Et cum pallentes inter numeraberis Umbras, ELEG I A. Α UDIN' ut occiduæ fignum campana diei Vefpertina fonet! flectunt fe tarda per agros Mugitufque armenta cient, veftigia arator Feffa domum trahit, et folus fub nocte relinquor. Nunc E L E G Y.. T 1. HE Curfew tolls * the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind flowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fquilla di lontano, Che paia 'I giorno pianger, che fi muore. Dante. Purgat. l. 8. Nunc rerum fpecies evanida cedit, et omnis Aura filet, nifi quà pigro scarabæus in orbes Murmure fe volvat, nifi tintinnabula longè Dent fonitum, faciles pecori fuadentia fomnos; 3. Aut nifi fola fedens hederofo in culmine turris Ad Lunam effundat lugubres noctua cantus, Si quis eat, turbetque antiqua et inhospita regna. 4. Hic fubterque rudes ulmos, taxique fub umbrâ, Quà fuper ingeftus crebro tumet aggere cefpes, Æternum pofuere angufto in carcere duri Villarum Patres, et longa oblivia ducunt. Non Now fades the glimmering landscape on the fight, And all the air a folemn ftillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds; 3. Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tow'r The mopeing owl does to the Moon complain Of fuch, as wand'ring near her fecret bow'r, Moleft her ancient folitary reign. 4. Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's fhade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet fleep. |