Part 40 (1/2)

254 'Then he tells in song how Gallus as he strayed by the streams of Permessus was led by one of the sisters to the Aonian mount.'

'All those strains, which when attuned by Phoebus, Eurotas heard, enraptured, and bade his laurels learn by heart, he sings.'

255 Compare for this use of _mollis_ in the sense of 'impressible'

Cicero's description of his brother Quintus (Ep. ad Att. i. 17): 'Nam, quanta sit in Quinto fratre meo comitas, quanta iucunditas, quam mollis animus et ad accipiendam et ad deponendam iniuriam, nihil attinet me ad te, qui ea nosti, scribere.'

256 'Fundit humo facilem victum _iustissima_ tellus.'

257 'There all alone he used to fling wildly to the mountains and the woods these unpremeditated words in unavailing longing.'

258 'He, his snow-white side reposing on the tender hyacinth,-'

259 'We leave the dear fields'-'Therefore you will still keep your fields, large enough for your desires'-'He allowed my herds to wander at their will, even as you see'-'Ah! the hope of all my flock, which she had just borne, she left on the bare flint pavement'-'Go on, my she-goats, once a happy flock, go on.'

260 This is the tone of the whole of the first Elegy of Tibullus, e.g.

Ipse seram teneras maturo tempore vites Rusticus et facili grandia poma manu.

Nec tamen interdum pudeat tenuisse bidentem, etc.

261 'You are but a clown, Corydon, Alexis cares not for gifts.'

262 'As if this could heal my madness.'

263 'Ah! may the rough ice not cut thy tender feet.'

264 'Shall I see you from afar hang from some bushy rock.'

'Here green Mincio forms a fringe of soft reeds along his bank.'

265 'I shall not yield in song either to Thracian Orpheus or to Linus, though he be aided by his mother, he by his father, Orpheus by Calliope, Linus by the fair Apollo. Even Pan, should he strive with me with all Arcadia as umpire, even Pan would say that he was vanquished, with Arcadia as umpire.'

266 'On this side, with its old familiar murmur, the hedge, your neighbour's boundary, on all the sweets of whose willow blossom the bees of Hybla have fed, will often gently woo you to sleep; on that from the foot of a high rock the song of the woodman will rise to the air; nor meanwhile will your darlings, the hoa.r.s.e wood-pigeons, cease to coo, nor the turtle-dove to moan from the high elm-tree.'

267 Poems by Matthew Arnold. Memorial Verses:-

'He found us when the age had bound Our souls in its benumbing round,' etc.

268 'Such charm is in thy song for us, O G.o.dlike poet, as is to weary men the charm of deep sleep on the gra.s.s, as, in summer heat, it is to quench one's thirst in a sparkling brook of fresh water.'

269 'What gifts shall I render to you, what gifts in recompense of such a strain: for neither the whisper of the coming south wind gives me such joy, nor the sound of sh.o.r.es beaten on by the wave, nor of rivers hurrying down through rocky glens.'

270 Coleridge's Memoirs, vol. ii. p. 411.

271 Life and Letters, vol. i. p. 371.

272 From the similarity between the lines in Hor. Sat. i. 1. 114,

Ut c.u.m carceribus missos,

and those at the end of Georg. i. 512,