te, quae vada fluminis infra cernis, an ad silvas quae respicis, aula, tacentes, qua tibi tuta quies offensaque turbine nullo nox silet aut pigros invitant murmura somnos? an quae graminea suscepta crepidine fumant balnea et impositum ripis algentibus ignem, quaque vaporiferis iunctus fornacibus amnis ridet anhelantes vicino flumine Nymphas? Vidi artes veterumque manus variisque metalla viva modis.
Of the courtyard that views the rivers course below or that other looking back to the silent woods, where your rest is safe and night, impaired by no turbulence, is silent, or murmurs invite lazy slumber? Or of the steaming baths taken up by their grassy ledge and fire imposed on chilly banks, where the river linked to a vaporous furnace laughs at the Nymphs as they pant, though the stream be hard by? Works of art I saw, creations of old masters, metals variously alive.
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