Poet Lore (Volume 21) (Paperback)

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: HORACE'S SATIRE, I, ix Translated into English quantitative hexameters By Thomas Ewing, Jr. STROLLING along Via Sacra as with me is a custom, Thinking upon trifles, absorbed in keen cogitation, I ran across a fellow whose name I barely remembered, And, my hand being seized, ' How fares my choice among all things?' ' Cheerfully, as times are,' quoth I, ' and your ready servant.' Feeling him still atow,' What more ? ' I ask, to detach him. ' You know us,' said he, ' for we're a savant.' ' That attracts me Strongly to you,' said I. Perishing to be freed of the nuisance, I hurry, then stop awhile; in the ear of my body servant Whisper a word, anything; with sweat running off to the ankles. Then how keenly, Bolane, the heat of thy huffy temper I envied, sulking; whilst he, in an endless effusion Was rattling on with praise of the streets, city. As not an answer Would I deign to bestow, he exclaimed, ' You long to escape me. ' This was clear at the start. Never hope! I'll faithfully serve you; I mean here and now to follow you.' ' How can it aid you So to follow ? I call on a friend, one down of an illness, Over Tiber, against Caesar's gardens; you're not acquainted.' ' I'm not occupied, and at a walk good; I will attend you.' I lay back my ears as a peevish jade of a donkey Feeling too big a burden upon her. He got a fresh start. ' I know for myself not Viscus nor Varius you'd Deem any more of a friend. For who, at the writing of verses, Rivals me in number or ease; and who at a dance is Featlier r In song I fill Hermogenes full of envy.' Here I slipped in a word edgewise: ' Have you not a mother, Or some near relative to regard you ? ' ' No, not a person. ' They all lie at rest.' 'Happy ones! I only remain then. So end me also; for my sad fate is upon me, Just as a S...