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��THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE, LIB. I.

Quis multfi gracilis tepuer in rosa.

Rendered almost word for word, -without rhyme, according to the Latin measure, as near as the language will permit.

WHAT slender youth, bedewed with liquid

odours,

Courts thee on roses in some pleasant cave, Pyrrha ? For whom bind'st thou In wreaths thy golden hair, Plain in thy neatness ? Oh, how oft shall

he On faith and changed gods complain, and

seas

Rough with black winds and storms Unwonted shall admire, Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold; Who always vacant, always amiable, Hopes thee, of flattering gales Unmindful ! Hapless they To whom thou untried seem'st fair ! Me,

in my vowed Picture, the sacred wall declares to have

hung

My dank and dropping weeds To the stern God of Sea.

��THE ORIGINAL AD PYRRHAM. ODE V.

Horatius ex Pyrrhce illecebris tanquam e nau- fragio enataverat, cujus amore irretitos affirmed, esse miseros.

Quis multa gracilis te puer in rosa Perfusus liquidis urget odoribus Grato, Pyrrha, sub antro ?

Cui flavam religas comam Simplex munditie ? Heu, quoties fidem Mutatosque Deos flebit, et aspera Nigris sequora ventis

Emirabitur insolens, Qui mine te fruitur credulus aurea; Qui semper vacuam, semper ainabilem, Sperat, nescius aurse

Fallacis ! Miseri quibus

��Intentata nites. Me tabula sacer Votiva paries indicat uvida Suspendisse potenti Vestimenta maris Deo.

��NINE OF THE PSALMS DONE INTO METRE

Wherein all, but what is in a different charac- ter, are the very words of the Text, translated from the original.

(April, 1648.) PSALM LXXX

1 THOU Shepherd that dost Israel keep,

Give ear in time of need, Who leadest like a flock of sheep

Thy loved Joseph's seed, That sitt'st between the Cherubs bright,

Between their wings outspread- Shine forth, and from thy cloud give light,

And on our foes thy dread.

2 In Ephraim's view and Benjamin's,

And in Manasseh's sight, 10

Awake * thy strength, come, and be seen To save us by thy might.

3 Turn us again; thy grace divine

To us, O God, vouchsafe ; Cause thou thy face on us to shine, And then we shall be safe.

4 Lord God of Hosts, how long wilt thou,

How long wilt thou declare Thy 2 smoking wrath, and angry brow, Against thy people's prayer ? 20

5 Thou feed'st them with the bread of

tears ;

Their bread with tears they eat; And mak'st them largely 3 drink the

tears Wherewith their cheeks are wet.

6 A strife thou mak'st us and a prey

To every neighbour foe; Among themselves they 4 laugh, they *

��And * flouts at us they throw.

��1 Gnorera. s Sfialish.

��2 Gnashanta.
 * JUgnugu.

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