SPECIMENS OF TRANSLATION FROM MEDEA. Σκαιος δε λέγων, κεδὲν τι σοφές TELL me, ye bards, whose skill sublime First charmed the ear of youthful Time, With numbers wrapt in heav'nly fire; Who bade delighted Echo swell. The trembling transports of the lyre The murmur of the shell Why to the burst of Joy alone Accords sweet Music's soothing tone? Why can no bard, with magic strain, 5 10 Your golden lute, with ravish'd ear? Oh! has your sweetest shell no power to bind 15 The fiercer pangs that shake the mind, And lull the wrath, at whose command When flush'd with joy, the rosy throng Weave the light dance, ye swell the song! 20 Cease, ye vain warblers! cease to charm The breast with other raptures warm! Cease! till your hand with magic strain In slumbers steep the heart of pain! |