Who, while the moon peeps out,
Dance with the Graces round about
Their queen in cadence;
While far ’mid fire and noise
Vulcan his forge employs,
Where Cyclops grim aloft their ponderous sledges poise.”
A paraphrase that, not a translation; but not even Horace could find it in his heart to gainsay so graceful a paraphrase. Another effective metrical arrangement which shows off well Prout’s astonishing copiousness of rhyme is that of the Quum tu Lydia (i. 13):
“But where meet (thrice fortunate!)
Kindred hearts and suitable,
Strife comes ne’er importunate,