HORĀTIUS PUER (1)
...carmina nōn
prius
audīta Mūsārum
sacerdōs
virginibus
puerīsque cantō.
Horātius, Carmina,
III.i.2-4
Fābulam dē
Horātiō, poētā praeclārō, nunc vōbīs nārrābō. Āpūlia regiō est Italiae. Multās
silvās, multōs et amoenōs campōs habet. In prātīs herbōsīs multī gregēs, multa
equōrum boumque armenta errant.
Hīc ōlim Horātius
habitābat, parvulus adhūc et mātrī patrīque cārus. Forte servōs, forte patrem
mātremque fefellit, et sōlus per prāta amoena errābat. Grātī puerō erant flōrēs
et herba et rūra dīvīna. Mox autem puer, lūdō et errōribus fessus, in valle herbōsā
iacuit et animum somnō profundō laxāvit. Intereā parentēs sollicitī puerum
dīligenter quaerēbant. Et parentēs et servī vehementer timēbant.
"Lupī
saevī," inquiunt, "et ursī silvās incolunt. Lupus fortasse puerum
etiam nunc crūdēliter necat." Itaque diū et dīligenter puerum quaerēbant.
Vocabulary XVII
[i]
Apūlia, -ae [1/f]:
Apulia, a district of Italy
armentum, -ī
[2/n]: herd
bōs, bovis [3
m/f]: ox
error, -ōris
[3/m]: wandering
flōs, flōris
[3/m]: flower
grex, gregis
[3/m]: flock
Horātius, -ī
[2/m]: Horatius, a brave Roman
lupus, -ī [2/m]:
wolf
parēns, -entis [3
m/f]: parent
poēta, -ae [1/m]:
poet
rēgiō, -ōnis
[3/f]: region, district
rūs, rūris [3/n]:
country
servus, -ī [2/m]:
slave
ursus, -ī [2/m]:
bear
vallis, -is [3/f]:
valley
[ii]
fallō, -ere [3]:
deceive, escape the notice of
incolō, -ere [3]:
inhabit, dwell in
quaerō, -ere [3]:
seek, look for
[iii]
amoenus, -a, -um:
pleasant; lovely
praeclārus, -a,
-um: splendid; famous
saevus, -a, -um:
savage; cruel
sollicitus, -a,
-um: anxious
sōlus, -a, -um:
alone; only
[iv]
crūdēliter:
cruelly
fortasse: perhaps
vōs: you (plural)
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I, a priest of
the Muses, sing songs not heard before to maidens and boys.
Now I shall tell
you a story about Horace, a famous poet. Apulia is a region of Italy. It has
many forests and many beautiful fields. In the grassy meadows many flocks and
many herds of horses and cattle wander.
Here once Horace
used to live, still a little boy and dear to his mother and father. By chance
he slipped away from the slaves, perhaps from his father and mother too, and
wandered alone through the pleasant meadows. Flowers and grass and the divine
countryside were pleasing to the boy. But soon the boy, tired by play and
wandering, lay down in a grassy valley and relaxed his mind in deep sleep.
Meanwhile his anxious parents were carefully searching for the boy. Both
parents and slaves were greatly afraid.
“The savage
wolves,” they say, “and bears inhabit the forests. A wolf perhaps is even now
cruelly killing the boy.” And so for a long time and carefully they were
searching for the boy.
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