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O BEST of all the scatter'd spots that lie
In sea or lake-apple of landscape's eye
How gladly do I drop within thy nest,
With what a sigh of full, contented rest,
Scarce able to believe my journey o'er,
And that these eyes behold thee safe once more!
Oh where's the luxury like a loosen'd heart,
When the mind, breathing, lays its load apart-
When we come home again, tir'd out, and spread
The greedy limbs o’er all the wish'd-for bed!

PENINSULARUM, Sirmio, insularumque
Ocelle, quascunque in liquentibus stagnis
Marique vasto fert uterque Neptunus,
Quam te libenter, quamque lætus inviso,
Vix ms ipse credens Thyniam atque Bithynos
Liquisse campos, et videre te in tuto!
O quid solutis est beatius curis,
Cum mens onus reponit, ac peregrino
Labore fessi venimus larem ad nostrum,
Desideratoque acquiescimus lecto!

This, this alone, is worth an age of toil.
Hail, lovely Sirmio! Hail, paternal soil !
Joy, my bright waters, joy ; your master's come!
Laugh, every dimple on the cheek of home!

Hoc est quod unum est pro laboribus tantis.
Salve, o venusta Sirmio, atque hero gaude!
Gaudete, vosque Lydis: lacus undæ !
Ridete, quidquid est domi cachinnorum!



SICK, Cornificins, is thy friend,
Sick to the heart; and sees no end
Of wretched thoughts, that, gath'ring fast,
Threaten to wear him out at last.
And yet you never come and bring-
Though 'twere the least and easiest thing
A comfort in that talk of thine ;-
You vex me :--this, to love like mine?
Prithee, a little talk, for ease, for ease,
Full as the tears of poor Simonides.

MALE est, Cornifici, tuo Catullo,
Male est mehercule, et laboriose,
Et magis magis in dies et horas :
Quem tu -- quod minimum facillimumque est
Qua solatus es adlocutione ?
Irascor tibi :-- sic meos amores?
Paulum quid lubet adlocutionis
Moestius lacrimis Simonideis.




60, Acme love !" Septimius cried,
As on his lap he held his bride-
“ If all my heart is not for thee,

And doats on thee desperately, date And if it doat not more and more,

As desperate heart ne'er did before, desert May I be doom'd, on desart ground,

To meet the lion in his round!"'*

He said ; and Love, on tiptoe near bim,
Kind at last, and come to cheer him,t
Clapp'd his little hands to hear him.

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Acmen Septimius suos amores,
Tenens in gremio, “Mea,” inquit, “ Açme
Ni te perdite amo, atque amare porro
Omnes sum assidue paratus annos,
Quantum qui pote plurimum perire,
Solus in Libya, Indiare tosta,
Casio veniam obvius leoni.”

Hoc ut dixit, Amor, sinistram ut ante,
Dextram sternuit, approbationem.

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* The aneients believed, that perjured persons were partiEularly liable to encounter wild beasts.

† It has been supposed, that the passage here, which is ratber

But Acme to the bending youth
Just dropping back that rosy mouth,
Kiss'd his reeling, hovering eyes,
And “ O my life, my love !” replies,
“ So may our constant service be
To this one only Deity,
As with a transport doubly true
He thrills your Acme's being through !"

She said ; and Love, on tiptoe near her,
Kind at last, and come to cheer her,

Clapp'd his little hands to hear her.
Favour'd thus by heav'n above,
Their lives are one return of love ;

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At Acme, leviter caput reflectens,
Et dulcis pueri ebrios ocellos
Illo purpureo ore suaviata,
« Sic,” inquit, mea vita, Septimille,
Huic uno domino usque serviamus,
Ut multo mihi major acriorque
Ignis mollibus ardet in medullis.

Hoc ut dixit, Amor sinistram ut ante,

Dextram sternuit approbationem. Nunc ab auspicio bone. profecti,

bono Mutuis animis amant, amanter. amanture Unam Septimius misellus Acmen

obscurely expressed in the original, at least to modern apprehensions, alludes to some difficulties with which the lovers bad met, and wbich bad hitherto prevented their union.

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