IX. I SUNG the joyful Pæan clear, and sitting burnished without fear the brand, the buckler, and the spear: waiting to strive a happy strife, to war with falsehood to the knife, and not to lose the good of life— at least, not rotting like a weed, but, having sown some generous seed, fruitful of further thought and deed, to pass, when life her light withdraws, not void of righteous self-applause, nor in a merely selfish cause— IX. PEANA clare cor vacuum metu olim canebat, dum gladio situm detergeo et pilis, honorem qui peredit, clipeoque inerti, instare pugnam pectore gestiens toto, periret qua penitus grave mendacium, incertæque vitæ sorte frui cupiens honesta; ne forte putri tactus inertia fausto carerem semine, at ingeni fructusque virtutis legendos pollicitus, simul alma vitæ in some good cause, not in mine own, to perish, wept for, honour'd, known, and like a warrior overthrown; whose eyes are dim with glorious tears, when soil'd with noble dust, he hears his country's war-song thrill his ears; then dying of a mortal stroke, what time the foeman's line is broke, and all the war is rolled in smoke. TENNYSON. lux occidisset, conscius ut proba laudis, sed uni non mihi consulens, vindex honestorum, salutis prodigus at propriæ, perirem non indecoro flebilis exitu; qualis tumultu prorutus incluto bellator, in fletus solutus ingenuos moribundus audit lætas, honesto pulvere sordidus, voces suorum, cum labat hostium virtus, reluctantesque turmas Mars nebulis rapit æstuosis. X. THE engladdened spring, forgetful now to weep, with violets, the wood's late wintry head. wide flaming primroses set all on fire, and his bald trees put on their green attire, among whose infant leaves the joyous birds conspire. And now the taller sons, whom Titan warms, of unshorn mountains, blown with easy winds, dandled the morning's childhood in their arms, and, if they chanced to slip the prouder pines, the under corylets did catch their shines, to gild their leaves; saw never happy year such joyful triumph and triumphant cheer as though the aged world anew created were. G. FLETCHER. |