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Sicelides Musae, paulo maiora canamus.&
non omnis arbusta iuvant humilesque myricae;&
si canimus silvas, silvae sint consule dignae.&

Ultima Cumaei venit iam carminis aetas;&
magnus ab integro saeclorum nascitur ordo. &              5
iam redit et Virgo, redeunt Saturnia regna,&
iam nova progenies caelo demittitur alto.&
tu modo nascenti puero, quo ferrea primum&
desinet ac toto surget gens aurea mundo,&
casta fave Lucina; tuus iam regnat Apollo.  &             10

Teque adeo decus hoc aevi, te consule, inibit,&
Pollio, et incipient magni procedere menses;&
te duce, si qua manent sceleris vestigia nostri,&
inrita perpetua solvent formidine terras.


<NAME>, let us sing of things a little greater.
Not every orchard or lowly tamarisk is delightful;
since we celebrate the woods, let them be worthy of a consul.

The last age of Sybil's prophesy has come at last;
a great order of generations springs anew.
Now Virgo returns, with the kingdoms of Saturn,
now a new race is sent down from heaven on high.
You, with only a borning boy, through whom an nation of iron
will end at last, and one of gold rise up throughout the world -
favor him, chaste Lucina; your Apollo now reigns.

And this glory will begin in the year of your consulship,
Pollio, and the great months will commense to advance;
with you as our leader, whatever useless traces are left of our sin,
will free the lands from everlasting dread.

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ille deum vitam accipiet divisque videbit &              15
permixtos heroas et ipse videbitur illis&
pacatumque reget patriis virtutibus orbem.&

At tibi prima, puer, nullo munuscula cultu&
errantis hederas passim cum baccare tellus&
mixtaque ridenti colocasia fundet acantho. &             20
ipsae lacte domum referent distenta capellae&
ubera nec magnos metuent armenta leones;&
ipsa tibi blandos fundent cunabula flores.&
occidet et serpens et fallax herba veneni&
occidet; Assyrium vulgo nascetur amomum.  &             25

At simul heroum laudes et facta parentis&
iam legere et quae sit poteris cognoscere virtus,&
molli paulatim flavescet campus arista&
incultisque rubens pendebit sentibus uva&
et durae quercus sudabunt roscida mella.               30


he >god >life will take and to/by gods will see
>mixed/confused heroes and himself will seem to those
and he will rule a peaceful orb through his father's virtue.

But to you, boy, to/by no cult the first small favors
of wandering >ivys here and there with foxglove the earth
and mixed colocasia to/by laughing hellebore will found/pour.
the goats themselves home will carry back
udders distended with milk and the flocks will not fear great lions;
a very cradle will pour out charming blossoms to you.
will kill both snake and deceitful grass of poison
will kill; Assyrian to/by common people will be born a balsam-plant.

But at the same time of a demigod praises and acts of parent
already to read and you, virtue, who it might be will be able to recognize,
a bit the plain will turn yellow with soft grain
and to/by uncultivated reddening a grape will hang down to/by thorns
and hard oaks will sweat out dewy honey.
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Sicelides Musae, paulo maiora canamus.&
non omnis arbusta iuvant humilesque myricae;&
si canimus silvas, silvae sint consule dignae.&

Ultima Cumaei venit iam carminis aetas;&
magnus ab integro saeclorum nascitur ordo. &              5
iam redit et Virgo, redeunt Saturnia regna,&
iam nova progenies caelo demittitur alto.&
tu modo nascenti puero, quo ferrea primum&
desinet ac toto surget gens aurea mundo,&
casta fave Lucina; tuus iam regnat Apollo.  &             10

Teque adeo decus hoc aevi, te consule, inibit,&
Pollio, et incipient magni procedere menses;&
te duce, si qua manent sceleris vestigia nostri,&
inrita perpetua solvent formidine terras.


Sicilian Muses, let us sing of things a little greater.
Not every orchard or lowly tamarisk is delightful;
since we celebrate the woods, let them be worthy of a consul.

The last age of Sybil's prophesy has come at last;
a great order of generations springs anew.
Now Virgo returns, with the kingdoms of Saturn,
now a new race is sent down from heaven on high.
You, with only a borning boy, through whom an nation of iron
will end at last, and one of gold rise up throughout the world -
favor him, chaste Lucina; your Apollo now reigns.

And this glory will begin in the year of your consulship,
Pollio, and the great months will commense to advance;
with you as our leader, whatever useless traces are left of our sin,
will free the lands from everlasting dread.

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ille deum vitam accipiet divisque videbit &              15
permixtos heroas et ipse videbitur illis&
pacatumque reget patriis virtutibus orbem.&

At tibi prima, puer, nullo munuscula cultu&
errantis hederas passim cum baccare tellus&
mixtaque ridenti colocasia fundet acantho. &             20
ipsae lacte domum referent distenta capellae&
ubera nec magnos metuent armenta leones;&
ipsa tibi blandos fundent cunabula flores.&
occidet et serpens et fallax herba veneni&
occidet; Assyrium vulgo nascetur amomum.  &             25

At simul heroum laudes et facta parentis&
iam legere et quae sit poteris cognoscere virtus,&
molli paulatim flavescet campus arista&
incultisque rubens pendebit sentibus uva&
et durae quercus sudabunt roscida mella.               30


He will take up the life of the gods, and will see 
>mixed/confused heroes and will himself be seen by those gods,
and he will rule a peaceful orb through his father's virtue.

But for you, boy, the earth will pour out, without cultivation,
its first small gifts, ivys wandering here and there, with foxglove 
and colocasia and laughing hellebore mixed in.
The goats will bring their udders home of their own accord,
distended with milk, and the flocks will not fear great lions;
Your very cradle will pour out blossoms to caress you.
Both the snake and the deceitful toxic herb will perish;
The Assyrian balsam-plant will spring up everywhere.

But meanwhile, they have already read to you of the renown of heros
and the deeds of your parent and you, virtue, who it might be will be able to recognize,
bit by bit the plain will turn yellow with soft ears of grain
and a reddening vine will hang down from uncultivated thorns
and hard oaks will sweat with dewy honey.

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