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On every side the sun shot forth the day, And had already with his arrows bright From the mid-heaven chased Capricorn away.—Ibid. |
[140] Parad. 27.
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In the new year, when Sol his tresses gay Dips in Aquarius, and the tardy night Divides her empire with the lengthening day— When o'er the earth the hoar-frost pure and bright Assumes the image of her sister white, Then quickly melts before the genial light— The rustic, now exhausted his supply, Rises betimes—looks out—and sees the land All white around, whereat he strikes his thigh— Turns back—and grieving—wanders here and there, Like one disconsolate and at a stand; Then issues forth, forgetting his despair, For lo! the face of nature he beholds Changed on a sudden—takes his crook again, And drives his flock to pasture from the folds.—Wright. |
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Like goats that having over the crags pursued Their wanton sports, now, quiet pass the time In ruminating—sated with their food, Beneath the shade, while glows the sun on high— Watched by the goatherd with unceasing care, As on his staff he leans, with watchful eye.—Ibid. |
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Indi come orologio che ne chiami Nell'ora che la sposa di Dio surge A mattinar lo sposo perchè l'ami, Che l'una parte e l'altra tira ed urge Tin tin sonando con sì dolce nota Che 'l ben disposto spirto d'amor turge; Così vid'io la gloriosa ruota Muoversi e render voce a voce, in tempra Ed in dolcezza ch'esser non può nota Se non colà dove 'l gioir s'insempra.—Parad. 10. |
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E come surge, e va, ed entra in ballo Vergine lieta, sol per farne onore Alla novizia, e non per alcun fallo.—Ibid. 25. |