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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Huntress.
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She, Huntress like, had on her Shoulders hung
A light commodious Bow; and giv'n the Winds
To wanton in her Tresses: bare her Knee:
And in a Knot her flowing Folds confin'd.—
A light commodious Bow; and giv'n the Winds
To wanton in her Tresses: bare her Knee:
And in a Knot her flowing Folds confin'd.—
The Nymph nor spun, nor dress'd with artful Pride:
Her Vest was gather'd up, her Hair was ty'd:
Now in her Hand a slender Spear she bore,
Now a light Quiver on her Shoulders wore:
To chast Diana from her Youth inclin'd,
The sprightly Warriors of the Wood she join'd.—
Her Vest was gather'd up, her Hair was ty'd:
Now in her Hand a slender Spear she bore,
Now a light Quiver on her Shoulders wore:
To chast Diana from her Youth inclin'd,
The sprightly Warriors of the Wood she join'd.—
—Fair Atalanta came,
Grace of the Woods: a Diamond Buckle bound
Her Vest behind, that else had flow'd upon the Ground.
A single Knot her lovely Locks confin'd:
The Ends, uncurl'd, lay open to the Wind.
An Iv'ry Quiver, o'er her Shoulders flung,
Contain'd her Darts, which rattled as it hung.
In her left Hand a curious Bow she held,
And, thus array'd, she issu'd to the Field.
Such was her Face, as in a Nymph display'd
A fair fierce Boy, or in a Boy betray'd
The blushing Beauties of a modest Maid.—
Grace of the Woods: a Diamond Buckle bound
Her Vest behind, that else had flow'd upon the Ground.
A single Knot her lovely Locks confin'd:
The Ends, uncurl'd, lay open to the Wind.
An Iv'ry Quiver, o'er her Shoulders flung,
Contain'd her Darts, which rattled as it hung.
In her left Hand a curious Bow she held,
And, thus array'd, she issu'd to the Field.
Such was her Face, as in a Nymph display'd
A fair fierce Boy, or in a Boy betray'd
The blushing Beauties of a modest Maid.—
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