[448] 'Ye native gods of Rome! and thou, Apollo, Troy's founder! by whom our race is raised to heaven! let not at least this glory be withdrawn from Latium's children: may Italy for ever hold the heights of art and learning, and most beauteous Rome instruct the nations; albeit all success in arms be lost, so great hath grown the discord of Italia's princes. Yea, one against the other, we draw bloody swords, nor feel we any shame in calling foreign tyrants into our own land.'—Poemata Selecta, p. 245.
[449] 'Hail, light of Italy, thou brightest of the bards! Thee we worship, thee we adore with wreaths, with frankincense, with altars; to thee, as duty bids, for everlasting will we chaunt our holy hymns. Hail, consecrated bard! No increase to thy glory flows from praise, nor needs it voice of ours. Be near, and look upon thy votaries; come, father, and infuse thy fervour into our chaste hearts, and plant thyself within our souls.'—Poemata Selecta, p. 266.
[450] See [Vol. I., Age of the Despots], p. 433, note.
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quoniam in primis ostendere multos Possumus, attactu qui nullius hanc tamen ipsam Sponte suâ sensere luem, primique tulere. Poemata Selecta, p. 67. |
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Quumque animadvertas, tam vastæ semina labis Esse nec in terræ gremio, nec in æquore posse, Haud dubie tecum statuas reputesque necesse est, Principium sedemque mali consistere in ipso Aëre, qui terras circum diffunditur omnes. Ibid. p. 69. |
[453] Ibid. pp. 79, 80.
[454] Ibid. pp. 95, 96.
[455] These phrases he finds for a fowling-piece:—