Exercise 27

The Creation, Continued

Thence to behold this new created world,
Th' addition of His empire, how it showed
In prospect from His Throne, how good, how fair,
Answering His great idea. Up He rode,
Following with acclamation and the sound
Symphoneous of ten thousand harps that tuned
Angelic harmonies. The earth, the air

Resounded, (thou rememb'rest for thou heard'st).

HINTS. 1. Whence he could behold the new created world, 2. Added to His empire, how (cuius imaginis) it showed (sum)

3. Seen in prospect from His throne, how fair (it was) and good (aptus),

4. Answering (idoneus) His great mind. He rose (se tollere)

5. And the air resounded with applause and with the harps that sounded

6. Heavenly songs in sweet harmony: the earth

7. Was filled with the sound (insono), sending back the voices to the stars reverberating (pulsus)

8. (Thou rememberest the sound, for it came to thy ears).

Exercise 28

The Creation, Continued

The heavens and all the constellations rang,
The planets in their stations listening stood,
While the bright pomp ascended jubilant.
'Open, ye everlasting gates,' they sang;

'Open, ye heavens, your everlasting doors; let in
The great Creator, from his work returned
Magnificent, His six days' work, a world.'

HINTS. 1. The heavens (arces caelestes) and the constellations rang (imperf.),

2. The planets heard the sound in their course and stopped. 3. While the joyous and gleaming pomp ascended.

4. "O ye immortal gates, open," they sang.

5. "O heaven, open thy eternal gates. ("Great" is placed in this line also.)

6. Let that great (line 5) Creator enter, returning from his task

7. Magnificent, a world having been made by Him (dat.) within the sixth day (lux)."

Exercise 29

The Nightingale, Bradstreet

While musing thus, with contemplation fed,
And thousand fancies buzzing in my brain,
The sweet-tongued philomel perched o'er my head
And chanted forth a most melodious strain,

Which wrapped me so with wonder and delight,

I wished me wings with her awhile to tame my flight.

HINTS. 1. I stood revolving many (thoughts), thus fed by idle dreams (studium, sing.)

2. While a thousand fancies were surging in my idle mind. 3. And (iamque) a melodious bird, the philomel (line 4) stood above my head

4. And poured forth from her tuneful (liquidus) throat her melody.

5. I stood amazed and, ravished with delight, on wings 6. I wished likewise to fly awhile through the air.

Exercise 30

The Nightingale, Continued

"O merry bird," says I, "that fears no snares, That neither toils nor hoards up in thy barns,

Feels no sad thoughts nor cruciating cares

To gain more good, or shun what might thee harm;
Thy clothes ne'er wear, thy meat is everywhere,

Thy bed a bough, thy drink the water clear,

Remind'st not what is past, nor what's to come dost fear."

HINTS. 1. Fortunate (fem.) (one) indeed (nimis); no nets (are) a fear (dat.) for thee.

2. No labor urges thee on; neither dost thou gather the harvests into thy granaries,

3. To be conscious of naught, to be afflicted with no care 4. Is thy lot; the more thou seekest (subj.) the (more) thou dost avoid harm (pl.);

5. And (at) thy food (is) everywhere, and (at) thy clothes never wear out,

6. Thy cups are the clear fountains, thy bed a bough,

7. Neither mindful (dat.) of the past (vetera, um) nor fearing (dat.) what is soon to come (fut. partic.).

Exercise 31

Lycidas, Milton

Where were ye, Nymphs, when the remorseless deep
Closed over the head of your loved Lycidas?

For neither were ye playing on the steep,

Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie:
Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high,

Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream:
Ay me! I fondly dream

Had ye been there, for what could that have done?
What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore,
The Muse herself for her enchanting son,

Whom universal nature did lament,

When by the rout that made the hideous roar,
His gory visage down the stream was sent,
Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?

HINTS. 1. What places held ye Nymphs, ("The deep" and "loved" also go in this line at the end.)

2. When the remorseless deep (line 1) sent the loved (line 1) head of Lycidas beneath the wave?

3. For neither were ye playing (agere ludos) on the steep (vertex declivus),

4. Where the bards of ancient fame, the Druids, rest;

5. Nor (nec iam) where Mona stands high with rugged peaks,

6. Nor where the mystic Deva (Dēva, masc.) wanders in spreading stream.

7. Ah me (dat.), deceived by vain fancies (sing.) I imagine you (pl.)

8. Present; for what could your presence avail (imp. subj.)? 9. What could (iuvo) the Muse herself, I say, the mother of Orpheus (genetrix Orphēïă),

10. The Muse for her son (accus. depending on iuvo understood), who melted all with song,

11. Whom when snatched away (part.) universal nature, pitying, did lament

12. At the time when the rout (thiasus) which filled the air with shouts

13. Unhallowed, gave his head (ora) to the swift waters of the Hebrus,

14. The gory head (ora, repeated) of the hero, to carry (infin.) to the shores of Lesbos.

Exercise 32

Lycidas, Continued

Alas what boots it with incessant care

To tend the homely slighted shepherd's trade,
And strictly meditate the thankless muse? . . .
Fame is the spur that the clear mind doth raise,
(The last infirmity of noble mind),

To scorn delights and live laborious days,
But the fair guerdon which we hope to find,

And think to burst out into sudden blaze,

Comes the blind Fury with th' abhorred shears,
And slits the thin-spun life. "But not the praise,"
Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears.

HINTS.

1. Alas, alas! what boots it (iuvo) to ply (exerceo) with faithful zeal

2. The despised art (opus) of the shepherd and his inglorious tasks,

3. Meditating (accus.) the ungrateful muse with persistent zeal (munus)?

4. Fame, which (is) the last infirmity (error) of the noble breast,

5. Fame has a spur which urges on (subj.) the fiery hearts 6. To scorn delights, and live laborious (acerbus) days. 7. When, however, we hope to be able to obtain the longed-for

8. Prize, and to break through the darkness into sudden light,

9. Comes the blind Fury, and with her hateful shears (sing.) ("Life" goes in this line)

10. Cuts the thin threads of life (line 9). "But not, however," says Apollo,

11. "The glory of it also (et)." And he touched my trembling ears.

Exercise 33

Sohrab and Rustum, Arnold

But the majestic river floated on,

Out of the mist and hum of that low land,

Into the frosty starlight and there moved
Rejoicing, through the hushed Chorasmian waste,
Under the solitary moon; - He flowed
Right for the polar star, past Orgunje,
Brimming and bright and large; then sands begin
To hem his watery march, and dam his streams,
And split his currents; that for many a league,