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Then April with her sister May,

Shali chase him from the bow'rs, And weave fresh garlands ev'ry day,

To crown the smiling hours.

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VI.

And if a tear that speaks regret

Of happier times appear,
A glimpse of joy that we have met

Shall shine, and dry the tear.

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TRANSLATION OF PRIOR'S

CHLOE AND EUPHELIA.

1. MERCATOR, vigiles oculos ut fallere poffit,

Nomine sub fięto trans mare mittit opes; Lené fonat liquidumque meis Euphelia chordis,

Scd folam exoptant te, mea vota, Chloe.

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Ad speculum ornabat nitidos Euphelia crines,

Cum dixit mea lux, heus, cane, fume lyram.
Namque lyram juxtà pofitam cum carmine vidit,
Suave quidem carmen dulcisonamque lyram,

III. Fila

III.

Fila lyræ vocemque paro, suspiria surgunt,

Et miscent numeris murmura mæsta meis, Dumque tuæ memoro laudes, Euphelia, forma,

Tota anima intereá pendet ab ore Chlöes.

IV.

Subrubet illa pudore, et contrahit altera front:m,

Me torquet mca mens conscia, psallo, tremo; Atque Cupidineâ dixit Dea cincta coronâ,

Heu! fallendi artem quam didicere 'parum.

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WHEN the British warrior queen,

Bleeding from the Roman rods,
Sought with an indignant mien,

Counsel of her country's gods,

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Sage beneath the spreading oak

Sat the Druid, hoary chief,
Ev'ry burning word 'he spoke,

Full of rage and full of grief.

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III. Princess! III.

Princess ! if our aged eyes

Weep upon thọ matchless wrongs, 'Tis becaufe resentment ties

All the terrors of our tongues.

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Rome shalt perishwrite that word

In the blood that she has spilt'; Perish hopeless and abhorr'd,

Deep in ruin as in guilt.

V.

Rome for empire far renown'd

Tramples on a thoufand states,
Soon her pride shall kiss the ground

Hark! the Gaul is at her gates.

VI.

Other Romans shall arise,

Heedless of a soldier's name,
Sounds, not arms, shall win the prize,
Harmony the path to fame.

VII. Then

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Then the progeny that springs

From the forests of our land, Arm’d with thunder, clad with wings,

Shall a wider world command.

VIT.

Regions Cæsar never knew,

Thy posterity shall fway, Where his eagles never few,

None invincible as they.

IX.

Such the bards prophetic words,

Pregnant with celestial fire, Bending as he sweeps the chords

Of his sweet but awful lyre.

X.

She, with all a monarch's pride,

Felt them in her boom glow,
Ruth'd in battle, fought and died,

Dying, hurld them at the foe.
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XI. Ruffians,

IV.

Ruffians, pityless as proud,

Heav'n awards the vevgeance due, Empire is on us bestow'd,

Shame and ruin wait for you.

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THERE was a time when Ætna's silent fire
Slept unperceiv’d, the mountain yet entire,
When conscious of no danger from below,
She tow'r'd a cloud-capt pyramid of snow.
No thunders shook with deep intestine sound
The blooming groves that girded her around,
Her un&uous olives and her purple vines,
(Unfelt the fury of those bursting mines)
The peasant's hopes, and not in vain, afsurid,
In peace upon her sloping fides maturd.
When on a day, like that of the last doom,
A conflagration lab'ring in her womb,
She teem'd and heav'd with an infernal birth,
That shook the circling seas and solid earth.

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