Medulla Poetarum Romanorum Or, the Most Beautiful and Instructive Passages of the Roman Poets. Being a Collection, (Disposed under proper Heads,) Of such Descriptions, Allusions, Comparisons, Characters, and Sentiments, as may best serve to shew the Religion, Learning, Politicks, Arts, Customs, Opinions, Manners, and Circumstances of the Antients. With Translations of the same in English Verse. By Mr. Henry Baker |
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Evening.
And now the Village Tops at distance smoke,
And longer Shades from lofty Mountains fall.—
And longer Shades from lofty Mountains fall.—
Behold the Oxen homewards draw the Plough,
Less lab'ring with it's Weight: and now the Sun,
Retiring, doubles the increasing Shades.—
Less lab'ring with it's Weight: and now the Sun,
Retiring, doubles the increasing Shades.—
At the Sun's Setting, Vesper's cooling Breeze
Allays the Fervor of the sultry Air:
And now the Groves are by the dewy Moon
Refresh'd: the Shores Halcyone resound:
And the sweet Goldfinch warbles thro' the Brakes.—
Allays the Fervor of the sultry Air:
And now the Groves are by the dewy Moon
Refresh'd: the Shores Halcyone resound:
And the sweet Goldfinch warbles thro' the Brakes.—
The Labour of the Day now near an End,
From steep Olympus Phœbus' Steeds descend.—
From steep Olympus Phœbus' Steeds descend.—
Half hid in Seas descending Phœbus lay,
And upwards half, half downwards shot the Day.—
And upwards half, half downwards shot the Day.—
Bright Sol had now his Journey almost done,
And to the western Ocean downward run.—
And to the western Ocean downward run.—
Now o'er the Skies is spread that doubtful Light,
Which cannot Day be call'd, nor is it Night.
Which cannot Day be call'd, nor is it Night.
Now headlong to the West the Sun was fled,
And half in Seas obscur'd his beamy Head:
Such seems the Moon, while, growing yet, she shines,
Or waining, from her fuller Orb declines.—
And half in Seas obscur'd his beamy Head:
Such seems the Moon, while, growing yet, she shines,
Or waining, from her fuller Orb declines.—
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