the grave 
 In silence ; ripen, fall and cease. 
 Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease ! 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 21 
 
 Oepovs ev avyai? irknrov 
 
 topaloV 7TO~V eVVV)(pV 
 
 d/cpas OTTwpas a<pcova 
 
 fjwp&tov repfia reXe/a? 
 vOewv <yevr) /cardvvcr dSvocr/jicov, 
 
 dTrovcos, <j)povSa 8' e 
 Tepa pojra, 
 
 povpcus. 
 1 crrvyvbv TToXov Kvdveov 
 
 Odvaros Tre 
 
 /3lov 
 
 ear' eacrvfjuevcov pl/^cj) eviavrwv 
 cnyd rd% eTreicriV ovSev 
 crraO/jibv e^et /3e/3aiov, 
 
 e rwv 7rd\cu crv 
 
 i 8' arepTre? alkv 
 KCLT dras, 
 ; ecrff a 
 
 [Jidipa icaff* &pav* 
 ra? 7rov\V7T\dva)v ovetpwv, 
 rj Oavdrov rv 
 
 arp. 
 
 Soph. Antig. 781800. 
 
22 TENNYSON. 
 
 How sweet it were, hearing the downward stream, 
 With half-shut eyes ever to seem 
 Falling asleep in a half-dream ! 
 To dream and dream, like yonder amber light, 
 Which will not leave the myrrh-bush on the height ; 
 To hear each other's whisper' d speech ; 
 Eating the Lotos, day by day, 
 To watch the crisping ripples on the beach, 
 And tender curving lines of creamy spray : 
 To lend our hearts and spirits wholly 
 To the influence of mild-minded melancholy : 
 To muse and brood and live again in memory, 
 With those old faces of our infancy 
 Heap'd over with a mound of grass, 
 Two handfuls of white dust, shut in an urn of brass ! 
 
 Dear is the mem'ry of our wedded lives, 
 And dear the last embraces of our wives 
 And their warm tears : but all hath suffer' d change : 
 For surely now our household hearths are cold : 
 Our sons inherit us : our looks are strange : 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 23 
 
 1 rj repTTVov fj,d\,a, Traywv 
 Trap tc\iv6evTa Karappboicriv, 
 del /3\(f)dpoi$ uTTi/coSe? ^JJLL- 
 K\elcrToi,$ oS' ocrov ov 
 
 rjXe/CTpocfraf] /car avydv 
 
 vtyov VI fJivppivov 
 /3drov jJbovifjbov* /cad' d/jLe- 
 pav 
 
 crrp. 
 
 cLTraXa crKOTrelv, <ya\aKTcl)- 
 Srj T d(f>pbv TroKvKVK\ov* dvrio'Tp. 
 
 ere, Se(T7roiv d<ydvo$>pov, alvew, 
 <f)i\av, 
 
 a* 
 
 olcriv /3pe<f>r) crvvrj- 
 
 , VVV (TTToSoV l 
 
 %a\/ce\arov dyyos evSov 
 
 7rd\iv Trpocravbdv 
 
 dSv n KovpiSicov evdvfjLelcrOai, v^vaiwv" crrp. 
 
 KOI Ba/cpvcov fJLvdfjia 9 rd Se Travra^ov r}\\olc0Tai,' 
 
 TI^V yap etyeo-Tiov ouSa? 
 K\.apov6/jiov Kare^ec <yevo$, rj ev 
 
 1 Eur. Hecub. 444465. 2 Soph. (Ed. Tyr. 151166. 
 
24 
 
 TENNYSON. 
 
 And we should come like ghosts to trouble joy : 
 
 Or else the island-princes over-bold 
 
 Have eat our substance, and the minstrel sings 
 
 Before them of the ten-years' war in Troy, 
 
 And our great deeds, as half forgotten things. 
 
 Is there confusion in the little isle ? 
 
 Let what is broken so remain. 
 
 The Gods are hard to reconcile : 
 
 'Tis hard to settle order once again. 
 
 There is confusion worse than death, 
 
 Trouble on trouble, pain on pain, 
 
 Long labour unto aged breath, 
 
 Sore task to hearts worn out with many wars, 
 
 And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. 
 
 But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, 
 How sweet, while warm airs lull us, breathing lowly, 
 With half-dropt eyelids still, 
 Beneath a heaven dark and holy, 
 To watch the long bright river drawing slowly 
 His waters from the purple hill 
 To hear the dewy echoes calling 
 From cave to cave thro' the thick-twined vine 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 9 v7Tpr)vop[a' Trapd S' afJbvaa'Tov TroXe/iou \6yov 
 
 epya r dpto-rrjcov, deios TLS dotSos ecfrvfivei' 
 rjfjieis 'hvypbv ibelv, w? r^9 7raXa>o^cro9 d<j> AiSov. dvr. 
 ra S' eppero) Su 
 
 ecmv ffavdrov n 'e 
 
 tcaKov 
 
 ^ 7ro\6yL60^9 
 
 2 fjLco\v /car, eir dpapav- 
 
 TTlftd?) V(7TpCOTOV, 
 
 XeTrra Ze<pvpa)v 
 
 viro T ovpavov /cve<pa$ 
 
 crrp. 
 
 opav 
 
 a peovcras diro 7rop<f>vpG)Swv 
 fiovvcov vire/c Trpo^od^ rd 8' 'A %oi)9 
 Ke\evcr/jiaO' v 
 ev d 
 Bid 
 
 avncrrp. 
 
 1 Seott-Liddell Zea?. iw voc. 2 Eur. 
 
 . 121140. 
 
26 
 
 TENNYSON. 
 
 To hear the em'rald-colour'd water falling 
 Thro' many a wov'n acanthus-wreath divine ! 
 Only to hear and see the far-off sparkling brine, 
 Only to hear were sweet, stretch'd out beneath the 
 pine. 
 
 The Lotos blooms below the flow'ry peak : 
 The Lotos blows by every winding creek : 
 All day the wind breathes low with mellower tone : 
 Thro' ev'ry hollow cave and alley lone 
 Round and round the spicy downs the yellow Lotos- 
 dust is blown. 
 
 We have had enough of action, and of motion we, 
 RolPd to starboard, roll'd to larboard, when the surge 
 
 was seething free, 
 
 Where the wallowing monster spouted his foam-foun- 
 tains in the sea. 
 Let us swear an oath, and keep it with an equal 
 
 mind, 
 
 In the hollow Lotos-land to live and lie reclin'd 
 On the hills like Gods together, careless of man- 
 kind: 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 27 
 
 Yj 7TOV 
 
 vBcop fjier a 
 
 LO^ K\dpV- 
 
 Troppcodev a\jjbav ecr&elv fyaevvav, 
 v^rav^ev eW* VTTO SevSp* d/coveus* 
 /3lov ecm 
 
 Trapd T evavOwv /copvcfras TTpcovcov 
 vropO/jicov T ecroSou 9 alo\o/ji6p(f)(t)v 
 \(i)rov 0a\pbv ydvos atc^afyi' 
 Trvei nravvriiJbap /j,a\daKos d^p* 
 Kol\a fear avrpa fcal oZoTroV dy/crj, 
 Trepl \eifji(i>v(ov TrXaro? evocrjjicov, 
 
 \corov (frep 
 ellpyao-rai, /cat 
 vvv 7rl Segia vvv ITT dpiarepa 
 
 Xa/3pft) KVfJLCLTl 
 
 evOa 
 
 yer ovv o 
 
 op/cia 
 
 rpoirov ddavdrcov, o r ir ev 3 
 nrapa vefcrapeois Kelvrai 
 IK,TI 
 
28 
 
 TENNYSON. 
 
 For they lie beside their nectar, and the bolts are 
 
 hurFd 
 Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are 
 
 lightly curl'd 
 Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming 
 
 world : 
 Where they smile in secret, looking over wasted 
 
 lands, 
 Blight and famine, plague and earthquake, roaring 
 
 deeps and fiery sands, 
 Clanging fights, and flaming towns, and sinking ships, 
 
 and praying hands. 
 But they smile, they find a music centred in a doleful 
 
 song 
 Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient tale of 
 
 wrong, 
 Like a tale of little meaning though the words are 
 
 strong ; 
 Chanted from an ill-us'd race of men that cleave the 
 
 soil, 
 Sow the seed, and reap the harvest with enduring 
 
 toil, 
 Storing yearly little dues of wheat, and wine, and oil : 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 29 
 
 rrf\6 8' ev ovpecri fipovra 
 
 Bco/JLara TT/OO? deorepTrfj, 
 oSivovvTal r a/jL(fn^ 
 
 7T6pl S' OVpCiViOS 
 
 Ti\/3i TroXo? a 
 
 01 8' opv/JLaySa <yav /3poro\ouya) 
 SicLTrepdo/jievav, /3pv%i,ov Trekcuyos, 
 -^dova (reicrOelcrav, tyd/jifjiov (fi\,oyeav y 
 
 0\Oa \OljjLOV \lfJLOV 67T 5 aTT), 
 
 /caradpavo/jievas vavs evl KVfj 
 dcrrecw CLJJLOTOV Trvp 
 
 \d6pa f )(aLpov<Tiv opwvre?. 
 TO 8e OprjvwSes /^eXo? (uyv 
 TrepL repTTO/jievois wen 
 Kovtc d\eyovcriv Seiva Xeyovrow, 
 TO Trap* dvdpcoTTaiv alK 
 elcravaftaivov Sco/nar *O\vfj 
 
 rwv porrjpcov, 
 CLTTO ryalas 
 alrov ertfo-iov, olvov, eXcuov, 
 
 1 .'Esch. Prom. 94. 
 
30 TENNYSON. 
 
 Till they perish, and they suffer some, 'tis whisper' d 
 
 down in hell 
 
 Suffer endless anguish, others in Elysian valleys dwell, 
 Resting weary limbs at length on beds of asphodel. 
 Surely, surely, slumber is more sweet than toil, the 
 
 shore 
 
 Than labour in mid-ocean, wind and wave and oar : 
 Oh rest ye, brother-mariners, we will not wander 
 
 more. 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 31 
 
 S' ol p,ev ev AiSov, 
 roidSe <f)dfjia ffpvKel TfriQvpa, 
 Siatcvaiofjievoi Trr^' ad\vovcr\ l 
 ol S' evl ftdcrcrai 
 /cajuLdrcov e&ael <yvia 
 
 fcard r d<r<poSe\ov 
 Se/jivi a\V7Toi Sidy ova iv. 
 ear amTrauXa?, ear ITTL %pcrov 
 <yepa$ aftiov, rovro 
 rj fiaOvTrKoov, rje 
 alev epeT/JLov KOTTOV e%avr\eiv. 
 
 ercupoi,. 
 
 L. 1860. 
 
32 GRAY. 
 
 Otic to 
 
 DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless power, 
 
 Thou tamer of the human breast, 
 
 Whose iron scourge and torturing hour, 
 
 The bad affright, afflict the best! 
 
 Bound in thy adamantine chain, 
 
 The proud are taught to taste of pain, 
 
 And purple tyrants vainly groan 
 
 With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone. 
 
 When first thy Sire to send on earth 
 Virtue, his darling child, design' d, 
 To thee he gave the heav'nly birth, 
 And bade to form her infant mind. 
 Stern rugged Nurse ! thy rigid lore 
 With patience many a year she bore ; 
 What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know, 
 And from her own she learn'd to melt at others' woe. 
 
 GRAY. 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 33 
 
 ssevo domitos imperio regis 
 Mortales, super! nata Jovis Dea, 
 Dira non sine poena et 
 Flagris improba ferreis 
 
 Pertentans homines; unde adamantinis 
 Sub vinclis trepidum comprimitur Nefas, 
 Angunturque malorum 
 Seris pectora luctibus, 
 
 Nee puri sceleris non animi dolent; 
 Te reges dominam purpurei novam, 
 Per deserta domorum, 
 Te vano gemitu tremunt. 
 
 Cum leetam generi mittere filiam 
 Humano voluit coslicolum Pater 
 Virtutem, tibi diam 
 
 Commisit sobolem Deus, 
 
 Ut prudens tenerae pectora fingeres : 
 Ah ! quanta rigidam te patientia, 
 Nutrix aspera, longis 
 Virtus temporibus tulit! 
 
 Sensit, qua miseris fracta doloribus 
 Mens eura gemeret : sensit, et haud suo, 
 Te perdocta magistra, 
 Luctu tangitur invicem. 
 
 L. 1837. 
 
34 GOLDSMITH. 
 
 Uillage. 
 
 How often have I paused on every charm, 
 
 The sheltered cot and cultivated farm, 
 
 The never-failing brook and busy mill, 
 
 The decent church that topt the neighbouring hill, 
 
 The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, 
 
 For talking age and whispering lovers made ! 
 
 How often have I blest the coming day, 
 
 When toil remitting lent its turn to play, 
 
 And all the village train, from labour free, 
 
 Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree ; 
 
 While many a pastime circled in the shade, 
 
 The young contending, as the old surveyed ; 
 
 And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, 
 
 And sleights of art and feats of strength went round ; 
 
 And still as each repeated pleasure tired, 
 
 Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired : 
 
 The dancing pair that simply sought renown 
 
 By holding out to tire each other down ; 
 
 The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, 
 
 While secret laughter tittered round the place ; 
 
 The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, 
 
 The matron's glance that would these looks reprove ! 
 
 These were thy charms, sweet Village ; sports like these 
 
 With sweet succession taught even toil to please ; 
 
 These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed ; 
 
 These were thy charms but all these charms are fled. 
 
 GOLDSMITH. 
 
TRANSLATION. 35 
 
 AH ! quoties illo cessabam lentus in agro, 
 
 Miratus placidas culta per arva casas, 
 Et loca qua pistrina sequacibus adstrepit undis, 
 
 Mundaque vicinis addita templa jugis, 
 Et frutices lastos, aptasque sedentibus umbras, 
 
 Seu senium musset, sive susurret amor. 
 Ah ! quoties grato venerabar pectore lucem, 
 
 Cum misso exciperent pensa labore joci, 
 Multaque ruricolae properarent agmina turbae 
 
 Ducere sub patula fronde soluta choros. 
 Turn fuit umbrosa quantum certamen arena ! 
 
 Colludunt juvenes, aspiciuntque senes; 
 Innumerosque cient vexato in gramine gyros, 
 
 Membrorum vegeta vi, celerique manu. 
 Displiceat toties eadem repetita voluptas ? 
 
