Note 581 — BOOK IX.
William Julius Mickle translation
At strife appear the lawns and purpled skies, Who from each other stole the beauteous dyes.—
On this passage Castera has the following sensible, though turgid, note: "This thought," says he, "is taken from the idyllium of Ausonius on the rose:—
'Ambigeres raperetne rosis Aurora ruborem, An daret, et flores tingere torta dies.'
Camoëns who had a genius rich of itself, still further enriched it at the expense of the ancients. Behold what makes great authors! Those who pretend to give us nothing but the fruits of their own growth, soon fail, like the little rivulets which dry up in the summer, very different from the floods, who receive in their course the tribute of a hundred and a hundred rivers, and which even in the dog-days carry their waves triumphant to the ocean."