Et cum pallentes inter numeraberis Umbras,
Cum

neque Te vocale melos, neque murmura fontis
Caftalii, citharæve fonus, quam ftrinxit Apollo.
Ex humili ulteriùs poterint revocare cubili ;
Quamvis nulla tuum decorent Insignia Buftum,
At pia Mufa fuper, noftræ nihil indiga Laudis,
Perpetuas aget excubias, lacrymáque perenne
Nutrict ambrosios in odoro Cespite flores.

UDIN' ut occiduæ fignum campana diei

Vespertina fonet ! flectunt se tarda per agros Mugitufque armenta cient, veftigia arator Fefla domum trahit, et folus fub nocte relinquor.

Nunc

TH

HE Curfew tolls * the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd wind flowly o'er the lea,

The plowman homeward plods his weary way,

And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

Now

{quilla di lontano,
Che paia 'l giorno pianger, che si muore.

Dante. Purgat, I. 8.

2.

1

Nunc rerum 'species evanida cedit, et omnis Aura filet, nisi quà pigro scarabæus in orbes Murmure se volvat, nisi tintinnabula longè Dent fonitum, faciles pecori fuadentia fomnos;

Ad Lunam effundat lugubres noctua cantus,
Visa queri, propter fecretos fortè recessus
Si quis eat, turbetque antiqua et in hospita regna,

Hic subterque rudes ulmos, taxique sub umbrâ Quà super ingeftus crebro tumet aggere cefpes, Æternum posuere angufto in carcere duri. Villarum Patres, et longa oblivia ducunt.

Non

2.

Now fades the glimmering landscape on the light,

And all the air a solemn ftillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning light,

And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds ;

3.

Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tow'r

The mopeing owl does to the Moon complain Of such, as wand'ring near her secret bow'r,

Moleft her ancient folitary reign.

Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade,

Where heaves the turf in many a mould’ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid,

The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.