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And you, associate Bards! who snatched to light
Those gems too long withheld from modern sight;

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Whose mingling taste combined to cull the wreath
While Attic flowers Aonian odours breathe,
And all their renovated fragrance flung,
To grace the beauties of your native tongue;
Now let those minds, that nobly could transfuse
The glorious Spirit of the Grecian Muse,
Though soft the echo, scorn a borrowed tone:
Resign Achaia's lyre, and strike your own.
 

The translators of the Anthology have since published separate poems, which evince genius that only requires opportunity to attain eminence.