 Inveniet ludos laeta caterva novos. 
 Certatim innocuam qui produxere choream, 
 
 Saltando ut facilis gloria parta foret ; 
 Rusticus inspersa fcedus fuligine vultum, 
 
 Qui movet occultos, nescius ipse, jocos ; 
 Virginis indictam prodentia lumina flammam, 
 
 Quaeque oculo mater vix prohibere velit 
 Hos comites inter, sedes dilecta, laboris 
 
 Dulcibus immisti lene placebat onus ; 
 Haec tibi tranquillam spirabant undique pacem ; 
 
 Hsec tibi sed notos deseruere locos ! 
 
 L. 1838. 
 
 D 2 
 
36 
 
 TENNYSON. 
 
 THERE is a vale in Ida, lovelier 
 
 Than all the valleys of Ionian hills. 
 
 The swimming vapour slopes athwart the glen, 
 
 Puts forth an arm, and creeps from pine to pine, 
 
 And loiters, slowly drawn. On either hand 
 
 The lawns and meadow-ledges midway down 
 
 Hang rich in flowers, and far below them roars 
 
 The long brook falling thro' the clov'n ravine 
 
 In cataract after cataract to the sea. 
 
 Behind the valley, topmost Gargarus 
 
 Stands up and takes the morning ; but in front 
 
 The gorges, opening wide apart, reveal 
 
 Troas and I lion's column' d citadel, 
 
 The crown of Troas. 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 37 
 
 UT POTUIT 
 EXIMIUM HOC CARMEN 
 
 IN AMCENIS 
 
 APUD FALCONHURST OTITS 
 LATINE REDDIDIT 
 
 ET 
 
 JOANNI G. TALBOT 
 
 OPTIMO AMICISSIMO 
 
 D. D. 
 
 L. 
 
 EST Ida in media vallis, quot Ionia valles 
 Alma fovet, forma superans. Ibi saltibus haerent 
 Et lenti fluitant inter pineta vapores. 
 At gravidos multis decorant pendentia prata 
 Floribus hinc illinc montes : rivusque reductas 
 Desilit in rapes, reboatque anfractibus imis, 
 Oceani longinqua petens. Hie Gargarus ingens 
 Praeripit Auroram : sed ab ilia parte, revulsis 
 Faucibus, apparet celsis speciosa columnis 
 Troas, et Iliacae, decus illae Troadis, arces. 
 
38 
 
 TENNYSON. 
 
 Hither came at noon 
 Mournful GEnone, wandering forlorn 
 Of Paris, once her playmate on the hills. 
 Her cheek had lost the rose, and round her neck 
 Floated her hair, or seem'd to float, in rest. 
 She, leaning on a fragment twined with vine, 
 Sang to the stillness, till the mountain shade 
 Sloped downward to her seat from the upper cliff. 
 
 " O mother Ida, many-fountain'd Ida, 
 Dear mother Ida, hearken ere I die ! 
 For now the noonday quiet holds the hill : 
 The grasshopper is silent in the grass : 
 The lizard, with her shadow on the stone, 
 Rests like a shadow, and the cicala sleeps. 
 The purple flowers droop : the golden bee 
 Is lily-cradled : I alone awake. 
 My eyes are full of tears, my heart of love ; 
 My heart is breaking, and my eyes are dim, 
 And I am all a- weary of my life. 
 
 " O mother Ida, many-fountain'd Ida, 
 Dear mother Ida, hearken ere I die ! 
 Hear me, O earth ! hear me, O hills ! O caves 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 39 
 
 Hue adiit, rapido medii sub sole diei, 
 Solivaga CEnone, Paridem fletura sodalem. 
 At tenera in cervice comae jacuere solutae : 
 Nee roseae fulsere genae. Sub rupe reclinis 
 Vitibus intexta, longo tranquilla locorum 
 Carmine mulcebat, donee demissa sedentem 
 Velavit summis paulatim a montibus umbra. 
 
 " Me miseram exaudi scatebroso a culmine, mater ! 
 Ida meam, genitrix, mors advenit, accipe vocem. 
 Jam colles siluere ; silent per prata locustae : 
 Glauca lacerta jacens, in saxum projicit urnbram, 
 Ipsa umbram referens. Inter cunabula florum 
 Aurea dormit apis : dormit tranquilla cicada : 
 Languent purpurei flores. Ego sola soporis 
 Inscia : me flentes oculi, me cordis amores, 
 Me luctus, duraeque tenent mala taedia vitae. 
 
 " Me miseram exaudi scatebroso a culmine, mater ! 
 Ida meam, genitrix, mors advenit, accipe vocem. 
 Proh juga, proh tellus^ gelidisque audite cavernae 
 
40 
 
 TENNYSON. 
 
 That house the cold crown'd snake ! O mountain 
 
 brooks, 
 
 I am the daughter of a river-god ; 
 Hear me, for I will speak, and build up all 
 My sorrow with my song, as yonder walls 
 Rose slowly to a music slowly breathed, 
 A cloud that gather' d shape : for it may be 
 That while I speak of it, a little while 
 My heart may wande.r from its deeper woe. 
 
 " O mother Ida, many-fountain' d Ida, 
 Dear mother Ida, hearken ere I die ! 
 I waited underneath the dawning hills, 
 Aloft the mountain lawn was dewy-dark, 
 And dewy-dark aloft the mountain pine : 
 Beautiful Paris, evil-hearted Paris, 
 Leading a jet-black goat, white-horn'd, white-hoof d, 
 Came up from reedy Simois all alone. 
 
 " O mother Ida, hearken ere I die ! 
 Far off the torrent called me from the cleft : 
 Far up the solitary morning smote 
 The streaks of virgin snow. With down-dropt eyes 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 41 
 
 Anguibus implicitse, celeresque e montibus amnes ! 
 Me Numen genuit fluviale. Ego, qualia lentum 
 Lente ilia ad cantum, (nubi velut indita forma,) 
 Moenia surrexisse ferunt, ita carmine luctum 
 Informare velim, soliti si forte doloris 
 Infixum liceat tantillum fallere vulnus. 
 
 " Me miseram exaudi scatebroso a culmine, mater ! 
 Ida meam, genitrix, mors advenit, accipe vocem. 
 Suspiciens montes incerta luce rubentes, 
 Et gelido pinus sufFusas rore, sedebam : 
 Cum Paris, heu ! nimium pulchri sub tegmine vultus 
 Turpia corda fovens, albis et cornibus hircum 
 Insignem pedibusque adducens, csetera nigrum, 
 Solus arundinea venit Simoentis ab unda. 
 
 " Ida meam, genitrix, mors advenit, accipe vocem. 
 At me praecipites procul e convallibus undae 
 Visae compellare : procul, super invia montis, 
 Incedens tacito signabat culmina gressu, 
 Et puras Aurora nives. Ego sola sedebam 
 
42 
 
 TENNYSON. 
 
 I sat alone : white-breasted, like a star 
 Fronting the dawn, he moved : a leopard-skin 
 Droop' d from his shoulder, but his sunny hair 
 Cluster'd about his temples like a god's ; 
 And his cheek brighten' d, as the foambow brightens 
 When the wind blows the foam, and all my heart 
 Went forth to embrace him coming ere he came. 
 
 " Dear mother Ida, hearken ere I die ! 
 He smiled, and opening out his milk-white palm 
 Disclosed a fruit of pure Hesperian gold, 
 That smelt ambrosially, and while I look'd 
 And listen'd, the full-flowing river of speech 
 Came down upon my heart. 'My own (Enone, 
 Beautiful-brow' d (Enone, my own soul, 
 Behold this fruit, whose gleaming rind, ingrav'n 
 " For the most fair," would seem to award it thine, 
 As lovelier than whatever Oread haunt 
 The knolls of Ida, loveliest in all grace 
 Of movement, and the charm of married brows.' 
 
 " Dear mother Ida, hearken ere I die ! 
 He press' d the blossom of his lips to mine, 
 And added, ' This was cast upon the board, 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 43 
 
 Triste tuens : ilium mox albo pectore, ut atras 
 Stella fugat penetrans adversa fronte tenebras, 
 Vidi aifulgentem. Lateris gestamina pulchri 
 Exuviae pardi pendebant, diaque flavis 
 Fluctibus undantes velabant tempora crines, 
 Splendebantque gense, qualis, cum ventus aquosam 
 Fert agitans spumam, nitet arcus in setheris auras. 
 Ilium amplexa oculis, totoque e corde vocavi. 
 
 " Ida meam, genitrix, mors advenit, accipe vocem. 
 Continue flavum, quod lactea dextra tenebat, 
 Ostendit malum, Hesperioque insignius auro, 
 Purique ambrosios exspirans roris odores, 
 Rlsitque alludens. Arrecta mente manebam : 
 Protinus d suavi manantia verba labello 
 Cor pepulere meum : ' Speciosam Candida frontem, 
 (Enone, mea vita, hujusne in cortice pomi 
 Inscriptum, " Capiat quse sit pulcherrima," cernis ? 
 quae nee faciles motus, neque frontis amosnam 
 Juncturam, Phrygiae decedis Oreasin Idas, 
 Nonne tibi meritam liceat captare coronam ]' 
 
 " Ida meam, genitrix, mors advenit, accipe vocem. 
 Labris labra meis, roseum referentia florem, 
 Admovit, dixitque : i Vides, quod fertur amaras, 
 
44 TENNYSON. 
 
 When all the full-faced presence of the gods 
 Ranged in the halls of Peleus : whereupon 
 Rose feud, with question unto whom 'twere due : 
 But lightfoot Iris brought it yester-eve, 
 Delivering that to me, by common voice 
 Elected umpire, Here comes to-day, 
 Pallas and Aphrodite, claiming each 
 This meed of fairest. Thou, within the cave 
 Behind yon whispering tuft of oldest pine, 
 May'st well behold them unbeheld, unheard 
 Hear all, and see thy Paris judge of gods/ 
 
 " Dear mother Ida, hearken ere I die ! 
 It was the deep midnoon : one silvery cloud 
 Had lost his way between the piney sides 
 Of this long glen. Then to the bower they came ; 
 Naked they came to that smooth-swarded bower, 
 And at their feet the crocus brake like fire, 
 Violet, amaracus, and asphodel, 
 Lotos, and lilies : and a wind arose, 
 And overhead the wandering ivy and vine, 
 This way and that, in many a wild festoon 
 Ran riot, garlanding the gnarled boughs 
 With bunch and berry and flower thro' and thro'. 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 Dis amplo aspectu Pelei celebrantibus aulam, 
 
 Appositum rixas genuisse. Hoc nuntia malum 
 
 Detulit en ! Iris celeri velocior aura, 
 
 Et mihi permissum communi fcedere palmse 
 
 Tradidit arbitrium. Quin mox cum Pallade Juno et 
 
 Concurrens aderit magna ad certamina formae 
 
 Cytherea Venus. Tu, qua longseva susurrant 
 
 Pineta, antrorum videas celata latebris 
 
 Me Paridem tantas Superum componere lites.' 
 
 " Ida meam, genitrix, mors advenit, accipe vocem. 
 Arduus in medio flagrabat Phoebus Olympo : 
 Unaque, protenti latera inter pinea saltus, 
 Errabat nubes. Herbosum adeuntibus antrum, 
 Fulgida, sub pedibus nudarum, copia florum, 
 Lilia cum violis et amaracus asphodelusque 
 Ludere, cum loto, vitesque hederseque vagantes 
 Desuper innumeras vento intertexere vittas, 
 Mistaque baccarum in vario cum flore racemo 
 Infula nodosis frondes involvere ramis. 
 
46 TENNYSON. 
 
 " mother Ida, hearken ere I die ! 
 On the tree-tops a crested peacock lit, 
 And o'er him flow'd a golden cloud, and lean'd 
 Upon him, slowly dropping fragrant dew. 
 Then first I heard the voice of her to whom, 
 Coming thro' heaven, like a light that grows 
 Larger and clearer, with one mind the gods 
 Rise up for reverence. She to Paris made 
 Proffer of royal power, ample rule 
 Unquestion'd, overflowing revenue 
 Wherewith to embellish state, ' From many a vale 
 And river-sunder' d champaign clothed with corn, 
 Or labour'd mines undrainable of ore. 
 Honour,' she said, ' and homage, tax and toll, 
 From many an inland town and haven large, 
 Mast-throng'd beneath her shadowing citadel, 
 In glassy bays among her tallest towers.' 
 
 " mother Ida, hearken ere I die ! 
 Still she spake on, and still she spake of power, 
 1 Which in all action is the end of all ; 
 Power fitted to the season ; wisdom-bred 
 And throned of wisdom ; from all neighbour crowns 
 Alliance and allegiance, till thy hand 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 47 
 
 " Ida meam, genitrix, mors advenit, accipe vocem. 
 Turn super arboribus summis delapsa morari 
 Visa, et odoriferum sensim diffundere rorem 
 Aurea cristati nubes pavonis in alas. 
 Protirms audiri, cui per coelestia regna 
 Grassanti, ut lumen majores crescit in orbes, 
 Unanimi assurgunt Superi. ' Tibi regis honores, 
 Intactse ditionis opes, quascunque vel arva 
 Fluminis ad ripas interlabentis amoenas 
 Fertilia effundant, vel terra efFossa metallis 
 Reddat inexhaustis, mea sunt donanda : vel urbes 
 Larga e congestis quse vectigalia gazis 
 Contulerint, pelagique procul cogenda par undas 
 Qua vitreo in portus glomeratos sequore malos 
 Despiciunt veteres summis a turribus arces.' 
 
 " Ida meam, genitrix, mors advenit, accipe vocem. 
 ' A me,' continue, 'tibi derivata vigebit 
 Ilia homini finis rerum, opportuna Potestas, 
 Cui nutrix propriam dederit Sapientia sedem : 
 Unde et finitimi, donee moritura resignet 
 Sceptra manus, reges sociata et subdita jungant 
 
48 TENNYSON. 
 
 Fail from the sceptre -staiF. Such boon from me, 
 From me, heav'n's queen, Paris, to thee king-born, 
 A shepherd all thy life, but^yet king-born, 
 Should come most welcome, seeing men in power 
 Only are likest gods, who have attain'd 
 Rest in a happy place and quiet seats 
 Above the thunder, with undying bliss 
 In knowledge of their own supremacy/ 
 
 " Dear mother Ida, hearken ere I die ! 
 She ceased : and Paris held the costly fruit 
 Out at arm's length, so much the thought of power 
 Flatter' d his spirit ; but Pallas, where she stood 
 Somewhat apart, her clear and bared limbs 
 O'erthwarted with the brazen-headed spear, 
 Upon her pearly shoulder leaning cold, 
 The while, above, her full and earnest eye 
 Over her snow-cold breast and angry cheek 
 Kept watch, waiting decision, made reply : 
 ' Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control, 
 These three alone lead life to sovereign power. 
 Yet not for power (power of herself 
 Would come uncall'd for), but to live by law, 
 Acting the law we live by without fear ; 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 49 
 
 Jura tuis. Tibi, pastor adhuc, sed regia proles, 
 Hsec, regina Deum, quse sint gratissima, servo : 
 Non aliter Dis sequandus, trans fulminis ortum 
 ^Eternam nactis propria inter regna quietem.' 
 
