X. Yonder feats and fields of light Let thy ravish'd thought explore; TRANSLATIONS from HORACE. By Mr. MARRIOTT, of Trinity-Hall, Cambridge. Book I. Ode XVII. Invitation to his Mistress. FT Faunus leaves Arcadia's plain, And to the Sabine hill retreats : He guards my flocks from rushing rain, Where lurks the thyme, or fhrubs appear, My goats no pois'nous ferpent fear, Safe wand'ring through the woodland way. No hoftile wolf the fold invades ; My fong and all the fylvan fhades, By Echo taught, return the found. The gods my verfe propitious hear, For Refponfive to the Teian ftring, Within the fun-defended vale, No rival, here, fhall burft the bands That wreathe my charmer's beauteous hair, Nor feize her weakly ftruggling hands; Book B Book II. Ode VI. Imitated. EVIL, that with your friend would roam, Far from your England's happier home, Should e'er the Fates that friend detain In gayer France, or graver Spain; Know, all my wish is to retreat, But fhould this pleafing hope be vain, Sweet groves, I love your filent fhades, Here, let our eve of life be spent ; And here thy generous tear be paid. Book II. Ode XII. Tranflated. HE wars of Numantia and Hannibal dire, THE On land, or on ocean the fighting, Mæcenas, ne'er fuited my peaceable lyre, In subjects much softer delighting. You love not of centaurs embattled to hear, In profe, my good patron, more nobly you write, Alone my gay Mufe of Licinia would fing, While you play with her hair that is carelessly curl'd, Thus Thus bleft with the nymph, how transporting the joy! Who whimsical, wanton, amuses; Who pleasingly forward, or prettily coy, Oft fnatches the kifs fhe refuses. To a LADY making a Pin-Basket. By the Same. HILE objects of a parent's care, Nor rife your beauteous work in vain. Oft be your fecond race furvey'd, And oft a new pin-basket made. When marriage was in all its glory, |