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La lenta palma serba pregio a ’forti 
L’ ellera va carpon co’ pie distorti. 
Mostransi adorne le viti novelle 
D’ abiti varj, e con div.ersa faccia : 
Questa gonfiando, fa crepar la pelle : 
Questa racquista le perdute braccia : 
Quella, tessendo vaghe e liete ombrelle, 
Pur con pampinee fronde Apollo scaccia: 
Quella ancor monca piarge a capo chiuo, 
Spargendo or acqua, per versar poi vino. 
II chiuso e crespo bosso al vento ondeggia, 
E fa la piaggia di verdura adorna : 
11 mirto che sua Dea sempre vagheggia, 
Di bianclii fiori i verdi capelli orna. 
Ivi ogni fiera per amor vaneggia : 
L’ un ver 1’ altro i montoni armau le 
corna : 
L’ un I’ altro cozza, e V un 1’ altro martella 
Davanti all’ amoroso pecorella. 
11 cervo appresso alia Massilia fera 
Co’ pie levati la sua sposa abbraccia: 
Fra I’ erba ove piu ride primavera 
L’ un coniglio con 1’ altro s’ accovaccia. 
Le semplicette capre vanuo a schiera 
Da’ can sicure all’ araorosa traccia ; 
Si l’odio antico, e’l natural timore, 
Ne’ petti ammorza, quando vuole, Ainore ! 
I muti pesci in frotta van notando 
Dentro al vivente e tenero cristallo : 
E spesso, intorno al fonte roteando, 
Guidan felice e dilettoso ballo ; 
Tal volta sopra I’acqua un po’ guizzando, 
Mentre 1’ uni’ altro segue, escono agallo: 
Ogni lor atto setnbra festa e giuoco, 
Ne spergon le fredde acque il dolce fuoco. 
Gli augelletti dipinti intra le foglie 
Fan 1’ aere addolcir con nuove rime : 
E fra piu voci un’ armonias’ accoglie 
Di si beate note, e si sublime, 
Che rnente involta in queste umane spoglie 
Non potriasormontare alle sue cime : 
£ dove Amor gli scorge pel boscbetto 
Saltan di ramo in ramo a lor diletto. 
Al canto della selva Eco rimbomba : 
Ma sotto 1’ ombra che ogni ramo annoda, 
La passeretta gracchia, e attorno romba : 
Spiegail pavon la sua'gemmata coda : 
Bacia il suo dolce sposo la colomba : 
I bianchi cigni fan sonar la proda : 
E presso alia sua vaga tortorella 
llpappagallo squittisce efavella. 
Questo e il loco die tanto a Vener piacque, 
A Vener bella, alia madre d’Amore. 
Qui I’ arcier fraudolente in prima nacque 
Che spesso fa cangiar voglia e colore : 
Quel che soggioga il del, la terra e 1’acque, 
Chetende agli occhireti, e prendeil core; 
Dolce in sembianti, in atto acerbo e fello, 
Giovane nudo, e faretrato augello. 
Translation. 
RESIDENCE OF VENDS. 
In Cyprus stands a mountain fair, 
Where mortal foot hath never been : 
From hence when morning paints the air 
The seven-mouthed Nile is clearly seen. 
[Dec. 1 
This mount protects a smiling mead, 
Spread to the sun’s attempered ray : 
Where Flora’s choicest gifts are shed 
And wanton breezes gently play. 
A golden wall surrounds the glade ; 
O’ershadowed thick by graceful groves : 
Beneath whose boughs, ’midst freshest 
shade. 
The feathered warblers tune their loves. 
Two crystal streams meandering near, 
One sweet, and one cf bitterest wave, 
With grateful murmurs soothe the ear, 
Where Love his golden shafts doth lave. 
Nor heavy frost, nor fleecy snow, 
Nor icy winter’s freezing blast, 
These ever-blooming gardens know, 
But smiling spring the year doth last. 
Nor ever fades the season fair, 
But still through all the circling hours 
Gives to the wind her golden hair 
And intertwines her wreaths of flowers. 
The violet with virgin fear 
Her modest sweets dare scarce disclose; 
While smiling, sparkling, blushing, near. 
Swells in the sun the beauteous rose. 
Her infant buds in green encased, 
And some, maturer, peeping through : 
And some, their transient glory past, 
The ground with faded beauty strew. 
Each fragrant flower, of every hue, 
Whose blooms in classic page are found, 
Refreshed by showers of genial dew, 
With rich embroidery paints the ground. 
H ere Hyacinthus mourns his woes : 
Narcissus still his form admires : 
Adonis wakes fair Venus’ throes, 
And Clytia courts the solar fires.* 
Not Spring, in freshest youth arrayed, 
When first she decks the infant year, 
Such various beauty e’er displayed 
As springs in gay profusion here. 
Umbrageous bowers each scorching beam 
Avert, and shade a crystal well, 
On whose transparent, icy, stream, 
The eye, delighted, loves to dwell. 
Fresh from the living rock distilled, 
That crowns the mountain’s beauteous 
brow, 
Through banks with flowers and fragrance 
filled, 
The peaceful current rolls below 
And feeds the fount, whose grateful flow, 
Repaying well the friendly shade, 
Calls up each growth the forests know, 
In wild luxuriance round it spread. 
The smooth and tapering fir is seen, 
That wings its course across the sea : 
The honey’d ilex ever-green : 
The plant that tempts the brave and free:-!' 
* As the epithets attached to Messrs. 
Crocus and Acanthus did not seem suffi¬ 
ciently graceful for such good company, I 
have ventured to omit them, 
t The laurel. 
V Ape Italicina. —Ao. XX VI. 
Cypressus, 