 " Ida meam, genitrix, mors advenit, accipe vocem. 
 Desiit : et Paridem, promisso munere Isetum, 
 Vidi ego tendentem cum optato brachia ponio : 
 Sed Pallas, nudos semota ubi constitit artus 
 Effulgens, humerosque hasta trajecta nitentes, 
 Dum super in niveosque sinus iramque genarum 
 Excubias agerent immoto lumina vultu, 
 1 Te colito : te nosce ipsum :' (sic casta Dearum) 
 1 Te regito : hac itur summi ad fastigia regni. 
 Nee tamen hunc libeat sectando quaerere finem : 
 Sponte aderit. Sapiens unus, cui ponere rectam 
 Vivendi steterit normam. qui ducere norit 
 
50 TENNYSON. 
 
 And, because right is right, to follow right 
 Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.' 
 
 " Dear mother Ida, hearken ere I die ! 
 Again she said : ' I woo thee not with gifts. 
 Sequel of guerdon could not alter me 
 To fairer. Judge thou me by what I am, 
 So shalt thou find me fairest. 
 
 Yet, indeed, 
 
 If, gazing on divinity disrobed, 
 Thy mortal eyes are frail to judge of fair, 
 Unbiass'd with self-profit, oh ! rest thee sure 
 That I shall love thee well and cleave to thee, 
 So that my vigour, wedded to thy blood, 
 Shall strike within thy pulses like a god's, 
 To push thee forward thro' a life of shocks, 
 Dangers, and deeds, until endurance grow 
 Sinew'd with action, and the fullgrown will, 
 Circled thro' all experiences, pure law, 
 Commeasure perfect freedom.' 
 
 " Here she ceased ; 
 
 And Paris pondered, and I cried, ( Paris, 
 Give it to Pallas !' but he heard me not, 
 Or hearing would not hear me, woe is me ! 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 51 
 
 Venturi impavidum securus temporis 
 
 " Ida meam, genitrix, mors advenit, accipe vocem. 
 Deinde : ' Nee illecebris frustra deflectere litem 
 Constitui. Mea non adjecto munere forma 
 Clarior eniteat. Quod sum pulcherrima, per me 
 Ipsa probo. 
 
 Sed et oh ! si contemplata Dearum 
 Nudatam speciem, vincat mortalia iniquum 
 Lumina judicium si fas est fallere lucro 
 Me tibi polliceor. Vegetos tibi detur amores 
 Abdita per cordis rapere, interiusque medullis 
 Illapsam sentire Deam. Sic crescet agendo, 
 Quicquid eris, duree per spreta pericula vitee, 
 Vis assueta pati, et tandem matura voluntas 
 Liberaque et sibimet lex impolluta vigebit.' 
 
 " Dixit : et hserentem dubio certamine mentem 
 Urgebam Paridi : ' Pallas tibi prsemia, Pallas 
 Occupet !' Ah miserse vanos confessa dolores ! 
 Noluit, an nequiit, supremam audire querelam ? 
 
 
52 
 
 TENNYSON. 
 
 " mother Ida, many-fountain'd Ida, 
 Dear mother Ida, hearken ere I die ! 
 Idalian Aphrodite beautiful, 
 Fresh as the foam, new-bath' d in Paphian wells, 
 With rosy slender fingers backward drew 
 From her warm brows and bosom her deep hair 
 Ambrosial, golden round her lucid throat 
 And shoulder : from the violets her light foot 
 Shone rosy-white, and o'er her rounded form, 
 Between the shadows of the vine-bunches, 
 Floated the glowing sunlight, as she moved. 
 
 " Dear mother Ida, hearken ere I die ! 
 She, with a subtle smile in her mild eye, 
 The herald of her triumph, drawing nigh, 
 Half- whisper' d in his ear, * I promise thee 
 The fairest and most loving wife in Greece.' 
 She spoke- and laugh' d : I shut my sight for fear : 
 But when I look'd, Paris had raised his arm, 
 And I beheld great Here's angry eyes, 
 As she withdrew into the golden cloud, 
 And I was left alone within the bower : 
 And from that time to this I am alone, 
 And I shall be alone until I die. 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 53 
 
 " Me miseram exaudi scatebroso a culmine, mater ! 
 Ida meam, genitrix, mors advenit, accipe vocem. 
 Ambrosia collum atque hurneros aurata decoros 
 Csesarie, roseo gracilis quam dextra retorsit 
 Innexam digito, pectus frontemque revelans, 
 Prodiit Idalia e Paphise modo fontibus undse 
 Exoriens, spumse similis Cytherea parent! : 
 Ad motum, tenues mistisque ruboribus albi 
 E violis micuere pedes, teretesque per artus 
 Vitibus incertas super intexentibus umbras, 
 Phosbei mtilam radii difFundere lucem. 
 
 " Ida meam, genitrix, mors advenit, accipe vocem. 
 Mox Dea, fatidico in caput inclinata susurro, 
 Jam victrix, placidoque arridens subdola vultu, 
 ' Sponsam polliceor ; qua sit nee amantior ulla, 
 Nee formam in Danais seque spectanda puellis.' 
 Nee plura, et risit. Mihi defecere paventi 
 Lumina. Suspiciens, Paridis cedentia vidi 
 Brachia, Junonemque aspectu torva minantem, 
 Aurea ut involvit nubes. Ego sola manebam : 
 Sola gemo : solam mors exoptata levabit. 
 
54 
 
 TENNYSON. 
 
 " Yet, mother Ida, hearken ere I die ! 
 Fairest why fairest wife ? Am I not fair 1 
 My love hath told me so a thousand times. 
 Methinks I must be fair, for yesterday, 
 When I pass'd by, a wild and wanton pard, 
 Eyed like the evening star, with playful tail, 
 Crouch'd fawning in the weed. Most loving is she 1 
 Ah me, my mountain shepherd, that my arms 
 Were wound about thee, and my hot lips prest 
 Close, close to thine, in that quick-falling dew 
 Of fruitful kisses, thick as Autumn rains 
 Flash in the pools of whirling Simois. 
 
 " mother, hear me yet, before I die ! 
 They came, they cut away my tallest pines, 
 My dark, tall pines, that plumed the craggy ledge 
 High over the blue gorge, and all between 
 The snowy peak and snow-white cataract 
 Foster' d the callow eaglet from beneath 
 Whose thick mysterious boughs, in the dark morn, 
 The panther's roar came muffled, as I sat 
 Low in the valley. Never, never more 
 Shall lone (Enone see the morning mist 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 " Ida tamen, genitrix, mors advenit, accipe vocem. 
 Scilicet et forma superat 1 Sed nee mihi formam 
 Deesse puer per mille vices iterare solebat. 
 Quinetiam pardus nuper mihi visus eunti 
 Blanditiis (mirum) insolitis, oculosque coruscus 
 Hesperio velut astra polo, per gramina lente 
 Ludere mulcendo, et pedibus subvolvere caudam. 
 Suavior at, dulces melius quae discat amores 2 
 Ah, mihi deliciae ! mea si te brachia cingant 
 Implicitum complexa ! si flagrantia detur 
 Oscula delibare iterumque iterumque labellis, 
 ^Emula contimii roris, qualisve coruscat 
 Multus in autumno Xanthi torrentibus imber ! 
 
 " Extremam, genitrix, mors advenit, accipe vocem. 
 Turn ceesse periere mihi, mea gaudia, pinus, 
 Queis in ccernleam super impendentibus olim 
 Convallem, in foliis nemorosse rupis, et inter 
 Montanasque nives niveseque voraginis sestum, 
 Aeriis aquilse prolem fovere latebris : 
 Unde, per horrentem cseca caligine frondem, 
 Nocte sub incerta, procul ima in valle sedenti 
 Panthera impulerat siu-dis mugitibus aurem. 
 Non ibi, non iterum, mea per pin eta vapores 
 
56 
 
 TENNYSON. 
 
 Sweep thro' them : never see them overlaid 
 With narrow moonlit strips of silver cloud, 
 Between the loud stream and the trembling stars. 
 
 " mother, hear me yet before I die ! 
 I wish that somewhere in the ruin'd folds, 
 Among the fragments tumbled from the glens, 
 Or the dry thickets, I could meet with her, 
 The Abominable, that uninvited came 
 Into the fair Peleian banquet-hall, 
 And cast the golden fruit upon the board, 
 And bred this change : that I might speak my mind, 
 And tell her, to her face, how much I hate 
 Her presence, hated both of gods and men. 
 
 " mother, hear me yet before I die ! 
 Hath he not sworn his love a thousand times, 
 In this green valley, imder this green hill, 
 Ev'n on this hand, and sitting on this stone ] 
 Seal'd it with kisses 1 water'd it with tears 1 
 happy tears, and how unlike to these ! 
 happy heaven, how canst thou see my face 1 
 happy earth, how canst thou bear my weight ? 
 death, death, death, thou ever-floating cloud, 
 There are enough unhappy on this earth, 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 57 
 
 Radere iter rapidum prima sub luce videbo : 
 Nee tremulas inter stellas laticesque sonoros 
 
 Argentea tenues tinget face Cynthia nubes. 
 
 
 
 " Extremam, genitrix, mors advenit, accipe vocem. 
 Ilia mihi in dumis Infanda arentibus olim, 
 Fragmina vel scopulum, sive inter ovilia dudum 
 Deserta, occurrat, quse Dis apud atria Pelei 
 Invitis epulas injecto miscuit auro, 
 Hasque mihi fecit lacrymas : sic impia demum 
 Audiat, et nobis et Dis invisa supremis. 
 
 " Extremam, genitrix, mors advenit, accipe vocem. 
 Nonne mihi toties, hac ipsa in valle sedenti 
 Ad lapidem, perque hanc dextram, juravit amorem, 
 Osculaque et fido lacrymse sanxere sigillo I 
 Heu quales recolo amissa dulcedine fletus ! 
 Felices agri, vosque, o felicia testor 
 Sidera, me nimium et vanas perpessa querelas ! 
 Mors eheu ! niors assidua mortalibus umbra 
 Involitans ! satis est miserum tibi copia prsedse ; 
 
58 
 
 TENNYSON. 
 
 Pass by the happy souls, that love to live : 
 I pray thee, pass before my light of life, 
 And shadow all my soul, that I may die. 
 Thou weighest heavy on the heart within, 
 Weigh heavy on my eyelids : let me die. 
 
 " mother, hear me yet before I die ! 
 I will not die alone, for fiery thoughts 
 Do shape themselves within me, more and more, 
 Whereof I catch the issue, as I hear 
 Dead sounds at night come from the inmost hills, 
 Like footsteps upon wool. I dimly see 
 My far-off doubtful purpose, as a mother 
 Conjectures of the features of her child 
 Ere it is born : her child ! a shudder comes 
 Across me : never child be born of me, 
 Unblest, to vex me with his father's eyes ! 
 
 " mother, hear me yet before I die ! 
 Hear me, earth ! I will not die alone, 
 Lest their shrill, happy laughter come to me, 
 Walking the cold and starless road of death 
 Uncomforted, leaving my ancient love 
 With the Greek woman. I will rise, and go 
 Down into Troy, and, ere the stars come forth, 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 59 
 
 Ne tu felices animas, queis vivere dulce est, 
 Praeripias : hanc invisse mihi lampada vita) 
 Conde tenebrosas involvens caligine noctis. 
 Corda din penitus te persensere receptam 
 Pressa sit baud alio componere lumina leto. 
 
 " Extremam, genitrix, mors advenit, accipe vocem. 
 Non ego Letheeas ibo incomitata per undas : 
 Namque mihi, arcanis si quando oriuntur inanes 
 Montibus, ut pressa in tacitam vestigia lanam, 
 Nocte soni, fervet dubii mens prsescia fati. 
 Auguror incertum facinus, ceu conscia mater 
 Visa sibi ignotse formam prsenoscere prolis : 
 Ut dixi, ut tremui ! Ne sit peperisse, patermim 
 Qui referat vana male natus imagine vultum ! 
 
 " Extremam, genitrix, mors advenit, accipe vocem. 
 Terra eheu ! Stygias non ibo sola per undas, 
 Neve mihi, gelidse tenebroso in tramite mortis, 
 Arguto illudant, nullo solamine, risu, 
 Linquenti veteres Graia cum pellice amores. 
 Troja mihi quserenda. Yelim surgentibus astris 
 
60 
 
 TENNYSON. 
 
 Talk with the wild Cassandra, for she says 
 A fire dances before her, and a sound 
 Rings ever in her ears of armed men. 
 What this may be, I know not ; but I know 
 That, wheresoe'er I am, by night and day, 
 All earth and air seem only burning fire." 
 
 ALFRED TENNYSON. 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 61 
 
 Cassandram affari : cui volvitur ignea semper 
 Ante oculos species, sonat indefessus in aures 
 Nescio quis belli clangor. Mihi nocte dieque 
 Sterna ardetur terram per et sethera flamma." 
 
 L. 
 
6*2 TENNYSON. 
 
 NOT only we, the latest seed of Time, 
 
 New men, that in the flying of a wheel 
 
 Cry down the past, not only we, that prate 
 
 Of rights and wrongs, have lov'd the people well, 
 
 And loath'd to see them over-tax'd : But she 
 
 Did more, and underwent, and overcame, 
 
 The woman of a thousand summers back, 
 
 Godiva, wife to that grim Earl, who rul'd 
 
 In Coventry : for when he laid a tax 
 
 Upon his town, and all the mothers brought 
 
 Their children, clam' ring, " If we pay, we starve !" 
 
 She sought her lord, and found him where he strode 
 
 About the hall, among his dogs, alone, 
 
 His beard a foot before him, and his hair 
 
 A yard behind. She told him of their tears, 
 
 And pray'd him, " If they pay this tax, they starve !" 
 
 Whereat he star'd, replying, half-amaz'd, 
 
 " You would not let your little finger ache 
 
 For such as these ?" " But I would die," said she. 
 
 He laugh' d, and swore by Peter and by Paul : 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 63 
 
 SCILICET oppressas sub iniquo pondere gentes 
 Nos, genus obscurum, durique novissima saecli 
 Progenies, queis jura placent, qui spernimus annos 
 Praeteritos, uni colere et miserescere demum 
 Novimus? At famae victrix melioris honorem 
 Retulit, antiquum spectabilis ilia per aavum 
 Hue usque, immitis conjux Godiva tyranni 
 Cui morem gessere tui, Conventria, cives. 
 
