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TRANSLATION.

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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

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AN INSCRIPTION

For a Wood adjoining a Park of mine, on the Confines of Mount Cithæron, on the left Hand, as you go to Thebes.—

I am no Friend to Hunters, and hate their Noise.
Rash Hunter, hence—nor pass this hallow'd mound,
To Dian's haunt a sacrilegious wrong:
Hence!—know here only chaunts her sacred Hound
In eccho to the wood-nymph's mountain song.

By another Hand.

Stop, Hunter! nor this hallow'd wood profane—
Where only Dian leads her sacred hounds,
And the sweet shouting of the Oread Train,
In eccho to her full-tongued pack resounds.