Sylvæ, or, The second part of Poetical miscellanies

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Title
Sylvæ, or, The second part of Poetical miscellanies
Author
Dryden, John, 1631-1700.
Publication
London :: Printed for Jacob Tonson ...,
1685.
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Subject terms
Classical poetry -- Translations into English.
English poetry -- Translations from Greek.
English poetry -- Translations from Latin.
English poetry -- 17th century.
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"Sylvæ, or, The second part of Poetical miscellanies." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A36697.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 12, 2024.

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Page 98

From LVCRETIVS Book the Fifth. (Book 5)

Tum porrò puer, &c. (Book 5)

THus like a Sayler by the Tempest hurl'd A shore, the Babe is shipwrack'd on the World: Naked he lies, and ready to expire; Helpless of all that humane wants require: Expos'd upon unhospitable Earth, From the first moment of his hapless Birth. Straight with forebodeing cryes he fills the Room; (Too true presages of his future doom.) But Flocks, and Herds, and every Savage Beast By more indulgent Nature are increas'd.

Page 99

They want no Rattles for their froward mood, Nor Nurse to reconcile them to their food, With broken words; nor Winter blasts they fear Nor change their habits with the changing year: Nor, for their safety, Citadels prepare; Nor forge the wicked Instruments of War: Unlabour'd Earth her bounteous treasure grants, And Nature's lavish hands supplies their common wants.
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