 Qua?, simul imposito (aiebant) peritura tribute 
 Affluere, et miseros visa est ostendere natos 
 Matrum turba loquax, dirum exorare maritum 
 Constituit. Regem spatiantem gressibus amplis, 
 Stipatum canibus, solaque invenit in aula. 
 Ilium barba ingens anteibat, et horrida retro 
 Cassaries longe tremulas fluitabat in auras. 
 Cui supplex, aagro ut gemeret plebecula fletu, 
 Venturamque famem, atque novi mala multa tributi, 
 Narrabat. 
 
 Torvo paulum miratus, ocello^ 
 " Tune velis vel tantillum perferre laboris 
 Ne doleant isti ? >? " Quin et periisse/' reponit. 
 Turn ridens, geminumque obtestans numina Divum, 
 
64 
 
 TENNYSON. 
 
 Then fillip'd at the diamond in her ear; 
 " ay, ay, ay, you talk !" " Alas !" she said, 
 " But prove me what it is I would not do." 
 And from a heart as rough as Esau's hand 
 He answer' d, " Ride you naked thro' the town, 
 And I repeal it :" and nodding, as in scorn, 
 He parted, with great strides among his dogs. 
 
 So left alone, the passions of her mind, 
 As winds from all the compass shift and blow, 
 Made war upon each other for an hour, 
 Till pity won. 
 
 She sent an herald forth, 
 And bid him cry, with sound of trumpet, all 
 Her hard condition ; but that she would loose 
 The people : therefore, as they lov'd her well, 
 From then till noon no foot should pace the street, 
 No eye look down, she passing ; but that all 
 Should keep within, door shut, and window barr'd. 
 
 Then fled she to her inmost bower, and there 
 Unclasp'd the wedded eagles of her belt, 
 The grim Earl's gift : but ever at a breath 
 She linger'd, looking like a summer moon 
 Half-dipt in cloud : anon she shook her head, 
 And shower'd the rippled ringlets to her Jaiee : 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 65 
 
 " Nugae adeo: mera verbal" refert: digitoque lacessens 
 Impulit insignem gemmis pendentibus aurem. 
 " Experiare modo ! " et lacrymas celabat obortas. 
 At regi obriguere joco corda aspera saevo : 
 Annuit illudens : " Urbis tu nuda pererra 
 Compita: clamantes redimas hoc pignore cives:" 
 Haec ille : erupitque ferox, canibusque coactis. 
 
 Flabra per immensum ceu debacchantia ccelum, 
 Non aliter furere, et dubia contendere rixa, 
 Foeminei motus animi. Mox ipsa sibi ipsi 
 Cedit debellata. Amplam qui transeat urbem 
 Praeconem emittit, duri et mandata tyranni 
 Inque suos magnum dominae testetur amorem. 
 Proinde, " Ita qualiacunque mihi donata rependent, 
 Si plateis omnes vacuis, clausisque fenestris 
 Et foribus, maneant intra sua limina cives, 
 Donee Sol medium coeli conscenderit axem." 
 
 Continuo ad thalami rapido penetralia gressu 
 Aufugit : zonaeque, aquilas imitata gemellas, 
 Vincula secernit, truculenti dona tyranni^ 
 Saape tamen dubio pendens, qualisque vaporem 
 Induit aestivas partim velata sub horas 
 Luna. Redundantes genibus tenus inde capillos 
 
66 TENNYSON. 
 
 Unclad herself in haste : adown the stair 
 Stole on : and like a creeping sunbeam, slid 
 From pillar unto pillar, till she reach' d 
 The gateway : there she found her palfrey trapt 
 With purple blazon'd with armorial gold. 
 
 Then she rode forth, cloth' d on with chastity : 
 The deep air listen'd round her as she rode, 
 And all the low wind hardly breath'd for fear. 
 The little wide-mouth' d heads upon the spout 
 Had cunning eyes to see : the barking cur 
 Made her cheek flame : her palfrey's footfall shot 
 Light horrors thro' her pulses : the blind walls 
 Were full of chinks and holes : and overhead 
 Fantastic gables, crowding, star'd : but she 
 Not less thro' all bore up, till, last, she saw 
 The white-flower'd elder-thicket from the field 
 Gleam thro' the Gothic archways in the. wall. 
 
 Then she rode back, cloth' d on with chastity : 
 And one low churl, compact of thankless earth, 
 The fatal byword of all years to come, 
 Boring a little auger-hole in fear 
 Peep'd but his eyes, before they had their will, 
 Were shrivell'd into darkness in his head, 
 And dropt before him. So the Pow'rs, who wait 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 67 
 
 Excussit : trepida exutum deponit amictum : 
 Perque columnarum spatia anfractusque domorum, 
 Ut tacita in mimmi Soils subrepit imago, 
 Delapsa, ad limen vastique extrema palati 
 Venit. Stabat ibi sonipes, dominamque manebat, 
 Purpureis proavum signis auroque decorus. 
 
 Prodiit ; et vestem suscepit nuda Pudorem. 
 At circum intenti pavido vix murmure venti 
 Spirare : effigies sculptseque in fonte figurse 
 Vafris visse oculis inhiare : eanumque ululatu 
 Exarsere genso. Quin et pede lenta caballi 
 Corda resultanti tremere, et levis horror in artus 
 Irruere : in caeco multas sibi pariete fraudes 
 Fingere per tenebras fissique foramina muri : 
 Et super insolitae facies cuneique domorum 
 Undique miratum glomerarier. Ilia tenebat 
 Indefessa viam. Tandem lustraverat urbem : 
 Incurvas tetigit portas, dumetaque vernis 
 Floribus in tacito videt albescentia prato. 
 
 Turn redit : et vestem prsetendit nuda Pudorem. 
 At fait infamis quidam de fsece popelli, 
 Terrarum sordes, et in omne ignobilis sevum, 
 Qui trepide et fatis murum terebraret iniquis, 
 Visurus. Sed enim Superi, qui magna tuentur 
 
 F 2 
 
68 TENNYSON. 
 
 On noble deeds, cancell'd a sense misus'd : 
 And she, that knew not, pass'd : and all at once, 
 With twelve great shocks of sound, the shameless noon 
 Was clash'd and hammer'd from a hundred tow'rs, 
 One after one : but even then she gain'd 
 Her bower : whence reissuing, rob'd and crown' d, 
 To meet her lord, she took the tax away, 
 And built herself an everlasting name. 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 69 
 
 Ausa hoininum, instabant vigiles : et cassa nefandi 
 Propositi subitse tabi excsecata sacrarunt 
 Lumina. Et ilia redux thalamo intemerata resedit : 
 Eaucisonoque fragore et centum d turribus una 
 Ora repercusso multum ingeminata tumultu 
 Flammantem intonuere poll super ardua Phsebum. 
 Deinde suo fastu et proprio diaderaate cincta 
 Egreditur, regemque petit : votoque potita 
 Condidit seternum ventura in ssecula nomen. 
 
 1860. 
 
TRANSLATIONS 
 
 RIGHT HON. W. B. GLADSTONE. 
 
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TRANSLATION. 
 
 73 
 
 EVEN so, belike, might one 
 A lion suckling nurse, 
 Like a foster-son, 
 To his home a future curse. 
 In life's beginnings mild, 
 Dear to sire, and kind to child ; 
 Oft folded in his lord's embrace, 
 Like an infant of the race. 
 Sleek and smiling to the hand, 
 He fawned at want's command. 
 
 But in time he showed 
 
 The habit of his blood. 
 
 His debt of nurture he repaid ; 
 
 The lowing herds he tore, 
 
 A fierce unbidden feast he made, 
 
 And the house was foul with gore. 
 
 Huge grief its inmates overshed, 
 
 Huge mischief, slaughter widely spread ! 
 
 A heaven-sent Priest of Woe 
 
 In the Palace did he grow. 
 
 1836. 
 
74 
 
 HOMERIC HYMN. 
 
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 165178. 
 
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 8' vpev; iraa-ac e/juelo 8e /cat 
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 /covpai, r9 vfJi/Jitv avrjp ^S^crro? aoi&wv 
 TrcoXeZra^, /ecu rep repTrecrOe fjiaKicrra ; 
 ev fiaka iracrai viroKpivacrO' et'^^ft)?' 
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 TOV Traaai ^eroiriCfOev apicrTevovaiv doiSai. 
 
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 avrap e<yu>v ov \r)%co K7]/36\ov 'AiroXkwva 
 vfjbvewv dpryvporogov, ov rjij/co/jios re/ce 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 75 
 
 THEN Artemis with thee, Apollo, smile ! 
 
 Daughters, fare ye well the while ; 
 
 Me too remember, when 
 
 From among the sons of men 
 
 Some wayworn stranger shall inquire 
 
 As he journies by : 
 
 " Whom of the vocal choir, 
 
 damsels, do ye most desire ? 
 Who sweetliest strikes the lyre T 
 Then auspiciously, 
 
 Then with one accord reply : 
 
 " The blind old man, that dwells in high 
 
 And rocky Chios, he is dear ; 
 
 Him we most delight to hear 
 
 All his deathless verse 
 
 Distant ages shall rehearse." 
 
 1 in turn will bear your fame 
 Far as over earth I go, 
 Through cities of renowned name ; 
 And they shall know 
 
 It is the truth that I proclaim. 
 
 Nor will I cease to sing 
 
 The silver-bowed far-darting King, 
 
 Whom Leto bare, 
 
 Leto, with flowing hair. 
 
 1836. 
 
76 HOMEH. 
 
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 JLtyrjpecfrea re 
 
 "E/c\cvy!;av 8' ap OLcrrol ITT at/jucov 
 AVTOV Kivr)6evTo<? o & rfCe 
 r 'E%T eireiT aTrdvevde vewv, /jbera 8* ibv eyice' 
 Aewr) Se fcXayyr] <yevT dpyvpeoio /3iolo. 
 Ovpfja? fj,ev TTp&Tov eTrw^ero, KOI Kvvas dpyov? 
 Avrap eTreLT avTolcrt, y3eXo? e%67reu/ce9 efaels, 
 EaXX'' alel Se irvpal veicvwv KCLLOVTO Oafjueiai* 
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 Tw jap eTrl (frpeal OrjKe Qea Xef/cc6Xei/o9 "Hprj- 
 K^Sero yap Aava&v, on pa 6vr)<TKovras oparo. 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 77 
 
 HE prayed : great Phoebus heard the prayer. 
 Then from Olympian tops in wrath 
 Apollo took his downward path. 
 Well closed and fit his quiver hung ; 
 And, as like Night he swept along, 
 The darts upon his shoulders rang, 
 The silver bow gave deadly clang 
 He sate him from the ships apart : 
 Then issued forth the bitter dart; 
 
 Fleet dogs and mules the first he slew, 
 And next upon the men he drew, 
 And, as he shot, unnumbered fires 
 Streamed upward from the funeral pyres. 
 
 Nine days the lightning arrows flew ; 
 But on the tenth the people sate 
 Called by Achilles for debate. 
 'Twas white-armed Here stirred the thought, 
 For grief to see such carnage wrought. 
 
78 HOMER. 
 
 Battle of t|)e dfouttj ISoofc. 
 IL. IV. 422443. 
 
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 "Opvvr Traoro"UTpov, Zetyvpov vT 
 H6vT(p jJiev ra Trpwra KOpvo-crerai,, avrap 
 Xepcru) pyyvvfjievov /jie<ya\,a Ppe/jueiy a/ju<Ju 8e T' a/cpovs 
 Kvprbv Ibv Kopvfovrai,, aTTOTrrvei, S' aXo9 
 <v /29 TOT' eiracravrepai Aavawv KLVVVTO <j)d 
 NcoXe/jbecos 7roXe/i6^8e* /ce\ve Se olcrw e 
 f H<ye/Ji6vci)V ol 8' d\\oi dicrjv ccrav ouSe KG (fratTj 
 Tbacrov \aov (breaOai e^ovr ev a-rtfOeoriv avSrjv 
 
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TRANSLATION. 
 
 79 
 
 As when the billow gathers fast 
 
 With slow and sullen roar 
 Beneath the keen north-western blast 
 
 Against the sounding shore : 
 First far at sea it rears its crest, 
 
 Then bursts upon the beach, 
 Or with proud arch and swelling breast, 
 
 Where headlands outward reach, 
 It smites their strength, and bellowing flings 
 
 Its silver foam afar ; 
 So, stern and thick, the Danaan kings 
 
 And soldiers marched to war. 
 Each leader gave his men the word, 
 Each warrior deep in silence heard ; 
 So mute they marched, thou could' st not ken, 
 They were a mass of speaking men ; 
 And as they strode, in martial might, 
 Their nickering arms shot back the light. 
 
80 
 
 HOMER. 
 
 Mvplcu e<nr]K 
 
 o9 e*> av\y 
 \evtcbv, 
 
 aicovovaai oira apvv, 
 *fls Tpcocov aXaX?7T09 ai/a crrparov evpvv opcopei* 
 Ov jap Travrwv rjev 6yLt09 ^poo9 ouS' la <yf)pvs, 
 
 Se rou9 /^ez^ *!Apr]$, TO 1)9 Se <y\av/ca)7ri$ ' 
 
 7786 <6/3o9 /cal ej069 a^orov 
 "Apeos dvSpo<j>6voio Kaai'yvrJT'rj erdpT) re, 
 r/ H T' 0X1777 /iez/ Trpwra Kopvcraerai, avrdp 
 Ovpdvo) (7TijpL^6 fcdprj, Kal 7rl 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 81 
 
 But, as at even the folded sheep 
 
 Of some rich master stand, 
 Ten thousand thick their place they keep, 
 
 And bide the milkman's hand, 
 And more and more they bleat, the more 
 
 They hear their lamblings cry ; 
 So from the Trojan host, uproar 
 
 And din rose loud and high. 
 They were a many-voicid throng ; 
 
 Discordant accents there, 
 That sound from many a differing tongue, 
 
 Their differing race declare. 
 These, Mars had kindled for the fight ; 
 Those, starry-eyed Athene's might, 
 And savage Terror, and Affright, 
 And Strife, insatiate of wars, 
 The sister and the mate of Mars ; 
 Strife that, a pigmy at her birth, 
 
 By gathering rumour fed, 
 Soon plants her feet upon the earth 
 
 And in the heaven her head. 
 
82 HOMER. 
 
 of 
 IL. IX. 357365. 
 
 Nvv 8, ejrel ov/c e#eX&> 7roXeyiueyu,ez> ''Etcropi, Sip, 
 Avpiov, Ipa Au pe%a<$ /cal nraai deolcrt,, 
 
 s eu vr\a<$) eTrrjv a\a$e TrpoepvacrcOy 
 
 i, f/v e0e\r]o-()a, /cal alicev TOI ra 
 
 *Hpl //.aX' ' E\\1JO"7TOVTOV 7T 
 
 Nrja$ eyL6a9, ev 8' ai^Spa? epecrcre^evai 
 
 El Se Kev evTrXo'fyv Swr) /cXuro? ^ 
 
 "R^ari /ce Tpirdra) 3>0ir]v epif3(ti\ov IKOL^V. 
 
