Quid sit Futurum.
Vidi (neqve ultra lumina pergere
Humana fas est) fataqve gentium
Promissa mirandosqve cursus
Et speciem venientis aevi.
Vidi scatentem mercibus aera;
Non usitatis vidi ego linteis
Puppes adurgeri et magistros
Vespere purpureo rubentes
Deferre gazas desuper aureas;
Caelumqve sese murmure bellico
Miscere feralesqve labi
Caeruleum per inane rores,
Haerente classi classe per aetheris
Campos nitentes: unde tepentibus
Late susurrabat per orbem
Flaminibus furialis Auster.
Inter procellas fulmine luridas
Depraeliantum signa cohortium
Volvuntur. At tandem tubarum
Vox siluit lituusqve belli.
Iam desierunt martia pandier
Vexilla; iam nunc sedit amabilis
Conventus, ac commune foedus
Unanimae voluere gentes.
Aere sub gelido nullos rosa fundit odores;
Ut te terra beet, sole calesce Dei.
What is grandeur, what is power?
Heavier toil, superior pain.
What the bright reward we gain?
The grateful memory of the good.
Sweet is the breath of vernal shower,
The bee's collected treasures sweet;
Sweet music's melting fall; but sweeter yet
The still small voice of gratitude.
Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer; Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still
Here still is the smile that no cloud can o'ercast,
And the heart and the hand all thy own to the last.
Oh, what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torments, through glory and shame?
I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart—
I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art.
Thou hast call'd me thy angel in moments of bliss,
And thy angel I'll be, 'mid the horrors of this;
Through the furnace, unshrinking, thy steps to pursue,
And shield thee, and save thee, or-perish there too.
Qvid dominantum decus est tantum,
Magnificentia, pompa, potentia?
Labor insuavior, angor gravior.
Qvae sunt munera? Laus post funera,
Voxqve piorum grata virorum.
Ver post rores spirat odores,
Suavesqve dapes condunt sibi apes;
Suave canoro sociata choro
Fidium vis est: suavius his est
Grandibus actis et bene factis
Bene dicentis vox pia mentis.
Laesus in hoc fessusqve sinu pete, dama, qvietem ;
Qvom socii fugiunt, hic tibi certa domus ;
Hic tibi risus adest et lux innubila frontis,
Et mens perpetua juncta manusqve fide.
Ah qvid amor prodesse valet, ni semper eundem Gaudia et aerumnae, fama pudorqve, vident? Nec scio, nec qvaero, culpamne in pectore celes; Hoc scio, carus eris tu mihi, qvidqvid eris.
Ut me dixisti media inter gaudia divam,
In mediis eadem sim tibi diva malis:
Per flammas tua pone seqvi vestigia, teqve
Eripere, aut tecum dent mihi fata mori.
O Caledonia! stern and wild,
Meet nurse for a poetic child;
Land of brown heath and shaggy wood,
Land of the mountain and the flood,
Land of my sires! what mortal hand
Can e'er untie the filial band
That knits me to thy rugged strand!
Still, as I view each well-known scene,
Think what is now, and what hath been,
Seems as, to me, of all bereft,
Sole friends thy woods and streams are left;
And thus I love them better still,
Even in extremity of ill.
By Yarrow's stream still let me stray,
Though none should guide my feeble way;
Still feel the breeze down Ettrick break,
Although it chill my wither'd cheek;
Still lay my head by Teviot stone,
Though there, forgotten and alone,
The bard may draw his parting groan.
Enfant de l'Art, enfant de la Nature,
Plus je suis vrai, plus je suis imposture;
Sans prolonger la vie, j'empêche de mourir,
Et je deviens trop jeune, à force de vieillir.
Dura, poetarum nutrix aptissuma, tellus,
Qvam nemus et rubea vestit erica coma;
Scotia caeruleis Acheloi laeta fluentis,
Laeta jugis; patribus Scotia cara meis;
Qvae manus aeterni pia vincula rumpat amoris,
Et memores orae nos vetet esse tuae?
Singula per notos dum rura revisimus agros,
Et qvae sunt, animo, qvaeqve fuere, seqvor,
Omnibus amissis tua iam lenimina nobis
Et nemora et purae sola videntur aqvae.
Tantum crescit amor qvantum infortunia crescunt;
Hinc magis illa animo cara magisqve meo.
Ipse eqvidem, nemo si membra senilia ducat,
Ad sacra Varroviae flumina solus eam ;
Notus et Ettriciis veniat modo ventus ab arvis,
Arida brumali torreat ora gelu;
Et prope dilectos, Teviotica saxa, recessus
O liceat solum deposuisse caput,
Qvamqvam vatis erunt aeterna oblivia, qvamqvam
Ultimus aerium spiritus ibit iter!
Τῆς Τέχνης βρέφος εἰμί, Φύσις δέ με γείνατο μήτηρ μᾶλλον ἐγὼ ψεύδω μᾶλλον ἀληθὲς ἐόν
οὐ βίον ἐκτείνω θνητοῖς, θάνατον δ ̓ ἀπερύκω, καὶ τό μ' ἄγαν γῆρας θῆκεν ἄγαν νεαρόν.
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