Latin Verse; English Poetry Translated Into Latin Verse, Chiefly Elegiacs, for the Use of Classical Tutors and Students

Latin Verse; English Poetry Translated Into Latin Verse, Chiefly Elegiacs, for the Use of Classical Tutors and Students

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1890 edition. Excerpt: ...too great, I listen'd and cry'd when she sung; Was nightingale ever so sweet? "How foolish was I to believe She could dote on so lowly a clown, Or that her fond heart would not grieve, To forsake the fine folk of the town! (ASTOR, ubi vitreis decurrit rivulus undis, Solus, et a vano lusus amore, jacet; Dumque dolet falsam maerenti voce puellam Acclinis salici colla ferenda dabat. Ventus, qui placido percurrit flamine campum, Murmura murmuribus miscet arnica suis. Consonus et misero ceu responsare volebat Maerenti maestum rivulus urget iter. "Rusticus heu! nimium me prava mente fefelli!" Sic querulo gemitu tristia fata dolet; "Ut primum aspexi formosam lumine nympham, Quam multb mihi mors anteferenda fuit! Dixerit? ut suaves laudabam ex ore loquelas! Riserit? a risu gaudia quanta tuli! Cantantem audivi fletusque rigabat ocellos: Attica tam dulci carmina voce canit? Quam male' (me miserum!) vesana mente putavi, Hunc humilem salva posse fovere fide! Aut cor tam tenerum, si quando excederet urbe, Tam citb formosis posse carere viris! To think that a beauty so gay, So kind and so constant would prove, Or go clad like our maidens in grey, Or live in a cottage on love! What tho' I have skill to complain, Tho' the Muses my temples have crown'd; What tho' when they hear my soft strain, The virgins sit weeping around? Ah, Colin, thy hopes are in vain, Thy pipe and thy laurel resign; Thy false one inclines to a swain, Whose music is sweeter than thine. And you, my companions so dear Who sorrow to see me betrayed, Whatever I suffer, forbear, Forbear to accuse the false maid. Tho' thro' the wide world I should range 'Tis in vain from my fortune to fly; 'Twas hers to be false and to change, 'Tis mine to be constant and die. If while my hard...show more

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  • Paperback | 32 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 77g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236521501
  • 9781236521507