 "Ecrri Se fjiOi fjid\a TroXXa, ra KoXXiTrov, evddbe eppcw. 
 
TRANSLATION. 83 
 
 " OF fight with Hector will I none. 
 To-morrow, with the rising sun, 
 Each holy rite and office done, 
 I load and launch my Phthian fleet : 
 
 Come, if thou thinkest meet, 
 See, if thou carest for the sight, 
 My ships shall bound in the morning's light, 
 My rowers row with eager might, 
 
 O'er Helle's teeming main. 
 And, if Poseidon give his grace, 
 Then, with but three revolving days, 
 
 I see my home again ; 
 My home of plenty, that I left 
 To fight with Troy ; of sense bereft." 
 
84 
 
 HOMER. 
 
 ftoast of 
 IL. IX. 650-662. 
 
 Ov yap Trplv 7ro\fjiOLO 
 IIplv 7' viov TlpidfJiotsO batfypovos, "Ercropa Siov, 
 MvpfjLiSovwv eiri re K\t,(ria$ /col vr\a^ lfceo-0at, 9 
 KreivovT 'Afryelavf, Kara re o-fjivgai Trvpl 
 'Afji<pl Se roi rfj 'fjifj K\t,crlr) xal vrft 
 E/cropa, Kal fie/jiatoT 
 
 * ol Se e/cacrro9 eX&)i/ 8e 
 
 Trapa vfjas icrav 
 
 ota>. 
 V7re 
 $ 'OSucr- 
 
 IldrpOK\os S' erdpoio-iv ISe Sfjicofjcrt, 
 &OLVIKI o-TOpeo-ai TTVKIVOV Xe%o9 OTTI 
 A I S' eTmreidbiJievai a-ropecrav Xe^o9 5 a>9 K.e\evcre, 
 Ko)ed re, ^77709 re, \ivoio re \7rrbv aa)Tov' 
 * o yepaiv /careXe/CTO, /cal 'Hw Slav 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 " I WILL not think of battle more, 
 I will not bathe my hand in gore, 
 Till gallant Hector, Priam's son, 
 By sword and fire his way hath won 
 To this my camp, to these my fleet. 
 Then, issuing from my lone retreat, 
 By MY dark ships I think to stay 
 Keen Hector on his conquering way." 
 
 They pledged him in the parting cup, 
 And back along the shore they sped ; 
 
 Odysseus led the way. Rose up 
 Patroclus, and bade strew the bed 
 For Phoenix. Maids and men obeyed ; 
 The thick soft couch apace they laid, 
 With fleece and finest linen made. 
 There white-haired Phoenix had repose 
 Until the glorious morn arose. 
 
HOMER. 
 
 iitattlc of tljc 
 
 IL. XL 6783. 
 
 Ol S', &ar dfjirjrrjpe^ evdvrioi dX\,rj\ot,cnv 
 "Oyjjuov eXavvov&w, dvSpbs fjidicapos /car' dpovpav, 
 Hvpwv, YI Kpidwv, ra Se Spdy/^ara rapffrea irfarret* 
 ' v /29 Tpcoe? Kal 'A%aiol GTT d\\r)Xoicri, Oopbvres 
 AYIOVV, ovS* Tpoi fJiVtoOirf 6\oolo fybftoio* 
 >7 Jcra9 8' v(7p,[vr) K(f)a\ds e^ov ol Se, \VKOL W9, 
 &VVQV "Epis 8' dp 1 e^aipe TroXvarovos elaopbcoaa' 
 OUrj fydp pa Oewv 7rap6Tvy%av 
 Ol S' aXkoi ov (r<f)iv irdpeaav deol, d\\d 
 Ola iv evl fJieydpoicTL KaOeiaro' ri 
 dco/JLara /ca\& rerv/cro Kara 
 Havre? 8' yriocovTo /ceXaivecfrea Kpovtcova, 
 Ovve/c dpa Tpcoeo-criv e/3ov\ro KV&OS opegai. 
 Twv fJiev dp 9 ovic d\eyi% Trarrfp' 6 Se, VQG$I 
 Twv aXktov aTrdvevOe /caOe^ero fcvSe't yatcov, 
 Elo-opocov Tpci)a)V re TroXiv Kal vrjas 'A%cucov, 
 Xa\/cov re o-repOTrrjv, ohXvvra? r\ o\\vfjivov? re. 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 87 
 
 As in some rich man's domain 
 
 The reapers drawn in rows, 
 Eight down the furrows shear the grain, 
 
 And still their labour grows, 
 And thick the armfuls fall as rain ; 
 So Trojan and Achaean might 
 
 Each on the other leapt ; 
 None turned from fight to cursed flight, 
 
 But even battle kept. 
 
 They raged like wolves. With deadly smile 
 Fell Strife sate lowering by the while ; 
 She singly of the gods was there, 
 The rest abode in upper air ; 
 Deep-valed Olympus all enshrouds, 
 
 Each in his beauteous palace calm, 
 Each blaming Zeus, the king of clouds, 
 
 Who willed to Troy the victor's palm. 
 The Sire he held their murmurs light, 
 
 And drawing far away, 
 He sate, exulting in his might, 
 
 And overlooked the bay, 
 The ships of the Achseans, 
 
 The city on the plain, 
 The flashing of the brazen arms, 
 
 The slayers and the slain. 
 
88 HOMER. 
 
 vT|)c presentation of tl)o 
 IL. XIX. 1-18. 
 
 
 pod)V 
 
 *H 8' 69 ^0-9 i/cave, 0eov Trdpa Swpa tyepovaa. 
 Evpe Se TlaTpoKkq* Trepi/celfjievov ov <f>t\ov vibv, 
 KXat'ovra X(-7ew9* 7roXee9 8' a/xc^)' avrov kralpoi 
 MvpovS*" f) 8' ez; roicTi Trapiararo Sla 
 'Ev r dpa ol (frv X L P^> /7ro ? T ' e^ar', e/c T' 
 
 Temov efjbov, TOVTOV pev eaaoiJiev, 
 KeicrOcu, 7rei$r) Trpcora Oeoyv IOTIJTI 
 Tvvrj 8' * H(palcrTOLO irdpa K\vra 
 Ka\a yu-aV, oV OVTTO) Ti9 dvrjp W/JLOICTI 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 89 
 
 FAIR Morn, in saffron vest bedight, 
 Brought mortals and Immortals light 
 
 From Ocean's wave- worn bed ; 
 And Thetis to the Trojan shore 
 The Gift of skilled Hephaestus bore. 
 
 Embracing still the hapless dead, 
 
 In piteous weeping sore bested, 
 Achilles lay. Around their Chief 
 His comrades drooped, in speechless grief. 
 To them the queenly goddess came, 
 And held his hand, and named his name. 
 
 " Achilles, up ! Let be the dead, 
 Whom heaven's high doom hath vanquished. 
 Let be thy grief: these Arms are thine, 
 Arms fashioned by a hand divine, 
 Arms such as never mortal wore." 
 
90 HOMER. 
 
 A /29 apa (frcovrja-acra 0ea Kara rev^e WrjKe 
 TlpoaOev y A^\\rjo^ TO. S' ave^pa^e SalSa\a Trdvra. 
 Mvpp&ovas S' apa iravras eXe rpoaos, ouSe 
 "Avrirjv cifftteew, d\\* erpeaav avrap ' 
 r fl$ elS\ w? JMV fJioXkov eSv %6Xo5* ev Se ol ocrcre 
 Aeivov VTTO ftXetydpcov, a>crel creXa?, e%e<f>dav6ev 
 TepTrero $ ev ^eipeacnv e%a)v deov dyXaa Swpa. 
 
TRANSLATION. 91 
 
 The goddess laid them on the floor. 
 They rattling shot a thousand rays. 
 With trembling and bewildered gaze, 
 The Myrmidons beheld the blaze ; 
 But when Achilles saw them shine, 
 The glorious handiwork divine, 
 Then hotter flamed his smouldering ire, 
 Then shot his eyes their lightning fire, 
 And, while the gorgeous Gift he held, 
 With deadly joy his bosom swelled. 
 
HOMER. 
 
 of tfce ijorgc #ant|)ug. 
 IL. XIX. 403418. 
 
 a^ 009, ac/>ap 8' rj/iucre /captjari,, Tracra Se %a/T7;, 
 e%pi7rov<Ta Trapa 
 8' eQijtce 6e 
 
 Kal \irjv d en vvv ye craoocrojAev, oftpifju * 
 'AX\,d roi eyyvdev rj/^ap oXeOpcov, ov$e TOL rj 
 ALTLOI, aXXa 0eo9 re jJLeyas Kal Molpa fcparairj. 
 OvSe yap rj/jLerepy /SpaSvrrjrl re, i/e^eA/T? re, 
 O-TT' &fjwiiv Harpo/c^ov rev^e eXoi/ro* 
 &PKTTOS, ov rjvKOfjios re/ce ArjTO), 
 "E/crav evl 7rpo/jid%oi,cn, Kal "Efcropi, /cu8o9 eSco/ce. 
 Nwi Be /cat /cev a/jua irvoirj Ze<pvpoio Oeoi/jiev, 
 r 'Hv7rep e\a<f)pOTa,Tr]V (f)d& e^^evai' aXXa <TOI 
 M6pcnp,QV ecrri, dew re Kal avepi Ifa SafJirjvac. 
 A /29 apa (jxtivtfcravTos ^Epivvves ecr^eOov av&ijv* 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 93 
 
 HANGING low his auburn head, 
 
 Sweeping with his mane the ground, 
 From beneath his collar shed, 
 
 Xanthus, hark ! a voice hath found, 
 Xanthus of the flashing feet ; 
 White-armed Here gave the sound. 
 
 " Lord Achilles, strong and fleet, 
 Trust us, we will bear thee home ; 
 Yet cometh nigh thy day of doom ; 
 No doom of ours, but doom that stands 
 By God and mighty Fate's commands. 
 'Twas not that we were slow or slack 
 Patroclus lay a corpse, his back 
 All stripped of arms by Trojan hands. 
 The prince of Gods, whom Leto bare, 
 Leto with the flowing hair, 
 He forward fighting did the deed, 
 And gave to Hector glory's meed. 
 In toil for thee, we will not shun 
 Against e'en Zephyr's breath to run, 
 Swiftest of winds ; but all in vain ; 
 By god and man shalt thou be slain." 
 
 He spake : and here, his words among, 
 Erinus bound his faltering: tongue. 
 
94 HOMER. 
 
 of tl)c tiog 
 OD. XVII. 300327. 
 
 "EvOa KVtov fcetr "Apyos eV/T 
 Ar] Tore 7', 009 evovjcrev 'OSucrcrea 777)9 ebvra, 
 Ovpfj /j,ev p o j eo-Tjve KOI ovara Kaftpakev a/j,<f)a), 
 S' ov/cer 7reira Bwrjaaro olo avaKTOS 
 V avrap 6 voo-fyw i&cov aTro/Jbop^aro Sd/cpv, 
 'Pela \a0cov EV/JLCIIOV, a$ap $ epeeivero 
 66 Ev/Jiai, TI fjid\a Oavfjia KVCOV oSe /ceir evl 
 Ka\09 p<ev Se/Jias ecrrlv, drop roSe 7' ov crd^a olSa, 
 El 8?) Kal Ta^U9 ecr/ee 6ke.iv eirl ellSe'i 
 *H aurft)9 olot re T/}a7T 
 TtyvovT' dryXafys S' eveicev /co/jueovcriv civa/cres" 
 
 Tov S' aTra^ei^ofJbevo^ Trpoaety'rjs, EvfJiaie avftwra 
 " Kal \i7jv dvSpos 76 K 
 El rotocrS' eirj rjfjiev Se/jias r)$e Kal epya, 
 Olbv fjiiv TpolyvSe KIGOV KareXeiTrev ' 
 Al^rd /ce OrjrjcraLO IScov ra^vrrjTa Kal d 
 Ov fjbev <ydp rt (frvyecrKe (SaOe'iys fBevdeaw 
 K.v(i&a\,ov, om SI'OITO' Kal l^vecfi, yap 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 95 
 
 THERE Argus lay, with vermin vext. 
 
 Then as he saw Odysseus near, 
 He wagged the tail, and crouched the ear, 
 Yet for old age he could not move 
 Toward the master of his love. 
 Odysseus, hiding, wiped the tear, 
 And asked Eumaeus of his cheer. 
 
 " A marvel this, Eumaeus, here. 
 How lies a dog, so fair to see, 
 In mire ? I wonder, now, if he, 
 As fair to see, be swift to run ? 
 Or like the table-dogs we know, 
 The pets, that masters keep for show?" 
 
 To whom Eumseus next begun : 
 " Too true : he was the dog of one 
 A marvel on the foot of game, 
 Who died afar. Were he the same 
 In form and force, as on the day 
 When great Odysseus went his way 
 For Troy, then shouldst thou gaze, and say, 
 Beholding all his strength and speed, 
 He was a dog of chase indeed. 
 
96 HOMER. 
 
 Nvv &' e-^erat /caKoTijTi, aval; Se ol a\\o0i Trdrprj? 
 o, rov Se <yvva'i/cs ex/c^See? ov 
 S', evr av fJbrjKer eTriKparewo'Lv 
 eireiT e06\ov<7LV evaicTifjia epyd^eaOai,' 
 <ydp r dpeTrjs airoalvvrai evpvojra Zevs 
 'Avepos, vr av JJLLV Kara Sov\iov rj/Jiap \y<riv" 
 f /2? eiTTGW elcrri\6e SO/JLOVS evvaierdovra^ 
 Brj 8' Wv$ /Jieydpoio fj,era jjLvrjo-rrjpa^ ayavovs. 
 "Apyov 8' av Kara Molp eXaySei/ /ieXai^o? Qavdroio 
 AVTLK iSovr *Ovcrria eeifcocrrq) eviavrw. 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 97 
 
 What beast his speed might overtake, 
 He grappled in the deep wood's brake. 
 But now, in sorry plight bested, 
 His lord in lands far distant dead, 
 He droops. The women give no heed. 
 
 'Tis thus that bondsfolk still behave : 
 No longer in their master's view, 
 No more they care the right to do. 
 
 The day that makes the freeman slave, 
 Wide-seeing Zeus, that evil day, 
 Himself takes half the man away." 
 
