THE SAME TRANSLATED.

Rus mihi pandit opes ; viret hic et germinat arbor,

Larga mihi florum copia, largus odor;
Sed en ex omni numero carissimus unus,

Cordis amor nostri deliciæque, Rosa.
Primula vere nitet; redolent violaria dumi;

Exhilarat risu candida bellis humum ; Suavis et in spinâ qui flos diffunditur albâ,

Amplexumque rubos suave periclymenon : At facies, dilecta, tibi formosior illis,

Lumen amabilius, gratia major inest; Hortorum decus, æstatis lectissima proles,

Tu mihi flos florum, tu, Rosa, noster amor.

Lilia regalem tollunt illustria formam,

Tulpia coccineâ fulget amicta togâ, Miraturque suo sese narcissus in auro;

Cedere sed nostræ cuncta necesse Rosæ.

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She blushes like fairest of maidenkind,

She laughs like the Goddess of day;
She sheds pearly tears, and the beam and the wind

Contend who shall kiss them away.
Then, virgins, your posies, your garlands entwine,

Mingle hues of each flower that grows;
But none shall compare with this flowret of mine:

Thee I wear next my heart, lovely Rose.

The summer is short, and the winter must come,

With her hail, and her storm, and her snows,
And things that are fairest in our pleasant home

Must wither alike with the Rose :
O’er glade and o'er valley the glories of June

Bleak winds of December shall sweep,
And leaves, now that glitter, on earth shall be strewn,

And flowers in their cold bed shall sleep:
But whilst I have life my love shall endure;

Like a fountain for ever that flows,
Like a sunbeam that shines immortal and pure,

Is the love of my heart for the Rose.

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Illa puellarum rubet ut pulcherrima, ridet

Ut Dea quæ croceum fundit ab ore diem; Flet similes gemmis lachrymas; at basia siccant,

Æmula quæ teneræ sol dat et aura genæ.
Vos igitur, nymphæ, varios miscete colores,

Nectite virgineis florea serta comis;
Noster enim veneres superabit flosculus omnes;

Proxima tu cordi, tu, Rosa cara, meo.

Heu, brevis est æstas ; venient et tempora brumæ

Horrendæque nives et glaciale gelu; Jucundæque domus pulcherrima quæque videbo

Cum tenerâ pariter deperiisse Rosâ : Sole sub æstivo quicquid florescit amoni

Arva per et valles turbine verret hyems;
Et frondes sternentur humi, et viduabitur arbor,

Dormiet in tristi gemma calyxque toro :
Sed meus hic durabit amor, dum vita manebit ;

Ut scatet e vivo fonte perennis aqua,
Ut jubar æternæ lucis quod origine manat,

Sic mea mens puro fervet amore Rosæ.

FROM MILTON'S COMUS.

To the ocean now I fly,
And those happy climes that lie
Where day never shuts his eye,
Up in the broad fields of the sky:
There I suck the liquid air
All amidst the gardens fair
Of Hesperus, and his daughters three
That sing about the golden tree :
Along the crisped shades and bowers
Revels the spruce and jocund Spring;
The Graces and the rosy bosom’d Hours
Thither all their bounties bring;
There eternal Summer dwells,
And west winds, with musky wing,
About the cedar'd alleys fling
Nard and cassia's balmy smells.
Iris there with humid bow

THE SAME TRANSLATED.

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Εις ωκεανόν πέτομαι, μάκαράς τ' ευρέας αγρούς τους αιθερίους, οίς επ' άυπνον κίδναται ήμαρ' πίομαι αύρας δρόσον εν κήποις ούς μετά κουρών "Έσπερος οικεί χρυσούν δένδρον περιμελπουσών. ένθ' άνα δρυμους εύσκιά τ' άλση παίζον χαίρει φαίδιμον είαρ, χάριτές θ' ώραι θ' αι ροδόκολποι πλούτον παντοϊον άγουσιν κάνθάδε ναίει θέρος αέναον, ζέφυροί τ’ αγανά πτερα σείοντες περί τας κεδρίνας πάσσουσιν οδούς νάρδου σμύρνης τ’ οσμήν γλυκεράν: υγρό τ' Ιρις ραίνει τόξω