Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . FRANCIS MAHONY, ESQ. FATHER PROUT. 1805—1866. What a singular transformation—a Jesuit priest turning news-paper correspondent and magazine writer! No one has para-phrased Horace more exquisitely than Father Prout, and of all hisparaphrases, there is not one more exquisite and more close tothe original (a merit sometimes overlooked in clever translations)than the following :— ODE IX. See how the winter blanches Soractes giant brow!Hear how the forest branches
Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . FRANCIS MAHONY, ESQ. FATHER PROUT. 1805—1866. What a singular transformation—a Jesuit priest turning news-paper correspondent and magazine writer! No one has para-phrased Horace more exquisitely than Father Prout, and of all hisparaphrases, there is not one more exquisite and more close tothe original (a merit sometimes overlooked in clever translations)than the following :— ODE IX. See how the winter blanches Soractes giant brow!Hear how the forest branches Groan for the weight of snow IWhile the fixd ice impanelsRivers within their channels. Out with the frost ! expel her I Pile up the fuel block,And from thy hoary cellar Produce a Sabine crock ;O Thaliarck ! rememberIt counts a fourth December. Give to the gods the guidanceOf earths arrangements.—List ! The blasts at their high biddanceFrom the vexd deep desist. Nor mid the cypress riot ; And the old elms are quiet. 233 H H n ?A-.
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