The Georgics and Eclogues of Virgil: Translated Into English Verse by Theodore Chickering Williams, with an Introduction by George Herbert Palmer

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Harvard University Press, 1915 - 166 pages
 

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Page 65 - My fondest prayer is that the Muses dear, Life's joy supreme, may take me to their choir, Their priest, by boundless ecstasy possessed. The heavenly secrets may they show, the stars, Eclipses of the sun, the ministries Of the laborious moon, why quakes the earth, And by what power the oceans fathomless Rise, bursting every bound, then sink away To their own bed; why wintry suns so swift Roll down to ocean's stream; what obstacle Opposes then the lingering wheels of night.
Page 66 - Twixt brothers breaking faith. . . . he need not weep For pity of the poor, nor lustful-eyed View great possessions. He plucks mellow fruit From his own orchard trees and gathers in The proffered harvest of obedient fields. Of ruthless laws, the forum's frenzied will, Of public scrolls of deed and archive sealed, He nothing knows. Let strangers to such peace Trouble with oars the boundless seas or fly To wars, and plunder the palaces of kings; Make desolate whole cities. ... A man here hoards His...
Page 18 - ... in their undergraduate years, and in the years immediately following. In fact, he and Williams were, in a sense, chums for a time, in one of the Harvard halls. Of Williams, too, and soon after his lamented death, in introducing his translation of "The Georgics and Eclogues of Virgil," Palmer wrote: "This open-mindedness, intellectual refinement, and disposition to create his own modes of speech made poetry, and indeed Fine Art of all sorts, a constant ingredient of his daily life. It never became...
Page 67 - One day such reek exultant, on the next Lose evermore the long-loved hearth and home. Meanwhile the husbandman upturns the glebe With well-curved share, inaugurating so The whole year's fruitful toil, by which he feeds His native land, his children's children too, His flocks and herds, and cattle worth his care. Ever the gifts flow on : the liberal year Teems with good apples, with the flock's increase, And sheaves of tasselled corn; the furrowed fields Bestow in bursting barns their goodly store.
Page 19 - All who met him felt his unselfish character and were fascinated by its blending of virility and loveliness. Religion went all through him. He might be said to live with the Eternal and to be ever engaged in tracking its presence through temporal things.
Page 108 - Then there's a useful flower Growing in meadows, which the country folk Call star-wort, not a blossom hard to find, For its large cluster lifts itself in air Out of one root; its central orb is gold But it wears petals in a numerous ring Of glossy purplish blue; 'tis often laid In twisted garlands at some holy shrine. Bitter its taste; the shepherds gather it In valley-pastures where the winding streams Of Mella flow. The roots of this steeped well In hot, high-flavored wine, thou may'st set down...
Page 138 - Now come the world's last days, the age foretold By Cumae's prophetess in sacred song. The vast world-process brings a new-born time. Once more the Virgin comes and Saturn's reign, Behold a heaven-born offspring earthward hies! Holy Lucina, lend thy light and aid The while this child is born before whose power The iron race of mortals shall away, And o'er this earth a golden people reign, For blest Apollo is at last their king.
Page 100 - But when the swarm flits aimless through the air Heeds not its honied treasure, and would soar Free of the cool hives, in such idle play Thy art must govern their inconstant mind. The task is easy. Thou hast but to clip The leaders...
Page 51 - But neither flowering groves Of Media's rich realm, nor Ganges proud, Nor Lydian fountains flowing thick with gold, Can match their glories with Italia; Not Bactria nor Ind, nor all the wealth Of wide Arabia's incense-bearing sands. This land by Jason's bulls with breath of flame Never was ploughed, nor planted with the teeth Of monstrous dragon, nor that harvest grew Of helmed warrior-heads and myriad spears. But full-eared corn and goodly Massic wine Inhabit here, with olives and fat herds. The...

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