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And in Trachinia shall the funeral pyre
Purge his mortalities away with fire;
Γαμβρός δ' αθανάτων κεκλήσεται, οι τάδ' έπαρσαν
CATULLUS'S RETURN HOME
TO THE PENINSULA OF SIRMIO.
O Best of all the scatter'd spots that lie
PENINSULARUM, Sirmio, insularumque
Oh where's the luxury like the smile at heart, When the mind, breathing, lays its load apart,When we come home again, tir'd out, and spread The loosen'd limbs o'er all the wish’d-for bed !
This, this alone is worth an age of toil.
O quid solutis est beatius curis,
STORY OF CYLLARUS AND HYLONOME.
AN EPISODE FROM OVID'S BATTLE OF THE CENTAURS AND LAPITHE.
“PIRIThous having invited “the half-horsie people" to his wedding-feast, when he married Hippodamia, one of them was so inflamed with the beauty of the bride, that he started up in the midst of the drinking and carousing, and attempted to carry her off. Theseas, the friend of Pirithous, seized a great antique goblet, craggy with sculpture, and dashed his face to shatters with it, so that he died. The other Centaurs, seeing their brother killed, grew frantic for revenge, and a tremendous battle ensued. The whole account fills the ear and the imagination, like an enormous uproar. It is a gigantic hubbub, full of huge fists, hoofs, weapons, and flying furniture, chandeliers torn down, and tables snatched up, shrieks of females, and roarings and tramplings of men and half-men. One of the Lapithe makes nothing of rending away a door post that would load a waggon; and a Centaur tears up an altar with fire upon it, and sends it blazing among the enemy. The different modes in which the deaths are inflicted are as various as any in Homer ; and the poet, with admirable propriety, has given his battle all the additional interest, which the novelty of the figures engaged in it could suggest.
“ The episode of the two lovers comes out of all this turbulence, like the dropping of rain from the eaves after a thunder-storm. The measure in which the version is written, has been chosen as the most capable of expressing the alternate laxity and compression for which Ovid's style is remarkable. The translator found the heroic couplet hamper him, tending either to too great length or the reverse. With the old ballad measure before us, one may do as one pleases ; and there is something in it that suits the simplicity of the affections.”- Indicator, No. 26.
Nor could thy beauty, Cyllarus,
Protect thee in the fray ;'
After a human way.
Nec te pugnantem tua, Cyllare, forma redemit,
His beard was in the flowery bud,
Touched, like his hair, with gold ;
His tresses ran, and rolled.
An earnest cheer was in his look ;
And every human part,
Matched with the proudest art.
Such was his look and shape, to where
The nether form began;
Nor where he put the courser on,
Dishonoured he the man.
Barba erat incipiens ; barbæ color aureus ; aurea