“Versa loci facies.” Fòe, Anu. iv. 67, RADIT Aricinæ vallis latus acriter aura, Plurima lætitiæ tunc undique risit imago, Nunc nihil aspicias hinc nisi et inde nivem. The trees are a' bare, and the birds mute and dowie, They shake the cauld drift frae their wings as they flee; And chirp out their plaints, seeming wae for my Johnnie; "Tis winter wi' them and 'tis winter wi' me. TANNAHILL. Arbos muta; silent pavefactæ, interque volandum Excutiunt alis sessile frigus, aves; Voce loqui visæ blanda, Ploramus Amyntam. Venit hiems illis; et mihi venit hiems. HE sung what spirit thro' the whole mass is spread, How the kind Sun usefully comes and goes, He sung how Earth blots the Moon's gilded wane Why swords and plagues attend their fatal hair, “Est Deus in nobis: agitante calescimus illo." Ord. Fivis NAMQUE canebat uti, penetrans omnem undique, totam Spiritus intus agat molem: confirmet ut æther Quo vulgent mala, quove vocent in prælia gentes. |