INDEX OF FIRST LINES TRANSLATED

Ah fading joy! how quickly art thou past

Ah, friend, 'tis true: this truth you lovers know
Ah why, unfeeling winter, why

Alas, they had been friends in youth

Dryden

Wordsworth
Longfellow

Pope
Pope
Meleager
Thomson

Dryden

Pope

A

PAGE

Moschus
Pindarus
Milton
Prior

152

235

47

131

138

12

72

244

249

42

86

III

210-II

251

Alas, what boots it with incessant care

All earthly charms however dear

All in a moment through the gloom were seen
All my past life is mine no more

All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom
Ἀλλ ̓ ἐπεὶ σπλαγχνων ὕπο μάτερος
Almighty Spirit, thou that by.

Αλσος δ ̓ ὡς ἱκόμεσθα βαθύσκιον εὕρομεν ἔνδον
And either tropic now 'gan thunder
And must sad Eva lose her lord?
And now the nightingale not distant far
And when the Sun begins to fling
And wilt thou weep when I am low
Another part in squadrons and gross
Anon 'out of the earth a fabric huge
Ἀρετὰ πολύγμοχθε γένει βροτείῳ
Αρματα μὲν τάδε λαμπρὰ τεθρίππων
As bees in spring-time

As in the cool of early day

J. Montgomery
S. T. Coleridge
Milton

H. More

Aristoteles
Euripides
Milton

Gay

209-10
316-18

330
.200-2

146

D'Avenant
Langhorne

Anon.

15

15

Blows not a blossom on the breast of spring
Boy, ere the cares of life lie dim

Bright be the place of thy soul

Busy, curious, thirsty fly

But canst thou wield the sword and bend the bow

But hark, the din of arms! no time for sorrow
But he's the Tityus who is robbed of rest
But his proud head the airy mountain hides
But she with sick and scornful looks averse
But that immortal spirit which was deckt
But thou who own'st that earthly bed.
By music minds an equal temper know

Can I cease to care

Care, thou canker of all joys

Cease, man of woman born, to hope relief
Cease, O Ulysses, cease at length to mourn
Cease, rude Boreas, blustering railer

Κηρύσσω τὸν Ερωτα τὸν ἄγριον· ἄρτι γὰρ ἔρτι
Χείματος ηνεμόεντος ἀπ' αἰθέρος οἰχομένοιο
Χρυσέα φόρμιγξ Ἀπόλλωνος καὶ ἰοπλοκάμων
Cicada, thou who tipsy with the dews
Cold on Canadian hills or Minden's plain

Come take thy harp: 'tis vain to muse

Come then, my friend! my genius come along
Consider ye and call for the mourning women
Κογχὸς ἐγώ, Ζεφυρῖτι, παλαίτερος· ἀλλὰ σὺ νῦν με
Content with poverty my soul I arm

302

227

Pope

Burns

253

Grant

392

Prior

193

Landor

174

G. A. Stevens

345

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Meleager

Meleager

Pindarus

F. Wrangham
Langhorne

T. Moore
Pope

Jeremiah

Callimachus

Dryden

125

323-5

252

5

189

286

20

.275-6

. 157

44