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Show ON, A COPY OF THEOCRITUS- Venice. 1493. Theocritus, we love thy aong, ' Where thyme Is jweet and meads are sunny, Where shepherd swains and maidens throng, And bees Hblean hoard lhatr honey. Since ancient Syracusaa day It year by year has grown the sweetes For year by year hrs life's opening ways Bun more in prose and less In meter, And than this quarto, villiim-clad. You could not wish a rrer setting; BeholCi'ig, joa must tt II be glad. If you beheld without forgetting. Mar.u'lus was the rrinter'a name (A publisat r was then unheard of) A fellow of some worthy fame, If history we take t!ie word of. Think when its pages first wir . cut, And eager eyes above themh ivered; Our proudest dwolllng wi s a hut-America hut-America was just discovered. Then' Venice was Inieed a qu"on, And taught the tawny Tvti to fear her; Now has she lost her T y.;l mkn, And yet we could not ho!d her dearer. Betwixt these covers there Is bound A charm that naedeth no completion; A g ilden atmosphere Is found At once Sicilian and Vemt.an. So, while our plauslve song we ralie And hall to the bard whose name Is famous Let us for once divide the bays, AndtothePrintsrcry: Laudamus! Clinton Scollurd. in the Independent. |