XXI.

Quis vult esse comes, quis mihi per nemus?

Saltus per virides carmina quis dabit,

Læta voce canens, verbaque temperans
Lætorum volucrum modis?

Huc nobis adeas, huc adeas, fremat

Quamvis acris hyems et Boreæ furor :
Tolli qui vacuis spernit honoribus,

Ad nos huc properat cito.

Hic sub sole brevem quærere si volet
Mensam, et parta satis ducet, aget dies
Securus, quid hyems comparet horrida,
Quid tentet rabies Jovis.

XXII.

'Tis the last rose of summer

Left blooming alone,

All its lovely companions

Are faded and gone :

No flower of its kindred,

No rose-bud is nigh

To reflect back her blushes,

To give sigh for sigh.

MOORE.

XXII.

EN! desolatis quæ sola rubescit in hortis,
En rosa, quam socia deseruere suæ.
Ultima florescit: comites periere venustæ,

Cætera diffugit, marcida facta, cohors.

Non flos ullus adest simili de stirpe creatus, Adsunt punicea germina nulla rosa.

Mutua quæ reddat suspiria, nulla moratur :

Nulla, rubore pari quæ micet ipsa, soror.

XXIII.

THE riders rode abreast and one his shield,
His spear of cornel wood the other held;
The third his bow, and glorious to behold,
His costly quiver, all of burnished gold.
The noblest of the Græcians then appear
And weeping on their shoulders bore the bier ;
With sober pace they marched, and often staid,
And through the master street the corpse conveyed:
The houses to their tops with black were spread,
And even the pavements were with mourning hid.

DRYDEN.

XXIII.

Jamque ibant equites æquo pede sustinet hastam

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E corno hic, clypeum tenet ille: at tertius arcum,
Cui pharetra ex auro pendet, pulcherima visu,
Aurea; tum veniunt, genuit quos Græcia tellus
Præstantes forma, et nulli virtute secundos.
Mærentesque ferunt humeris per strata viarum,
Tardo incedentes gressu, lugubre feretrum.
Hinc, illinc ædes summi ad fastigia tecti,

Et via sub pedibus nigro velantur amictu.

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