EXERCISE III. "Aurora." I. With golden locks Aurora aloftp With dewy wing flies, and with Rosy cheeks2 hails inert Spring, and with Friendly whisper3 soothes, II. Until April breaks its chains, leaping Fields. III. Her, while the gentle flock with rude dance Delights to ply tender feet, Each bird regardless of sleep, Hails, returning." IV. With fiery wings may I be borne, and may-I-be-able2-to Fly among the musical ranks, While Nature strikes the lyre, and Spontaneously begins melody. EXERCISE IV. "Nox erat." I. It is sweet, when darkness creeps through sky, To fly the town's crowds, and Seek silent2 recesses of a secret grove II. It is sweet, through radiant heaven's clime, When with new horn the moon1 shines among III. Around, every flock reposess on plain, And troops of birds wearied With song in the ivy's boughs, Enjoy the blessings of rest.3 IV. And earth and all the sky is hushed, No voice disturbs the ear, save where from hollowed Oak the owl singingt pours-forth dismal Strains. EXERCISE V. " Integer vitæ." I. Choose" to celebrate on the flute, Clio, The master of passions and hot contention, II. Such-as amid the treacherous sea's tides, III. He disregards with calm countenance both2 swelling Season, and constant at once in prosperous And adverse fortunes. IV. Neither the surging sea's ire terrifies him, Nor caverns yawning with a roar : The crashing world's frame would strike him fearless. EXERCISE VI. "M. C. Marcellum alloquitur Q. Horatius Flaccus." I. While the youth, studious of thy fame, While mute walls learn to re-echo thy dear Name; II. May it be allowed,* O pillar of Latin fame, May it be allowed (that) my voice join: and, O Sun, W Happy thy Prince being recovered.3 III. Many a breeze exalts the name of Marcellus, Many a muse extols3 to3 the stars3 his Virtues, and mind2 and golden qualities with joyous Song. IV. Or if fleets, and beaks2 sharp for war V. Or if thou wish for squadrons, longing to be hailed Eager to ride an avenger in the dark Whirlwind of war. VI. Or if thou meditate civil cares, A happy patrony of Pallas and the lyre, On Pallas thou wilt conferz her former glory With thy-father'sa skill. VII. Go, where honour calls thee, go through lofty Regions of glory; on (your) steps3 as-you-lead presses, Versede in your praises, The rival youth; VIII. Meditating not trivial laurels, and Surpassing its own strength, to thee alone it yields, Contends. IX. Pleasant contest! Easy triumphs! To grudge foes the honour of the palm Is great fame, to have been able to be conquered by thee Is greater glory. y Fautor. ■ Arrogo. a Paternus. d Major. b Præeuns, gen. c Docilis, gen. EXERCISE VII. I. Spring, splendid ornament of the returning year, Whom sweet Venus favours, and (to whom) minister The Seasons, wreathing garlands, adorned with rosy Flowers; II. Set me in plains where the doves Hail thee1 joyous with liquid voice, While Zephyr fans4 the serene sky with light Wing. III. Set me where a lofty oak spreads2 darkness, And a grove with shrubs inwoven Hides the waves of a river flowing rapidly beneath. IV. Muse, may'st thou calmly repose with me, Flying the impious tumults of the crowd, Abovef the fickles honour of the mob.3 Nymph, who imitating words, conceal Haunt the threshold of a cave, |