The mingling colours sweetly fade, He look'd; the swelling Cloud on high But now the sun, with rising ray, New folds ascend, new shades disclose, Now Now high in air with gorgeous train, THE SPEECH OF PROTEUS TO ARISTEUS, CONTAINING THE STORY OF ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE; Translated from the 4th book of Virgil's Georgics. A collegiate exercise. June 1770. A GOD pursues thee with immortal hate, By crimes provoked, that wake the wrath of fate; And calls the powers t' avenge his injured bride. Unhappy Fair! nor on the fated way NON GEORGIC. Lib. 4. v. 453. te nullius exercent numinis iræ ; prey. Magna luis commissa: tibi has miserabilis Orpheus Haudquaquam ob meritum pœnas (ni fata resistant) Suscitat, & rapta graviter pro conjuge sævit. Illa quidem, dum te fugeret per flumina præceps, Immanem ante pedes hydram moritura puella Servantem ripas alta non vidit in herba. |