Elegia. Nonne vides, luci quo pulcrior adsit origo, roscidus ut violae suave renidet honos? mox simul indulget nimio sol fervidus igni candida festinat veris alumna mori. sternitur, a, media quam non inhonesta ruina! halitus in caelum fragrat abitque suum. par tibi sors, miserande puer: sic gratia fulsit, mellea sic animae redditur aura Iovi. Ode. AWAKE, Aeolian Lyre, awake! And give to rapture all thy trembling strings; From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take: The laughing flowers that round them blow Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along Deep, majestic, smooth and strong, Through verdant vales and Ceres' golden reign: Ad barbiton. Accende cantus, barbite, Lesbios, praesentioris conscia numinis accende sopitos calores: mille fluont Heliconis orti puro scatentis carmine fontibus rivi vagantes, daedala quos humus. praetexit errantum renidens ducere nectareos odores. nunc, leve marmor, Pierium melos alto quietum flumine labitur valles per umbrosas et agros auricomae Cereri subactos: Now rolling down the steep amain Headlong, impetuous, see it pour; The rocks and nodding groves rebellow to the roar. O sovereign of the willing soul, Parent of sweet and solemn-breathing airs, And frantic Passions hear thy soft control. On Thracia's hills the Lord of War Has curb'd the fury of his car, And dropt his thirsty lance at thy command: Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather'd king Quenched in dark clouds of slumber lie The terror of his beak and lightnings of his eye. GRAY. nunc a iugorum culmine proruens insanienti gurgitis impetu defertur immugit ruina rupibus et nemori corusco. o grata menti, non humilis sciens, regina, cantus, tu potes igneos lenire, testudo, furores, difficilem potes, alma, curam : quin et iubenti Threicius tibi frenat volantes Armipotens equos hastamque ponit gestientem purpureos agitare rivos: regi volucrum tu Iovis in manu, dum torpet ala languidus horrida, blandire, trux rostrum soporis nube premens oculique fulmen. |