 Eumaeus- said, and passed the gate ; 
 And, where the haughty Suitors sate, 
 The swineherd straight came near. 
 Then, in the twentieth year, 
 Odysseus by his side, 
 Argus saw, and died. 
 
 1858-9. 
 
HORACE. 
 
 ant) 
 CD. III. 9. 
 
 HORACE. Donee gratus eram tibi, 
 
 Nee quisquam potior brachia Candidas 
 
 Cervici juvenis dabat ; 
 Persarum vigui rege beatior. 
 
 LYDIA. Donee non alia magis 
 
 Arsisti, neque erat Lydia post Chloen ; 
 
 Multi Lydia nominis, 
 Romana vigui clarior Ilia. 
 
 HORACE. Me nunc Thressa regit Chloe, 
 
 Dulces docta modos, et citharae sciens ; 
 
 Pro qua non metuam mori, 
 Si parcent animaa fata superstiti. 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 99 
 
 HOR. While no more welcome arms could twine 
 Around thy snowy neck, than mine ; 
 Thy smile, thy heart, while I possest, 
 Not Persia's monarch lived as blest. 
 
 LYDIA. While thou didst feel no rival flame, 
 Nor Lydia next to Chloe came ; 
 O then thy Lydia's echoing name 
 Excelled e'en Ilia's Roman fame. 
 
 HOR. Me now Threician Chloe sways, 
 
 Skilled in soft lyre and softer lays ; 
 My forfeit life I'll freely give, 
 So she, my better life, may live. 
 
i 
 
 100 HORACE. 
 
 LYDIA. Me torret face mutua 
 
 Thurini Calais filius Ornyti ; 
 
 Pro quo bis patiar mori 
 Si parcent puero fata superstiti. 
 
 HORACE. Quid, si prisca redit Venus, 
 Diductosque jugo cogit aheneo ; 
 
 Si flava excutitur Chloe, 
 Rejectaeque patet janua Lydiae ? 
 
 LYDIA. Quanquam sidere pulchrior 
 
 Ille est, tu levior cortice, et improbo 
 
 Iracundior Adria ; 
 Tecum vivere amem, tecum obeam libens. 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 101 
 
 LYDIA. The son of Ornytus inspires 
 
 My burning breast with mutual fires ; 
 I'll face two several deaths with joy, 
 So Fate but spare my Thurian boy. 
 
 HOR. What, if our ancient love awoke, 
 
 And bound us with its golden yoke ; 
 
 If auburn Chloe I resign, 
 
 And Lvdia once again be mine ? 
 
 LYDIA. Though brighter than a star is he, 
 Thou, rougher than the Adrian sea, 
 And fickle as light bark ; yet I 
 With thee would live, with thee would die. 
 
 1858. 
 
102 CATULLUS. 
 
 CatuHug to 
 CARM. LI. 
 
 ILLE mi par esse deo videtur, 
 I lie, si fas est, superare divos, 
 Qui sedens adversus identidem te 
 Spectat et audit 
 
 Dulce ridentem. Misero quod omnes 
 Eripit sensus mihi ; nam simul te, 
 Lesbia aspexi, niliil est super mi. 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 103 
 
 HIM rival to the gods I place, 
 
 Him loftier yet, if loftier be, 
 Who, Lesbia, sits before thy face, 
 
 Who listens and who looks on thee ; 
 
 Thee smiling soft. Yet this delight 
 Doth all my sense consign to death ; 
 
 For when thou dawnest on my sight, 
 
 Ah wretched ! flits my labouring breath.* 
 
 * By borrowing from the beautiful Ode of Sappho, which 
 is the prototype if not the original of Catullus, 1 have filled 
 up the gap, in the sense as well as in the metre, which 
 the Latin presents to us. The first stanza of the Greek 
 closes thus 
 
104 HORACE. 
 
 Lingua sed torpet : tennis sub artus 
 Flamma dimanat : sonitu suopte 
 Tintinant aures ; gemina teguntur 
 Lumina nocte. 
 
 Otium, Catulle, tibi molestum est ; 
 Otio exultasj nimiumque gestis : 
 Otium et reges prius, et beatas 
 Perdidit urbes. 
 

 TRANSLATION. 
 
 105 
 
 My tongue is palsied. Subtly hid 
 
 Fire creeps me through from limb to limb : 
 
 My loud ears tingle all unbid : 
 
 Twin clouds of night mine eyes bedim. 
 
 Ease is thy plague ; ease makes thee void, 
 Catullus, with these vacant hours, 
 
 And wanton : ease, that hath destroyed 
 
 Great kings, and states with all their powers. 
 
 1859. 
 
106 DANTE. 
 
 to 
 OD. I. 5. 
 
 Quis inulta gracilis te puer in rosa 
 Pcrfusus liquidis urget odoribus 
 Grato, Pyrrha sub antro ? 
 Cui flavam religas com am 
 
 Simplex munditiis ? Hen quoties fidem 
 Mutatosque deos flebit, et aspera 
 Nigris sequora ventis 
 Emirabitur in&olens, 
 
 Qui nunc te fruitur credulus aurea, 
 Qui semper vacuam, semper amabilem 
 Sperat, nescius auroe 
 
 Fallacis. Miseri, quibus 
 
 Intentata nites. Me tabula sacer 
 Votiva paries indicat uvida 
 Vestimenta potenti 
 
 Suspendisse maris deo. 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 107 
 
 WHAT scented stripling, Pyrrha, wooes thee now 
 
 In pleasant cavern, all with roses fair ? 
 For whom those yellow tresses bindest thou 
 With simple care ? 
 
 Full oft shall he thine altered faith he wail, 
 
 His altered gods ; and his unwonted gaze 
 Shall watch the waters darken to the gale 
 In wild amaze. 
 
 Who now believing gloats on golden charms; 
 
 Who hopes thee ever kind and ever void ; 
 Nor, hapless ! knows the changeful wind's alarms, 
 Nor thee, untried. 
 
 For rne, let Neptune's temple-wall declare 
 
 How, safe-escaped, in votive offering 
 My dripping garments own, suspended there, 
 Him Ocean-king. 
 
 1859. 
 
108 DANTE. 
 
 INFERNO, C. XXXIII. 178. 
 
 LA bocca sollevb dal fiero pasto 
 Quel peccator, forbendola ai capelli 
 Del capo ch' egli avea diretro guasto. 
 
 Poi comincib ; tu vuoi ch' io rinnovelli 
 Disperato dolor, che il cuor mi preme 
 Gia pur pensando pria ch' io ne favelli. 
 
 Ma se le mie parole esser den seme 
 Che frutti infamia al traditor ch' io rodo, 
 Paiiare e lagrimar vedrai insieme. 
 
 Io 11011 so chi tu se', ne per qual modo 
 Venuto se' quaggiu ; ma Fiorentino 
 Mi sembri veramente, quand' io t' odo. 
 
 Tu dei saper, ch' io fui '1 conte Ugolino ; 
 E questi T Arcivescovo Ruggieri : 
 Or ti diro, perch' io son tal vicino. 
 
 Che per 1' efFetto de' suo' ma' pensieri, 
 Fidandomi di lui, io fossi preso 
 E poscia morto, dir non e mestieri. 
 
 Perb, quel che non puoi avere inteso, 
 Cioe, come la morte mia fu cruda, 
 Udirai, e saprai se m' ha ofFeso. 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 109 
 
 THE grim offender from his savage feast 
 Lifted his mouth ; and wiped it with the hair 
 Of th' head unseemly mauled that he released ; 
 
 Then thus began. " Am I anew to bear 
 Desperate grief, that weighs my heart adown, 
 Even as I think on what I shall declare 1 
 
 Yet, if my words may, as a seed is sown, 
 Bring shame to the foul traitor that I gnaw, 
 In weeping I will speak. One all unknown 
 
 Thou com'st : unknown, by what decree or law 
 Thus low thou didst descend : but Florentine 
 I guess thy race, by what I heard, not saw. 
 
 Thou hast to learn, I was Count Ugoline : 
 He, Roger, hight Archbishop. Now I tell 
 The cause of this ill neighbourship of mine. 
 
 How by his evil thought's effect it fell, 
 That I, in him confiding, was ensnared 
 And put to death, thou, all men, know full well. 
 
 But what to boot I trow thou hast not heard, 
 The manner of my death how horrible, 
 Hear now, and judge, if ill by him I fared. 
 
110 DANTE. 
 
 Breve pertugio dentro dalla muda 
 La qual per me ha il titol della Fame, 
 E' n che conviene ancor ch' altri si chiuda, 
 
 M' avea mostrato per lo suo forame 
 Piii lune gia, quand' io feci '1 mal sonno 
 Che del futuro mi squarcib 1 velame. 
 
 Questi pareva a me maestro e donno 
 Cacciando il lupo e i lupicini al monte 
 Perche i Pisan' veder Lucca non ponno. 
 
 Con cagne magre, studiose, e conte, 
 Gualandi con Sismondi e con Lanfranchi 
 S' avea messi dinanzi dalla fronte. 
 
 In picciol corso mi pareano stanchi 
 Lo padre e i figli, e con V agute sane 
 Mi parea lor veder fender li nanchi. 
 
 Quand' io fui desto innanzi la dimane, 
 Pianger senti' fra '1 sonno i miei figliuoli, 
 Ch' eran con meco, e dimandar del pane. 
 
 Ben se' crudel, se tu gia non ti duoli, 
 Pensando cib che al mio cuor s' annunziava : 
 E se non piangi, di che pianger suoli ? 
 
 Gia eran desti \ e P ora s' appressava 
 Che '1 cibo ne soleva esser addotto, 
 E per suo sogno ciascun dnbitava. 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 Ill 
 
 A narrow orifice within the cell 
 (Which yet from me, they call the Famine Jail, 
 And wherein others, after me, must dwell,) 
 
 Had shewn me many moons both wax and fail 
 Through its dim passage, when I slept the sleep 
 That rent in twain the future's darksome veil. 
 
 A mighty lord, He seemed the plain to sweep, 
 Chasing the wolf and cubs toward the hill 
 Which Luccan towers from Pisan eyes doth keep. 
 
 With dogs high-bred and lean, of eager skill, 
 By the Gualandi the Sismondi rides, 
 And the Lanfranchi helps his train to fill. 
 
 Too short, too short the wasting strength abides 
 Of sire or sons : I seemed to see the stroke, 
 As the keen fangs dug through the weltering sides. 
 
 When I the first, ere break of morn, awoke, 
 I heard my sons moan faintly in their sleep 
 That with me dwelt, and bread for life invoke. 
 
 Oh thou art hard, if careless yet thou keep, 
 Learning the then sad presage of my thought ! 
 Oh weep for this, if aught can make thee weep. 
 
 The wonted hour for victuals to be brought 
 Was near at hand : they were awake, and stirred ; 
 But each one, for his dream, was vexed with doubt. 
 
DANTE. 
 
 Ed io senti' chiavar 1' uscio di sotto 
 All' orribile torre : ond' io guardai 
 Nel viso a' mie' figliuoli senza far motto : 
 
 Io non piangeva, si dentro impietrai : 
 Piangevan elli : ed Anselmuccio mio 
 Disse : Tu giiardi si, padre ; che hai ? 
 
 Pero non lagrimai : ne rispos' io 
 Tutto quel giomo, ne la notte appresso, 
 Infin ehe 1' altro Sol nel mondo uscio. 
 
 Come un poco di raggio si fu messo 
 Nel doloroso carcere, ed io scorsi 
 Per quattro visi il mio aspetto stesso, 
 
 Ambo le man! per dolor mi morsi : 
 E quei, pensando ch' io '1 fessi per voglia 
 Di manicar, di subito levorsi, 
 
 E disser : Padre, assai ci fia men doglia 
 Se tu mangi di noi : tu ne vestisti 
 Queste misere carni, e tu le spoglia. 
 
 Quetami allor, per non farli piu tristi : 
 Quel di, e V altro stemmo tutti muti : 
 Ahi dura terra, perche non t' apristi ] 
 
 Posciache fummo al quarto di venuti, 
 Gaddo mi si gittb disteso a' piedi, 
 Dicendo : Padre mio, che non m' ajuti ? 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 113 
 
 Aye then, the doorway locked beneath I heard 
 Of that infernal tower : I gazed upon 
 The faces of my sons without a word. 
 
 I wept not ; inwardly I turned to stone : 
 They wept ; and first my dearling Anselm said, 
 "What ails thee, Father 1 such thy look is grown V y 
 
 I shed no tear for this : nor answered 
 All that same day : nor till the night was gone : 
 At last, another sun was overhead. 
 
 Then, as a scanty ray of light there shone 
 Into the doleful dungeon, and I read 
 In their four aspects what must be mine own, 
 
 I bit both hands for anguish, hard bestead : 
 But they, misdeeming it was for distress 
 Of hunger, in a moment rose, and said, 
 
 " Feed, Father dear, on us, so we the less 
 Shall grieve : do thou, who didst our flesh bestow, 
 Strip off these miserable limbs their dress." 
 
 I held my peace ; words had but fed their woe. 
 Mute that day, mute the next, did we abide ; 
 Merciless earth, that didst not yawn below ! 
 
 But when there came another morning tide 
 Then Gaddo fell ; and, by my feet reclined, 
 " My Father, wherefore help'st me not f he cried ; 
 
114 DANTE. 
 
 Quivi mori : e, come tu mi vedi, 
 Vid' io cascar li tre ad uno ad uno, 
 Tra 1 quinto di e '1 sesto : ond' io mi diedi 
 
 Gia cieco a brancolar sopra ciascuno, 
 E due di gli chiamai poiche fur 'morti : 
 Poscia, piu che '1 dolor pote '1 digiuno." 
 
 Quand' ebbe detto cio, con gli occhi torti 
 Riprese '1 teschio misero co' denti 
 Che furo all' osso, come d' un can, forti. 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 115 
 
 And lived no more. I, whom they left behind, 
 I saw those three fall slowly, one by one, 
 In the fifth day and sixth : and, now all blind, 
 
 I groped about me after every son : 
 Two days I called upon their names, though dead ; 
 Then, grief was worsted, and the Famine won." 
 
 With savage glance awry, when he had said, 
 He griped anew the wretched scull ; his teeth 
 Sharp as a mastiff's on that caitiff head. 
 
 1837. 
 
 i 2 
 
116 DANTE. 
 
 PURGATORIO, C. XL 1 21. 
 
 PADRE nostro, che ne' cieli stai, 
 
 Non circoscritto, ma per piu amore 
 Ch' a' primi effetti di lassu tu hai ; 
 
 Lodato sia 1 tuo nome e '1 tuo valore 
 Da ogni creatura, com' e degno 
 Di render grazie al tuo dolce vapore. 
 
