To The Fountain Of Bandusia. - Translations From Horace.

OD. iii. 13.


Bandusia, stainless mirror of the sky!
Thine is the flower-crown'd bowl, for thee shall die,
When dawns again yon sun, the kid;
Whose budding horns, half-seen, half-hid,

Challenge to dalliance or to strife - in vain!
Soon must the hope of the wild herd be slain,
And those cold springs of thine
With blood incarnadine.

Fierce glows the Dog-star, but his fiery beam
Toucheth not thee: still grateful thy cool stream
To labour-wearied ox,
Or wanderer from the flocks:

And henceforth thou shalt be a royal fountain:
My harp shall tell how from yon cavernous mountain,
Topt by the brown oak-tree,
Thou breakest babblingly.

Charles Stuart Calverley

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O fountain of Bandusia! more glittering than glass,
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In vain the glory of the brow where proudly swell above
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For in thy honor he shall die,--the offspring of the herd,--
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The Dog-star's cruel season, with its fierce and blazing heat,
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O fountain of Bandusia!
Whence crystal waters flow,
With garlands gay and wine I'll pay
The sacrifice I owe;
A sportive kid with budding horns
I have, whose crimson blood
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Thy cool and babbling flood.

O fountain of Bandusia!
The Dog-star's hateful spell
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That from thy bosom well;
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The roving cattle here
Hasten in quest of certain rest,
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O fountain of Bandusia!
Ennobled shalt thou be,
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O fountain of Bandusia,
Whence crystal waters flow,
With garlands gay and wine I'll pay
The sacrifice I owe;
A sportive kid with budding horns
I have, whose crimson blood
Anon shall dye and sanctify
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The dog-star's hateful spell
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That from thy bosom well;
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Nymph of the stream, whose source perpetual pours
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