Νέα γὰρ φροντὶς οὐκ ἀλγεῖν φιλεῖ.
Per vallem resonant leves cachinni;
Clivorum strepitus imaginesqve
Iugem perpetuumqve dant canorem,
Qui Maio Zephyrisqve gratuletur.
Vernat gutture pipilante parra;
Corvi monticolae novella proles
Matrem deseruere nidulumqve,
Palanturqve foras modo huc modo illuc
Diversi sibi qvisqve pabulantes;
Aut nubem in liqvidam dedere saltum
Ultro laetitiaqve gestienti.
En qva rupe sub imminente bini
Aprica pueri sedent in herba:
Illis si qvid erat negotiorum
Securis animo excidit, vel actum est.
Inspirant cava buxa, saecularis
Qvidqvid carminis affluit canentes ;
Aut, qvae vallibus audit herba nostris
Cervi cornua seu lupina cauda,
Nectunt inde qvod ornet obsoletos
Sertum pileolos. Ad hunc tenorem,
Ut caelum sine nube, sic sereni
Pastores temere otiantur isti.
Dic, Calame agrestis, Paphiae sub fornice divae
Cur pastoricio vox sonat apta lari?
Non iuga, non virides poscunt hic carmina valles;
Hic nil non Amor est: ad tua saxa redi.
Then straight commands, that, at the warlike sound
Of trumpets loud and clarions, be upreared
His mighty standard: that proud honour claimed
Azazel as his right, a cherub tall,
Who forthwith from the glittering staff unfurled
The imperial ensign; which, full high advanced,
Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind,
With gems and golden lustre rich emblazed,
Seraphic arms and trophies; all the while
Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds;
At which the universal host up-sent
A shout, that tore hell's concave, and beyond
Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night.
All in a moment through the gloom were seen
Ten thousand banners rise into the air
With orient colours waving: with them rose
A forest huge of spears; and thronging helms
Appeared, and serried shields in thick array
Of depth immeasurable: anon they move
In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood
Of flutes and soft recorders; such as raised
To height of noblest temper heroes old
Arming to battle; and, instead of rage,
Deliberate valour breathed, firm and unmoved
With dread of death to flight or foul retreat:
Nor wanting power to mitigate and 'suage
With solemn touches troubled thoughts, and chase
Anguish, and doubt, and fear, and sorrow, and pain
From mortal or immortal minds.
In den Ocean schifft mit tausend Masten der Jüngling; Still mit gerettetem Boot treibt in den Hafen der Greis.
Coniurati Caelum rescindere.
Protinus ad lituum strepitus mixtosqve tubarum
Grande iubet tolli signum: qvem credier uni
Maximus Azazel proprium sibi poscit honorem.
Nec mora qvin hasta regale insigne corusca
Arduus expandens effundat in aetheris auras,
Non aliter qvam cum diro micat omine sidus,
Intextum gemmis rutiliqve nitoribus auri
Hinc illinc, scutisqve deum caeliqve tropaeis.
Martius interea sonitus crebrescit et aeris
Clangor: eo strepitu clamorem exercitus omnis
Excitat ipsa Orci rumpentem concava, et ultra
Terrentem Chaos et priscae regna intima Noctis.
Ilicet obscuras orientia mille per umbras
Signa fluunt, tremulisqve auras splendoribus implent.
Silva ingens hastarum una, galeaeqve freqventes,
Immensusqve horrent et non penetrabilis ordo,
Conferti clipei. Mox iustae lege phalangis
Instructae incedunt acies: nec tibia cessat
Dorica, nec molles calami, qveis spiritus ardens
Heroum tumet et cordi fiducia crescit
Arma capessentum. Non his concentibus ira,
Non furor elicitur, sed bello vivida virtus,
Sed vigor erectus, sed mens secura timorum,
Contemptrix leti foedamqve exosa repulsam.
Hinc, qvandoqve gravi spirant dulcedine flatus,
Pallida distractae fugere insomnia mentis,
Curaeqve ambiguiqve metus et luctus et angor
Mortalesqve animos immortalesqve relinqvunt.
Currit in Oceanum dum malis mille Iuventus,
Lintre Senex portum sospite lentus init.
He. What the bee is to the floweret,
When he looks for honey-dew
Through the leaves that close embower it,
That, my love, I'll be to you.
She. What the bank, with verdure glowing,
Is to waves that wander near,
Whispering kisses, while they're going,
That I'll be to you, my dear.
She. But they say, the bee's a rover,
That he'll fly when sweets are gone;
And, when once the kiss is over,
Faithless brooks will wander on.
He. Nay, if flowers will lose their looks,
If sunny banks will wear away,
'Tis but right that bees and brooks
Should sip and kiss them while they may.
Cupid is a wicked wight;
Yet, methinks, 'tis merely stupid
Thus the old song to recite:
'What a wicked wight is Cupid !'
Call him by an evil name,
Love is charmed, and thanks the caller,
Glories in his very shame,
Cocks his chin, and looks the taller.
One thing sorely puzzles me:
Tell us, Venus, if it may be,
How the daughter of the sea
Came by such a firebrand baby.
S. A. (from the Greek Anthology).
Dona praesentis cape laetus horae.
D. Flosculo qvod apis petens
Mella roscida per nigras
Frondium latebras, erit
Daphnis id tibi, Phylli. ·
P. Ripa qvod viridans aqvis
Adfluentibus osculumqve
Adsonantibus, ut fluunt,
Phyllis id tibi, Daphni.
P. Ast apis, perhibent, suis
Plena deliciis volat;
Postqve basia perfidus
Deinde labitur amnis.
D. Flore si color effluit,
Ripa tempore si labat,
Mella praeripiant apes
Fas sit, oscula rivi.
Dirus Amor, dirus. Sed qvo recitare misello
Sic iterum atqve iterum murmure: Dirus Amor?
Scilicet his ridetqve puer, laediqve renidet:
Crescit et opprobriis erigiturqve suis.
Dic age, caerulei fueris cum filia ponti,
Qvomodo tu flammae, Cypria, mater eras?
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