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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Seasons.
See Autumn. Spring. Winter. Year.
There stood gay Spring, fair Flow'rs her Brows surround,
There Summer, naked, and with Wheat-Ears crown'd.
With trodden Grapes, there Autumn stood besmear'd;
And icy Winter, with his hoary Beard.—
There Summer, naked, and with Wheat-Ears crown'd.
With trodden Grapes, there Autumn stood besmear'd;
And icy Winter, with his hoary Beard.—
In every Season Pleasures may be found;
Autumn with Fruit, with Harvest Summer's crown'd:
The Spring's adorn'd with Flow'rs to charm the Eye,
And Winter Fires the absent Sun supply.—
Autumn with Fruit, with Harvest Summer's crown'd:
The Spring's adorn'd with Flow'rs to charm the Eye,
And Winter Fires the absent Sun supply.—
First comes the Spring, and Venus ever gay,
And flutt'ring Zephyrus that prepares her Way:
Flora, before them, with a lib'ral Hand,
Indulgent, strows her Blessings o'er the Land:
Now various Flow'rs enrich'd with Brilliant Dyes,
Now fragrant Odours ev'ry where arise.
Heat, next, and dusty Harvest come in Place,
And Summer Breezes fan the Sun-burnt Face.
Then Autumn comes, repleat with sparkling Wine:
All Hail, Great Bacchus, glorious and divine!
Unsettled then, and changeable the Skies,
And all uncertain are the Winds that rise.
From East and South the roaring Tempest springs,
And with loud Thunder flashing Lightning brings.
Cold then, benumbing, comes, severely blows
The piercing North, and scatters Frosts and Snows.
Winter succeeds, decrepid, wrinkled, old,
Chatter his Teeth, his Limbs all shake with Cold.—
And flutt'ring Zephyrus that prepares her Way:
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Indulgent, strows her Blessings o'er the Land:
Now various Flow'rs enrich'd with Brilliant Dyes,
Now fragrant Odours ev'ry where arise.
Heat, next, and dusty Harvest come in Place,
And Summer Breezes fan the Sun-burnt Face.
Then Autumn comes, repleat with sparkling Wine:
All Hail, Great Bacchus, glorious and divine!
Unsettled then, and changeable the Skies,
And all uncertain are the Winds that rise.
From East and South the roaring Tempest springs,
And with loud Thunder flashing Lightning brings.
Cold then, benumbing, comes, severely blows
The piercing North, and scatters Frosts and Snows.
Winter succeeds, decrepid, wrinkled, old,
Chatter his Teeth, his Limbs all shake with Cold.—
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