76, viii.

74) have been transplanted with nice propriety.
Many descriptions, like that of the approach of night (ii-96), of the nightingale mourning for her young (xii.

90), of the flying dream (xiv.
6), have been translated with exquisite taste.

Dido's impassioned apostrophe to Aeneas reappears appropriately upon Armida's lips (xvi.
56).

We welcome such culled phrases as the following: l'orticel dispensa Cibi non compri alia mia parca mensa (vii.