LXIII.

8 _Taborine_

Beat loud the tabourines, let the trumpets blow.

_Troilus and Cressida_, Act iv. sc. 5.

16 _Aby_

abide; as, I think, in Spenser's _Faerie Queene_, vi. 2, 19.

But he was fierce and whot, Ne time would give, nor any termes aby.

Below, lxiv. 297, I have used it in its more common meaning of atoning for, _Faerie Queene_, iv. 1, 53.

Yet thou, false Squire, his fault shalt deare aby, And with thy punishment his penance shalt supply.

_Midsummer Night's Dream_, iii. 2.

Lest to thy peril thou aby it dear.

24 _Ululation._

There sighs, complaints, and ululations loud Resounded through the air without a star.

LONGFELLOW'S _Dante Inf_. iii. 22.

41 _When he smote the shadowy twilight with his healthy team sublime._

Ere yet they blind the stars, and the wild team Which love thee, yearning for thy yoke, arise, And shake the darkness from their loosen'd manes, And beat the twilight into flakes of fire.

TENNYSON, _Tithonus_.

83 _On a nervy neck._

Four maned lions hale The sluggish wheels; solemn their toothed maws, Their surly eyes brow-hidden, heavy paws Uplifted drowsily, and nervy tails Covering their tawny brushes.

KEATS, _Endymion_, II. ad fin.

LXIV. 160.

_Yet to your household thou, your kindred palaces olden._

I have combined _thou_ with _your_ purposely, to suggest the idea conveyed in _uestras_ as opposed to _potuisti_, the family abode as opposed to the individual Theseus.

183 _Flexibly fleeting_

bent as they move rapidly through the water.

186 _No glimmer of hope_

from Heyse,

Keinerlei Flucht, kein Schimmer der Hoffnung, stumm liegt Alles.

258 _Gordian._

She was a gordian shape of dazzling hue, Vermilion-spotted, golden, green, and blue.

KEATS, _Lamia_, Part I.

308 _Wreaths sat on each hoar crown, whose snows flush' d rosy beneath them._

I have attempted here to give what I conceive Catullus may have meant to convey by the remarkable collocation _At roseo niueae residebant uertice uittae_. Properly, the wreaths are rosy, the locks snow-white; but the colour of the wreaths is so blent with the colour of the locks that each is lost in the other, and an inversion of epithets becomes possible.

_So, in fury of heart, shall death's stern reaper, Achilles._

A verse seems to have been lost here, which I have thus supplied.

LXVIII. 149.

_So, it is all I can, take, Allius, answer, a little Verse, to requite thy much friendship, a contrary boon_.

These little rites, a stone, a verse, receive, 'Tis all a father, all a friend can give.

POPE, _Epitaph on the children of Lord Digby._

LXIX. 4.

_Clarity_

clearness, transparency.

Here clarity of candour, history's soul, The critical mind in short.

BROWNING, _Ring and Book_, i. 925.