isa-normaladvance-1915-00069

Description:	THE NORMAL ADVANCE69Though he travel the sweltering African sands,And the land of Caucasians, guest-hating race,Though he wander where storied Hydaspesdoth flow,The gods guard his path in the farthermostplace.For I once was wandring, untroubled by care,In the forest that skirted my dear Sabine farm,And there as I sang of my love, Lalage,A wolf fled my path in the wildest alarm.He might have destroyed me ere I was aware,For a monster he was, such as never is seenIn the far rainless reaches, the king lions home,Nor in warlike Apulias oak forests green.Place me in the uttermost land of the earth,A land that is clouded and bleak evermore,Where no bud stirs to life in the springs gentlebreeze,And the wrath of the gods presses heavily oer.Place me where the heat of the too nearing sunIn his keenness refuses a refuge to me,I will still fondly, dwell on thy dear prattlingvoice,I will still love thy laughter, my sweet Lalage!O noble Phoebus, O sublimest shell,Grant inspiration, hear me as I callFor power to sing with pleasing, magic spell,Beneath whose charm no heart can help butfall.Poscimur Siquid vacui sub umbra.John Koch.Come, tuneful lyre, here beneath the shadeLets sing a song, some stately melody.If ever strain was known, that ere Ave played,Let this be known in all eternity.First struck by great Alcaeus, Lesbos pride.Who ever you as his companion bore,When surging on in Avars relentless tide,Or when his storm-tossed bark had reachedthe shore.Eheu fugaces, Postume, Postume.Hallie Faemee.The fleeing years Avill glide away,Nor will your piety delayYour wrinkles and your destined end,Oh Postumus, my friend, my friend,Not if three hundred bulls you slayAnd offer up from day to dayUnbending Pluto to appease,Whose gloomy Avaves on all men seize.Across those hated Avaves must goAll those who love earths pleasures so,The kings Avho rule by dread command,The humble tillers of the land.In vain from bloody Avars we fleeAnd shun the anger of the sea,In vain we fear the southern wind,-So dangerous to all our kind.Cocytos with his sluggish stream,The hated Danaids must be seen,And crafty Sisyphus, condemnedTo Aveary labors without end.The earth, your home, your wife so dear,Must all be left behind you here Only the cypress which you hateAttends you at the dreaded gate.He sang of Muses, Bacchus, Venus fair,And Cupid, whispering in his mothers ear,And Lycus, handsome boy, attending there,With dark eyes shining Avhen he saAv him near.Your heir will empty at his easeThe casks you guard with many keysAnd on the pavement it will flow,Wine such as pontiffs never know.
Source:	http://indstate.contentdm.oclc.org/cdm/ref/collection/isuarchive/id/34883
Collection:	Indiana State University Archives

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