est

6

vis ut

iniquiores

Gold has no influence, to dispel the rancorous tumults

discurrunt

of the wretched mind, and the cares which flit-around

atria preciosa

the palaces of-the-rich.

EXERCISE IV.

SAPPHIC.

The same continued.

1

ipse sibi

'Any-one procures repose for himself, who can, with a

avarum

little, satisfy the craving ardour of his mind, and ducere tenui

support his life with a moderate table.

dat.

2

ambitus rerum

From him neither an insatiate ambition takes-away his slumbers, nor the base pomp of gold: nor does turbine rotat

care, with its restless eddy, distract his mind.

3

Why then do we with vain prayers pursue fugitive

metamûr

glory, and bound great [projects] by the small space impetus incitati

[of life]? The course of fleet time flies;

4

Pleased in your mind for the present, let alone the pursuit of future [objects]. To be too much distracted

æstus

by threatening fortune, is the oppressive agitation of a restless breast.

EXERCISE V.

SAPPHIC.

The same continued.

1

Does good fortune smile [upon you]? Beware [how

cave

she] engage you with her blandishing smile: see that

tristis

infin. you weep not at the weeping of bad fortune; and strengthen the firm citadel of your breast.

2

He is rich; not for whom a thousand Phrygian needles labour; not for whom the marble [column] of the riget

portico rises to-be-envied, or the Sicilian ears of the harvest are-golden.

3

potest

He is rich who desires nothing; to him nothing can be wanting. To him passion will destine danger

malé

to-no-purpose. He knows not how to be wretched,

ambit

who has no ambition.

EXERCISE VI.

ALCAIC.

1

residens

O thou, who sitting on the poplar leaf, and intoxicated with the grateful tears of heaven, happy grashopper! egelidam

refreshest both thyself and the cool wood with thy voice;

2

After the sluggish winter, while summer, too short, precipitat rotâ hastens herself forward in her light chariot, O retard

concitas

with thy sweet-sounding song the fleet chariot of Phoebus.

3

tulerit

As each pleasing day has-produced itself, so each

congesta passes; no pleasure has been sufficiently bestowed-upon

perennis

a mortal. Pain, alas! often remains lasting.

EXERCISE VII.

ALCAIC.

1

O, Moyla! let the murmurs of thy stream cease, and

pl.

let the winds keep deep silence, whilst the daughter

Liria

of-Lir tells-forth her grief beneath the starry shades of the night.

"When will the dying swan, her wings being-relaxed, pour forth the mournful melody? And when, the abl. abs.

bell sounding, will the gods call-for this soul?"

3

Through long years, on thy waves, O, Moyla! I mournfully protract my life; and the sacred light delays its rising, and the Hibernian lies in darkness.

sub

4

Phosphori

When, at the holy dawn of the morning-star, will

beabunt

Peace and Love bless our land? And when, the bell sounding, will the gods call-for this soul?

EXERCISE VIII.

SAPPHIC.

1

sarcinis

When, laden as to my shoulders with no burdens, I joyful revisit with thee my native-country, and rich

cunque

with a little at any time pour-forth songs to myself,

mæstum

2

You are sorrowfully silent; from thee Care takes

multi

away the Muses; and the heavy weight of thy abundant

gold; and the faithless crowd of circumstances, which quondam

one-day will desert you.

3

:

He is rich who has nothing; [or] those things only which he can retain with a certain right-hand and bears himself [about] with himself, whither his wanderperf.

ing poverty bids him migrate.

4

What can be wanting to me, who want nothing? The vale of the shady Pindus alone pleases me: O, sacred

rura

grove! O, rustic haunts of the sportive Muse !

5

What way soever shall require my steps, with me you go, ye Delphic vales, my kingdoms

circumsistitis

and ye

stand-around me weary with your accompanying shade.

Let the Goth bind me with cruel fetters; let the

solutâ

Scythian carry-me-off captive; with unconcerned mind tremendos

I shall be able, with you, to visit the dreaded kings.

EXERCISE IX.

ALCAIC.

To a Violet.

1

recens

O Aurora of the spring! fresh-born queen of the punicei purple plain! surround, I pray, the temples of my

*The preposition in the third line, the verb in the fourth.