Maior erat natu; non omnia possumus omnes, the rhythm of which is retained in this translation: He was the elder by birth; not all of us all things can compass. The iambic senarius consists of six iambics, as Hominem inter vivos quaÉritamus mÓrtuom. (Plautus, Menaechmi, 240.) Among the living we do seek a man who’s dead. This is a common metre in the dialogue parts of dramas. It is one foot longer than the line in English blank verse. The trochaic septenarius, also a common metre in the drama, consists of seven trochees and an additional long syllable. The English line Do not lift him from the bracken; leave him lying where he fell gives an idea of the rhythm. The elegiac distich consists of an hexameter followed by a so-called pentameter, that is, a line made up of six dactyls or spondees, with the omission of the last half of the third and of the sixth feet. This is illustrated and described by Coleridge in the lines, In the hexameter rises the fountain’s silvery column. In the pentameter aye falling in melody back. In the iambic and trochaic metres other feet are often substituted for the iambus and the trochee, but without change of rhythm. Some of the other metres will be explained or illustrated as they occur. Many prominent Romans played some part in the progress of literature. So Publius Rutilius Rufus (born about 158 B. C., consul in 105, died about 75) studied the Stoic philosophy, published speeches, juristic writings, and an autobiography in Latin, and wrote a history in Greek, while Quintus Lutatius Catulus (born about 152 B. C., consul in 102, died in 87) published orations and epigrams. Among the letters written and published in this period none were more admired than those of Cornelia, mother of the Gracchi. Verum hÆc ipse equidem spatiis exclusus iniquis PrÆtereo atque aliis post me memoranda relinquo. Virgil, Georgics, iv, 147 f. It is new spring; spring already harmonious; in spring Jove was born. In the spring loves join together; in the spring the birds wed. She (the swallow) is singing, we are silent. When will my spring come? When shall I become like the swallow and cease to be silent? I have lost the Muse by keeping silent, and Apollo cares not for me. |