[8] The duration is variously estimated—from 2489 to 18,000 years. See Conington’s note.
[9] This fine passage—much of the beauty of which is necessarily lost in this attempt at a translation—has been often imitated, not least successfully by Thomson, in the eulogy upon his native island with which he begins the fifth book of his poem on “Liberty.”
[10] When we find, in a modern manual, even directions “How to tame vicious bees,” it is hard to say what a master of beecraft can not do.—See Mr Pettigrew’s clever and amusing ‘Handy Book.’
[11] Jules Legris.
[12] ‘Fall of Rome,’ iv. 576.
[13] The following pedigree is mythical—as pedigrees often are:
Tros.
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Ilus. Assaracus.
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Laomedon. Capys.
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Priam. Anchises.
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Æneas.
[14] Iliad, xx. 306.
[15] The extracts are in all cases (where not otherwise marked) from Mr Conington’s translation, and are made with the permission of his representatives and publishers.
[16] Milton has translated the line almost literally:—