 Vegna ver noi la pace del tuo regno, 
 Che noi ad essa non potem da noi, 
 S' ella non vien, con tutto nostro 'ngegno. 
 
 Come del suo voler gli angeli tuoi 
 Fan sagrificio cantando Osanna, 
 Cosi facciano gli uomini de' suoi. 
 
 Da oggi a noi la cotidiana manna, 
 
 Senza la qual per quest' aspro diserto 
 A retro va chi piu di gir s' affanna. 
 
 E come noi lo mal ch' avem sofferto 
 
 Perdoniamo a ciascuno, e tu perdona 
 Benigno, e non guardar al nostro merto. 
 
 Nostra virtu, che di leggier s' adona, 
 
 Non spermentar con T antico avversaro, 
 Ma libera da lui, che si la sprona. 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 117 
 
 FATHER ours, that dwellest in the sky, 
 
 Not circumscribed, but for Thy love intense 
 To Thy first Emanations there on high ; 
 
 Let each and every creature that hath sense 
 
 Praise Thee, Thy name, Thy goodness, as 'tis fit 
 They render thanks for Thy warm effluence. 
 
 Thy kingdom come ; Thy peace too come with it, 
 Which, if it come not by Thy gift divine, 
 Comes not to us by strength of human wit. 
 
 As of their wills the angel Powers to Thine, 
 Chanting Hosanna, render sacrifice 
 So may we men our human wills resign. 
 
 Each day give daily manna from the skies, 
 
 Without the which, in this rough desert place 
 He backward slides who forward busiest hies. 
 
 And as we pardon each to each, efface 
 
 And blot away, benign, our heavier debt, 
 Nor hold our ill deserts before Thy face. 
 
 Our virtue, weak and easily beset, 
 
 Oh hazard not with the inveterate foe 
 That vexeth sore ; but free us from his net. 
 
 1835. 
 
118 DANTE. 
 
 of y (ccartia. 
 PARADISO, c. III. 7087. 
 
 FRATE, la nostra volontk quieta 
 
 Virtft di carita ; che fa volerne 
 Sol quel ch' avemo ; e d' altro non ci asseta. 
 Se disiassimo esser piti superne 
 
 Foran discordi gli nostri disiri 
 Dal voler di Colui, che qui ne cerne. 
 Che vedrai non capere in quest! giri, 
 
 S' essere in caritate e qui necesse, 
 E se la sua natura ben rimiri. 
 Anzi e formale ad esto beato esse 
 
 Tenersi dentro alia divina voglia, 
 Perch' una fansi nostre voglie stesse. 
 Si che, com' noi siam di soglia in soglia 
 
 Per questo regno, a tutto '1 regno piace, 
 Com' allo Re, ch' in suo voler ne 'nvoglia. 
 In la sua volontade e nostra pace : 
 
 Ella e quel mare, al qual tutto si muove 
 Cio ch' ella cria, o che Natura face. 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 119 
 
 LOVE by his virtue, Brother, hath appeased 
 
 Our several wills : he causeth us to will 
 But what we have, all other longings eased. 
 Did we desire a region loftier still, 
 
 Such our desire were dissonant from His, 
 Who bade us each our several station fill : 
 A thing impossible in these spheres of bliss 
 
 If whoso dwelleth here, in Love alone 
 Must dwell, and if Love's nature well thou wis. 
 Within the will Divine to set our own 
 
 Is of the essence of this Being blest, 
 For that our wills to one with His be grown. 
 So, as we stand throughout the realms of rest, 
 
 From stage to stage, our pleasure is the King's, 
 Whose will our will informs, by Him imprest. 
 In His Will is our peace. To this all things 
 
 By Him created, or by Nature made, 
 As to a central Sea, self-motion brings. 
 
 1835. 
 
120 MANZONI. 
 
 dfrom tf)* Cinque JWaggio ; or, fce on tjc 
 of Xapoleoiu 
 
 OH quante volte al tacito 
 Morir d' un giorno inerte, 
 Chinati i rai fulminei, 
 Le braccia al sen conserte, 
 Stette, e de' di che furono 
 L' assalse il sovvenir : 
 Ei ripenso le mobili 
 Tende, e i pereossi valli, 
 E ? 1 lampo de' manipoli, 
 E 1' onda de' cavalli, 
 E '1 concitato imperio, 
 E '1 celere ubbidir. 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 121 
 
 How often, as the listless day 
 
 In silence died away, 
 
 With lightning eye deprest, 
 
 And arms across upon his breast ; 
 
 He stood, and Memory's rushing train 
 
 Came down on him amain : 
 
 The breezy tents he seemed to see, 
 
 And the battering cannon's course, 
 
 And the flashing of the infantry, 
 
 And the torrent of the horse, 
 
 And the quick ecstatic word, 
 
 Obeyed as soon as heard. 
 
122 SCHILLER. 
 
 wit 
 
 3u Qlacfyen, in feiner Jtaiferpracfyt, 
 
 3m altertfyitmtidjen aate, 
 @ap tfonig 9lubofy$8 tyeitige 
 
 SBetym feftlicfyen ^ron 
 Sie @^ifen trug ber ^Pfoljgraf beg 
 ^ fdjenf te ber SB5^mc- be ^erlenbcn 
 
 Unb ade bie SBa^Ier, bie @ie6en, 
 S0?ie ber terne E^or urn bie onne fic^ petit, 
 tlmftanben gef^dftig ben ^errfc!;er ber SBett, 
 
 Sie SBurbe oed 9lmte8 ju itben. 
 
 Unb rings erfuflte ben ^o^en SBalfon 
 in freub'gem ebrange; 
 mifcfyte ftc^ in ber ^ofannen Son 
 
 jauc^jenbe Olufen ber SWenge; 
 S)cnn geenbigt nac^ tangent xerberblic^en treit 
 SSar bie taiferlofe, bie fcfyrecfltcfje Sett; 
 
 Unb ein 9fticfyter irar trieber auf (Svben. 
 Sfticfyt Blinb me^r ivattet ber eiferne peer, 
 
 fiirc^tet ber c^wad^e, ber ffriebttc^e met;r, 
 SSeute u werben. 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 123 
 
 of P 
 
 THE ancient hall of Aix was bright; 
 
 The Coronation-board beside 
 Sate King Rodolph's anointed might, 
 
 In Kaiser's pomp and pride : 
 His meat was served by the Palatine, 
 Bohemia poured the sparkling wine ; 
 
 The Seven Electors every one 
 Stood, fast about the wide-world's King, 
 Each his high function following, 
 
 Like the planets round the sun. 
 
 The people, in their joyous throng, 
 
 The galleries o'er him crowd, 
 And the wild trumpet's tone prolong 
 
 With acclamations loud ; 
 The kingless time is brought to close, 
 The desperate struggle to repose, 
 
 Earth has a Judge again to-day ; 
 No more prevails the iron spear, 
 Nor the feeble and the peaceful fear 
 
 To be the mighty's prey. 
 
124 SCHILLER. 
 
 Unb ber Jtaifer ergreift ben golfc'nen $ofat, 
 
 Unb fyricfyt mit jnfriebenen SBlicfen : 
 ,,$Bo^l gtan$et bag geft, wofyl grange! bag 
 
 SWein fonigttd) er$ $u entgiicfen ; 
 2)o^ ben Danger t>etmi^ ic^, ben Wringer ber 
 5)er mit fiiem ^tang mir Ben^ege bie SBriift, 
 
 Unb mit gottlic^ er^a^enen Sefyven. 
 (So ^aB* td^'g ge^alten fcon Sugenb an, 
 Unb irag id) af$ Olitter ge^flegt unb gett;an, 
 
 Unb fie^ ! in ber Sinften uinget)enben 
 $rat ber danger im langen Salare, 
 3^)m glance bie ^ode filSerrceifJ, 
 
 on ber Si'itte ber 3af)re. 
 SBo^ttaut f^Iaft in ber <Saiten olb; 
 5)er anger ftngt i?on ber finite 6otb, 
 (5r ^reifet bag ^oc^fie, bag 93epe, 
 
 bag erj ftd) wiinfc^t, wag ber Sinn fcege 
 fage, wag ifl beg Jtaiferg trert^ 
 n feinem tyrrlittyfien 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 125 
 
 The Kaiser grasped the golden cup, 
 
 And spake with aspect gladdening all ; 
 u Well shews the board, and my heart leaps up, 
 
 Well shines the festival : 
 
 Yet I miss the Bard that should bring delight 
 And stir my breast with music's might, 
 
 And teach me with the god-given strain ; 
 From youth I ever held it so, 
 And what the Knight was used to do 
 
 The Kaiser shall retain." 
 
 Then forward stepped, amidst the Peers, 
 
 In flowing vest the minstrel dight ; 
 His bleached locks with length of years 
 
 Were gleaming silver- white. 
 " Sweet music sleeps in the golden strings, 
 Of love's reward the minstrel sings, 
 
 The highest and the best extols 
 That sense desires, or heart can pray ; 
 But what can beseem the Kaiser, say, 
 
 And the crown of festivals ? " 
 
1'2G SCHILLER. 
 
 "9lid)t getneten rcerb' id) bem anger," fyricfyt 
 
 >er errfd?er mit tadjelnbent 2)hmbe, 
 " @r jie^t in be groj?eren erren $flicfyt, 
 
 (r ge^orcf;t ber getictcnben tunbe: 
 SBie in ben Suften ber turmwinb foufl, 
 SWan n?ei nid)t/ loon wanncn er fommt unb Brauft, 
 
 Sie ber Duett aug ^erSorgenen ^tefen. 
 (So beS 6dngerg Sieb au bem Snnern 
 Unb n?ecfet ber buntetn efu^Ie en?alt, 
 
 2)ie tm er$en wunberbar fc^liefen." 
 
 Unb ber anger rafd) in bie aiten fa'llt 
 Unb Beginnt fie mac^tig n fc^Iagen: 
 SBaibwerf ^inaug ritt ein ebler 
 fittd?tigen em^o(f gu jagen. 
 
 3t;m fotgte ber Jlna^ mit bem Sagergefcfyofi, 
 
 Unb aid er auf feinem ftattlt^en 
 3n eine 9lu fommt geritten, 
 
 in locflein ^ort er Kingen fern, 
 
 in $riefter n?ar'g mit bem Sei6 be3 
 SSoran ?am ber Sftefiner gefc^ritten." 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 127 
 
 " I will not bind the minstrel's power," 
 
 With smiling lips the Sovran says : 
 " He serves a higher lord ; the hour, 
 
 As it prompts him, he obeys : 
 Like as in air the whirlwind blows, 
 And we know not whence its blast arose, 
 
 Or fountains from the hidden deep ; 
 The minstrel's song from within him springs, 
 And stirs the dim imaginings 
 
 That in his bosom sleep." 
 
 And the Bard he falls to the chords apace, 
 
 And strikes them with a master's might. 
 " The chamois o'er the wild to chase, 
 
 Went forth a noble Knight. 
 A varlet with his rifle rode ; 
 A stately steed himself bestrode ; 
 
 His path across a meadow ran ; 
 But a tinkling bell from far he hears, 
 And, with the Host, a Priest appears, 
 
 Behind his Sacristan. 
 
128 SCHILLER. 
 
 ,,llnb ber raf ^tr (rbe ftd) netget t)in, 
 
 a8 aut mit Demutlj entfclojUet, 
 3u fceretyren mit glautngem Gfyriffrnftnn 
 atle 2ftenfd)en crlofet. 
 
 eitt a6cr raufd)te burc^S gelb 
 33on be ie^adjg rei^enben fflut^en gefcfyrcettt, 
 
 2)ag ^emmte ber SBBanberer $rttte, 
 Unb fceijfeit' tegt jcncr ba 8aframeut, 
 
 ben giipen gie^t er bie (S^u^e 6e^enb, 
 5)amit er bag SBd^Ietn bur^f^ritte." 
 
 f^affp bu?" rebet ber raf tt;n an, 
 i^n tyenxmnbert Betrac^tet. 
 , ic^ tralte jn einem ftertenben 
 2)er nacfc ber tgimmeUfofl 
 Unb ba id) mid) na^e beg 93ad?e teg, 
 ^a ^)at i^n ber ftrbmenbe ie^bac^ ^i 
 
 3m trubel ber QSeden geriffen. 
 2)rum, bafi beni JCe^wnben tuerbe fein 
 o will i^ bag SBaficrlein je|t in i 
 Sur^waten mit nacfenben 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 129 
 
 " Then straight the Count to earth bows down, 
 
 And bares his head in reverent thought, 
 With faithful Christian sense to own 
 
 What our redemption bought, 
 A streamlet ran that field along ; 
 But now, from Giessbaeh hoarse and strong, 
 
 High-swollen, it stopped the traveller's way : 
 The Priest he laid the Host aside, 
 And from his feet the shoes untied, 
 
 To pass without delay. 
 
 " * What dost thou ?' So the Count began, 
 
 Entranced in wonder as he stood. 
 t My Lord, I go to a dying man, 
 
 That longs for the heavenly food ; 
 But the plank, across the brook that lay, 
 The Giessbaeh' s flood hath borne away, 
 
 Whirled in his waves' tumultuous mass ; 
 Yet, lest the soul that yearns to feed 
 Should famish, through the stream with speed 
 
 My naked feet shall pass/ 
 
130 SCHILLEK. 
 
 ,,5>a fefct tyu ber raf auf fein vitterlidj $fert>, 
 
 Unb tetcfyt itym bie vad)tigen 3flnnte, 
 >a$ er lafce ben ^ranlen, ber fein fregetyrt, 
 
 Unb bie Ijeilige ^flid;t nic^t tterftiume. 
 llnb er felfcer auf fetneS ^na^^en ^ier 
 33ergniiget noc^ setter beg Sageng SBeijier ; 
 
 )er ^(nbre bie 3Retfe J?oUfu^)vet, 
 llnb am ndcfcflen 2)?orgen mit bantenbem SBIic! 
 !Da ^ringt er bent Orafen fein 3Rog guritcf, 
 
 35efc^eiben am S^gel gefi'^ret." 
 
 n?ofle bag ott/' rief mit )emnt{jfinn 
 er raf, ba gum (streiten unb Sagen 
 Olo^ id) fcefcfyritte fiivber^in/ 
 meinen (^d;5^fer getragen, 
 llnb magfl bu'g nicfyt ^aBen ju eig'nem ewinnft 
 @o Bleibt eg gcwibmet bem gottlic^en !I)ienft; 
 
 I>enn t^ ^aS' eg bem ja gegeBen, 
 33on bem id) &u unb irbifc^eg ut 
 3u Se^en trage unb ei6 unb SSIut 
 llnb (Seele unb $ttt)em unb 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 131 
 
 " He set the Priest on his lordly steed, 
 
 He gave him the embroidered rein, 
 That he might help the sick man's need, 
 
 Nor holy rite undone remain. 
 He, mounted in his varlet's place, 
 Fills full the pleasure of the chase ; 
 
 But the Priest, his work and journey done, 
 With careful hand and thankful face 
 Leads back the charger to the place 
 
 Before the mornin sun. 
 
