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καὖθις τροπαίαν προσγελᾷ μὲ ὄναρ πνέον ὁ παῖς γὰρ ἐξήνδρωτο· γῆς δ ̓ ἀνημέρου ἐπιστροφὰς κατεῖχεν ἡλιοστιβεῖς,

εὐωπα δ ̓ ἐξέπινεν ἡλίου βίαν·

μέλας μὲν ἀμφεχείτο βάρβαρος λεώς, ἔπασχε δ ̓ ἔσθ' ὃ καὐτός εἶχε δ' οἰόφρων θαλασσόπλαγκτον κἀπὶ ῥηγμῖνος πλάνην. ἐνταῦθ ̓ ἐπιρρεῖ πυκνὰ μὲν πλημμυρίδος

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Crowded like waves upon me, but he was

A part of all; and in the last he lay
Reposing from the noontide sultriness,
Couch'd among fallen columns, in the shade

Of ruin'd walls where by his sleeping side
Stood camels grazing, and some goodly steeds
Were fastened near a fountain: and a man
Clad in a flowing garb did watch the while,
While many of his tribe slumbered around:
And they were canopied by the blue sky,
So cloudless, clear and purely beautiful,
That God alone was to be seen in Heaven.

LORD BYRON.

τρόποισι φάσμαθ', ᾧ δ ̓ ἐκεῖνος οὐ προσῆν, ὅσ ̓ εἶδον, οὐδ ̓ ἕν· καὶ τὰ μὲν παρῴχετο· ὁ δ ̓ ηΰδεν ἤδη πῦρ μεσημβρινὸν φυγών, κλιθεὶς ἐν ἄγαις κιόνων, ἐρειπίοις τοίχων σκιασθείς· οὗ παρεστάτουν λέχει νομάδες κάμηλοι, καί τι πρὸς κρήνῃ τέλος εὔπωλον ἦν σειραῖον· εἱμένος δέ τις στολμοὺς ποδήρεις ἵσταθ ̓ ἡμεροσκόπος, ἐν φυλέταις ἄϋπνος εἷς κοιμωμένοις· τοῖς δ ̓ ἦν κατασκήνωμα λαμπρὸν αἰθέρος, ἄχραντον, εὐπρόσωπον, εὐαγὲς γελών

ὥστ ̓ ἄλλο μηδὲν πλὴν τὸ θεῖον ἐμπρέπειν.

HYMN

ON THE MORNING OF CHRIST'S NATIVITY.

IT was the winter wild,

While the Heaven-born Child

All meanly wrapped in the rude manger lies:

Nature in awe to Him

Had doffed her gaudy trim,

With her great Master so to sympathize:

It was no season then for her

To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour.

HYMNUS.

Stridebat auras sollicitans hiemps

quom sordido velamine rustici

praesepis in cunis iacebat

Patre Puer genitus supremo :

cui laetum amictus exuerat decus

Natura sorti morigerans Dei:

non illa lascivo protervam

igne frui sinit hora solis.