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FRAGMENT OF THE TENTH ECLOGUE. [v. 1-26.] TRANSLATED FROM THE LATIN OF VIRGIL.
MELoDIoUs Arethusa, o'er my verse
knew IO His sufferings, and their echoes . . Young Naiads, . . in what far woodlands wild
Wandered ye when unworthy love possessed
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What madness is this, Gallus? Thy heart's care With willing steps pursues another there.
Which cannot be declared, it seems so new; The Heaven whose course follows your power
O gentle creatures that ye are ! me drew,
And therefore may I dare to speak to you, Even of the life which now I live—and yet
I pray that ye will hear me when I cry,
And tell of mine own heart this novelty; How the lamenting spirit moans in it, 10 And how a voice there murmurs against her Who came on the refulgence of your sphere.
Let him but look upon that lady’s eyes,
Thou art not dead, but thou hast wandered,
Thou soul of ours, who thyself dost fret, 40 A spirit of gentle love beside me said;
For that fair lady, whom thou dost regret, Hath so transformed the life which thou hast
Thou scornest it, so worthless art thou made.
And still call thou her woman in thy thought;
Her whom, if thou thyself deceivest not, Thou wilt behold decked with such loveliness, That thou wilt cry [Love] only Lord, 10 here 50 Thy handmaiden,l do what thou wilt with her.
1 Soul being feminine in Italian—ED.
V. My song, I fear that thou wilt find but few Who fitly shall conceive thy reasoning Of such hard matter dost thou entertain. Whence, if by misadventure chance should bring Thee to base company, as chance may do, Quite unaware of what thou dost contain, I prithee comfort thy sweet self again, My last delight; tell them that they are dull, And bid them own that thou art beautiful. 60
MATILDA GATHERING FLOWERS.
FROM THE PURGATORIO OF DANTE,
AND earnest to explore within—around
Up the green slope, beneath the forest's roof,
With slow soft steps leaving the mountain’s steep,
And sought those inmost labyrinths, motionproof
Against the air, that in that stillness deep And solemn, struck upon my forehead bare,— The slow soft stroke of a continuous . . .
In which the leaves tremblingly were 10
Yet were they not so shaken from the rest,
With perfect joy received the early day, Singing within the glancing leaves, whose sound Kept a low burden to their roundelay,
Such as from bough to bough gathers around The pine forest on bleak Chiassi’s shore, zo When Eolus Scirocco has unbound.
. My slow steps had already borne me o’er
Such space within the antique wood, that I
When, 10 ! a stream whose little waves went by, Bending towards the left through grass that grew
Upon its bank, impeded suddenly
My going on. Water of purest hue
On earth, would appear turbid andimpure 29.
Compared with this, whose unconcealing dew,
Dark, dark, yet clear, moved under the obscure
I moved not with my feet, but ’mid the glooms Pierced with my charmed eye contemplating The mighty multitude of fresh May blooms
That starred that night, when, even as a thing