 " ' Now God forbid/ right humbly cried 
 
 The Count, f that or for fight or chase 
 I e'er again the horse bestride 
 
 That bore my Saviour's grace. 
 And, if for use he may not be thine, 
 I give him up to use divine ; 
 
 I give my gallant steed to Him, 
 From whom my honour and earthly good 
 I hold on loan, my soul and blood, 
 
 My breath, and life, and limb/ 
 
132 SOHILLER. 
 
 @o mog' cwd) ott, ber aflmdcfytige 
 >er ba Sicken ber djwadjen ertyoret, 
 
 3u (fyren (Sucty fcringen fyier unb bort, 
 @o n?ie i^r je^t i^n gee^ret. 
 
 3^r fetyb ein mdc^tiget raf, Befannt 
 
 Surety titterlic^ ffialteu im 
 
 @o mogen fie/ tief er fcegeiftert au 
 @e^0 kronen eud) (ringen in euer - 
 Unb gldn^en bie f^dt'pen efc^Iec^tev ! " 
 
 llnb mit ftnnenbem ^au^t fa^ ber ^aifer ba, 
 
 5((6 bdc^t' er ijergangener fttittn : 
 3e|t, ba er bem cinger tn'3 Qluge fa^), 
 
 S)a ergreift ityn ber $Borte SSebeuten. 
 S)te 3uge beS $rte(ler erlennt er ftfmett, 
 Unb i^erbirgt ber $^rdnen fiitr^enben duett 
 
 3n beS 2)iantel^ ^ur^urnen fatten. 
 Unb attea blicfte ben ^aifer an, 
 Unb erfannte ben rafen, ber bag get^an, 
 
 Unb fceretyrte baa g5ttlid)e SBalten. 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 133 
 
 " ' May He, that hears the poor man's prayer, 
 
 And grants it by His power in heaven, 
 So give thee honour, here and there, 
 
 As thou to Him hast given ! 
 In Switzerland for a valiant knight 
 Thou 'rt known by deeds of right and might : 
 
 Six blooming maids are thine ; I pray, 
 May each bring home a crown/ he cries, 
 Inspired, ( and Hapsburg's glories rise 
 
 As ages roll away ! ' ' 
 
 The Kaiser sate with face intent, 
 
 And scanned the by-gone years in thought: 
 As on the Bard his looks he bent, 
 
 The meaning then he caught ; 
 The features of the Priest he knew ; 
 He weeps ; he hides the gushing dew 
 
 Within his mantle's purple folds. 
 To him alone each guest gives heed, 
 And the doer of that noble deed 
 
 In godlike honour holds. 
 
 1837. 
 
134 FROM DER FREISCHUTZ. 
 
 Ttfw&tZ from Bcr 
 
 tinb ofc bie 2Bolfe fte 
 
 Die @onne fcleifct am 
 @3 iraltet bott etn 
 
 9lt^t Winbem Sufatt Went bte fflelt ; 
 S)a8 Sluge, en?tg rein unb flat, 
 9>limmt aUer SBefen Itebenb tua^r. 
 
 8iir nuct> wirb auc^ ber 33ater forgen, 
 Dem f inbltc^ erg unb (Sinn tertraut ; 
 
 llnb war btej? auc^ mein letter SWorgen, 
 3ftief mi^ fein 93ater-3Bort aid SBraut, 
 
 6ein Qluge, ewig rein unb flar, 
 
 91immt meiner auc^ mit Siebe ival;r. 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 135 
 
 THOUGH wrapt in clouds, yet still, and still 
 The stedfast Sun th' empyrean sways; 
 
 There, still prevails a holy Will ; 
 
 'Tis not blind Chance the world obeys ; 
 
 The Eye Eternal, pure, and clear, 
 
 Regards, and holds all Being dear. 
 
 For me too will the Father care, 
 
 Whose heart and soul in Him confitle ; 
 
 And though my last of days it were, 
 And though He called me to His side, 
 
 His Eye, Eternal, pure, and clear, 
 
 Me too regards, and holds me dear. 
 
 1845. 
 
136 MILTON. 
 
 (DID liomc. 
 PAR. REGAINED. B. IV. 
 
 THE city, which thou seest, no other deem 
 Than great and glorious Rome, queen of the earth, 
 So far renowned, and with the spoils enriched 
 Of nations. There the Capitol thou seest 
 Above the rest lifting his stately head 
 On the Tarpeian rock, her citadel 
 Impregnable. And there Mount Palatine, 
 The imperial palace, compass huge, and high 
 The structure, skill of noblest architects, 
 With gilded battlements conspicuous far, 
 Turrets, and terraces, and glittering spires. 
 Many a fair edifice besides, more like 
 Houses of gods 
 
 Thou may'st behold, 
 
 Inside and outside both, pillars and roofs, 
 Carved work, the hand of famed artificers 
 In cedar, marble, ivory, or gold. 
 Thence to the gates cast round thine eye, and see 
 What conflux issuing forth, or entering in : 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 137 
 
 Tu quoque neve putes aliam qnam prospicis urbem 
 Komulea, rerum domina ; quse scilicet orbis 
 Exuviis prsedives ovat, numeratque triumphos. 
 En ubi rupe tua, Tarpei, domus ipsa Tonantis 
 Sustulit insignem prsestanti vertice formam ; 
 Auratasque arces, et inexpugnabile saxum. 
 Deinde Palatines colles, sedesque superbi 
 Principis immanemque premunt fastigia molem : 
 En turresque apicesque, et propugnacula longis 
 Conspicienda viis, et lucida despice tecta. 
 Quin splendens hand rara domus, similisque deorum. 
 
 Ecce et marmoreas, aurique, eborisque, columnas, 
 Cselatusque cedro ut ferit ardua sidera vertex, 
 Extrorsum mtrorsumque nitens; qusecmique per urbem 
 Artifices dederint monumenta insignia dextrse. 
 Nee non et portas circumspice, queeque catervam 
 Accipiat venientum, et quee vomat eedibus undam. 
 
138 
 
 MILTON. 
 
 Praetors, pro-consuls to their provinces 
 
 Hasting or on return, in robes of state, 
 
 Lictors and rods, the ensigns of their power, 
 
 Legions and cohorts, turmes of horse and wings, 
 
 Or embassies from regions far remote, 
 
 In various habits, on the Appian Eoad, 
 
 Or on the JEmilian, some from farthest South, 
 
 Syene, and, where the shadow both way falls, 
 
 Meroe, Nilotic isle ; and, more to West, 
 
 The realm of Bocchus to the blackmoor sea, 
 
 Dusk faces, with white silken turbans wreathed. 
 
 All nations now to Rome obedience pay, 
 
 To Rome's great Emperor, whose wide domain 
 
 In ample. territory, wealth, and power, 
 
 Civility of manners, arts, and arms 
 
 And long renown, thou justly may'st prefer. 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 139 
 
 En reditus, en regna Duces semota profectos, 
 Prsetoresque, patris trabea cinctuque Gabino ; 
 En eomites duros, sellseque insignia virgas. 
 Hinc legio, inde cohors ; hinc ala, hinc gestat equestres 
 Turma virum phaleras : longinquse hinc nuntius orse 
 ^Erniliam orator peragit, sive Appia ducat, 
 Diversosque habitus, ignotaque jactitat arma. 
 Ultima quos Afris domus, aut quos porta Syenes, 
 Torrida quos Meroe stagnantisque accola Nili, 
 Misit ; ubi radiis Sol desuper instat iniquis : 
 Quos Bocchus ditione potens, quos marmora Mauri 
 Oceani ; albentem gestat frons furva tiaram, 
 Scilicet imperium tumido maris sequore clausum 
 Victa reformidat tellus, ac jussa facessit 
 Principis : Ille etenim cunctos tenet : Illius arma 
 Prsevalida, imperiumque, inconcussasque cohortes 
 (Idem armis, idem Ille toga) famamque perennem, 
 Mansuetosque virum mores, ingentiaque auri 
 Pondera, tu prima neu dedignere corona. 
 
 1831. 
 
140 VERSES ON MARS. 
 
 So, in the painter's animated frame, 
 
 Where Mars embraces the soft Paphian Dame, 
 
 The little Loves in sport the faulchion wield, 
 
 Or join their strength to heave his ponderous shield ; 
 
 One strokes the plume in Tityon's gore embrued, 
 
 And one the spear, that reeks with Typhon's blood ; 
 
 Another's infant brows the helm sustain : 
 
 He nods his crest, and frights the shrieking train. 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 141 
 
 row H1JV /cal TOLOV otofiai o/3pt,/j,ov"Ap7]v 
 
 rvrdol S' evQa KOI evOa Sopv /cpa$dov<nv "Spares, 
 a<r7r(,8a T l(f>i ftapelav aoXXee? v^roa %pv<nv, 
 vrjTrtdas o^eovTes, dyaXko/Aevoi, veorrjTi* 
 7rfj\v 6 fjiev Tirvov \vdpa> 'jreirdXa^^kvov aop, 
 Sevrepo? av TTTI\OV eZ%e, Tvcfxoeos e/cirlov alpa, 
 Xetspl Se fjnv Karepe^C Kopvv rplros avre (fraelvrjv 
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 1831. 
 
142 TOPLADY. 
 
 ROCK of Ages, rent for me, 
 
 Let me hide myself in Thee ; 
 
 Let the Water and the Blood, 
 
 From Thy riven side which flowed, 
 
 Be of sin the double cure : 
 
 Cleanse me from its guilt and power. 
 
 Not the labours of my hands 
 Can fulfil Thy law's demands ; 
 Could my zeal no respite know, 
 Could my tears for ever flow, 
 All for sin could not atone ; 
 Thou must save, and Thou alone. 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 143 
 
 JESUS, pro me perforatus, 
 Condar intra Tuiim latus. 
 Tu per lympham proflueritem, 
 Tu per sanguinem tepentem, 
 In peccata mi redunda, 
 Tolle culpam, sordes munda. 
 
 Coram Te, nee Justus forem 
 Quamvis tota vi laborem, 
 Nee si fide nunquam cesso, 
 Fletu stillans indefesso : 
 Tibi soli tantum munus; 
 Salva me, Salvator unus ! 
 
144 TOPLADY. 
 
 Nothing in my hand I bring ; 
 Simply to Thy Cross I cling ; 
 Naked, come to Thee for dress, 
 Helpless, look to Thee for grace, 
 Foul, I to the Fountain fly ; 
 Wash me, Saviour, or I die. 
 
 While I draw this fleeting breath ; 
 When my eye-strings break in death ; 
 When I soar to worlds unknown, 
 See Thee on Thy judgment throne : 
 Rock of Ages, cleft for me, 
 Let me hide myself in Thee. 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 145 
 
 Nil in maim mecum fero, 
 
 Sed me versus Crucem gero; 
 
 Vestimenta nudus oro, 
 
 Opem debilis implore ; 
 
 Fontem Christi quoero immundus, 
 
 Nisi laves, moribundus. 
 
 Dum hos artus Vita regit ; 
 Quando nox sepulchre tegit ; 
 Mortuos cum stare jubes, 
 Sedens Judex inter nubes ; 
 Jesus, pro me perfbratus, 
 Condar intra Tuum latus. 
 
 1848. 
 
146 HEBER. 
 
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 IF thou wert by my side, my love, 
 How fast would evening fail, 
 
 In green Bengala's palmy grove, 
 Listening the nightingale ! 
 
 If thou, my love, wert by my side, 
 
 My babies at my knee, 
 How gaily would our pinnace glide 
 
 O'er Gunga's mimic sea ! 
 
 I miss thee at the dawning day, 
 When, on the deck reclined, 
 
 In careless ease my limbs I lay, 
 And woo the cooler wind. 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 147 
 
 Tu modo dux, tu comes, Uxor, esses, 
 Quam daret Isetos Philomela cantus, 
 Palmea ut felix moreretur hora 
 Vesperis umbra ! 
 
 Tu modo, ac tecum soboles, paterno 
 Pendula amplexu, latus assideres ; 
 Suaviter Gungae scaphus auream de- 
 scenderet undam. 
 
 Mane, surgenti relevandus aura, 
 Dum super cymbae tabulas recumbo, 
 Te reluctant!, licet otiosus, 
 
 Corde requiram. 
 
148 HEBEK. 
 
 I miss thee, when by Gunga's stream 
 
 My twilight steps I guide ; 
 But most beneath the lamp's pale beam 
 
 I miss thee from my side. 
 
 I spread my books, my pencil try, 
 The lingering noon to cheer ; 
 
 But miss thy kind approving eye, 
 Thy meek attentive ear. 
 
 But when of morn and eve the star 
 
 Beholds me on my knee, 
 I feel, though thou art distant far, 
 
 Thy pray ei*s ascend for me. 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 Vespera, Giingoe prope flumen errans, 
 Te petam desiderio fideli ; 
 Pallidam Te projiciente noctu 
 
 Lampade flammam. 
 
 Cum neque aspectu recreer benigno, 
 Nee proba vox accipiatur aure, 
 Displicent libri ; male penicillis 
 Fallitur sestus. 
 
 Rite mi flexis genibus preqanti, 
 Supplices et Te sociare palmas 
 Stella nascentis videt ac diei 
 
 Stella cadentis. 
 
 149 
 
150 HEBER. 
 
 Then on ! Then on ! where duty leads, 
 My course be onward still ; 
 
 O'er broad Hindostan's sultry meads, 
 O'er bleak Almorah's hill. 
 
 That course nor Delhi's kingly gates, 
 
 Nor wild Malwah detain ; 
 For sweet the bliss that me awaits 
 
 By yonder western main. 
 
 Thy towers, Bombay, gleam bright they say, 
 
 Across the dark blue sea ; 
 But ne'er were hearts so light and gay, 
 
 As then shall meet in thee. 
 
TRANSLATION. 
 
 151 
 
 Proinde quo virtus jubet ire pergam, 
 Almorae scandens gelid um cacumen, 
 Sen juga Indorum sequar, atque campos 
 Sole perustos. 
 
 Dellia, ac regum domus et columnae, 
 Barbaras nee me tenet ora Malvas ; 
 Dulcius quiddam Hesperius recludit 
 Marmore pontus. 
 
 Bombacae turres, rutilae per aequor, 
 
 O diem faustum ! O bona fata ! quando 
 
 Conjuges, Igeti manibus reprensis, 
 
 Limen inibunt. 
 
 1859. 
 
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