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Show MILTON AND GLADSTONE. The British Statesman ChallJVCfy, the Poet as a Translator rif IJtherV Thi3 is Milton's render iiltHorace, book 1, ode 5 (Quia gractf 1m: ; What slender youli.bodewo' odoci. Courts thee on rosea in some "t cave, Pyrrha? For whom hin a In wreaths thy golden hi? C. Plain in thy neatness? Oh, hoV phall he On faith and changed gods coi 3T, and seas Rough with black winds botorm9 Unwonted phall pdmirel Tho now enjoys thee credulous, all gold, Who always vacant, always amiable Hopes thee, of flattering gales Unmindful. Hapless they To whom thou untried seem 'st fair 1 Me In mj vow'd Picture the sacred wall declares to have hung illy dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea. Mr. Gladstone, at the age of 85, thru tenders these beautiful lines: What 6cented stripling, Pyrrha, woes thee not! In pleasant grotto, all with roses fair? For whom those auburn tresses bindest thou With simple care? Full oft shall he thine altered faith bewail, His altered gods, and hi3 unwonted gaze Shall watch the waters darkenicg to the gait In wild amaze. Who now believing gloats on golden charms, Who hopes thee ever void, and ever klixS, Nor knows thy changeful heart nqr tha alantr Of changeful wind. For me let Neptune's temple wall declare How safe escaped in votive offering, My dripping garments owa, suspended tbore, Him ocean king. |