Minor Latin poets; with introductions and English translations

kCALPURNIUS SICULUSCaesar, now stand next, doth oft lay down hisJEven he, controller of the licaNcns in heat aiulcold, our father .hqiiter himself, to whom you yourself,thunderbolt awhile to visit Cretan meads, and, insome verdant grot reclining, 'mid Dicte's forestslistens to Curetic lays."Do you see how the green woods are hushed atthe sound of Caesar's name ? I remember how,despite the swoop of a storm, the grove, even asnow, sank sudden into peace with boughs at rest.And I said, " A god, surely a god has driven theeast winds hence." Forthwith the Parrhasian '^reeds let their notes go free.Do you see how a sudden vigour thrills the tenderlambs, how the ewe's teats are more heavily ladenwith abundant milk, how, just after shearing, thefleeces of the dams grow in luxuriant waves ? Thisonce ere now, I mind me, I noted in this valley,and how the shepherds said, " Pales has come."Yes, and him doth all the earth and every nationadore. He is beloved of the gods ; as you see, thearbutus-tree pays him silent homage ; at the soundof his name the sluggish earth has warmed to lifeand yielded flowers : invoke him, and in his honourthe wood spreads thick its perfumed foliage, and thespellbound tree breaks into bud again.As soon as the earth felt his divine influence, cropsbegan to come in richer abundance, where furrowserstwhile disappointed hope ; at length the beansscarce rattle in their well-filled pods : no harvestis choked with the spread of the barren tare, orwhitens with unproductive oats.allotment of stanzas from 97 to 121 : he marks a missingstanza by Amyntas after verse 121.* Panhasia, in Arcadia, was one of Pan's haunts.