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Your's is, she said, the nobler hue,

And your's the statelier mien; And, till a third surpasses you,

Let each be deem'd a queen.


Thus, sooth'd and reconcil'd, each seeks

The fairest British fair;
The seat of empire is her cheeks,

They reign united there.



HEU inimicitias quoties parit æmula forma,

Quam raro pulchræ, pulchra placere potest? Sed fines ultra solitos discordia tendit,

Cum flores ipsos bilis et ira movent.


Hortus ubi dulces præbet tacitosque recessus,

Se rapit in partes gens animosa duas; Hic sibi regales Amaryllis candida cultus, Ilic

purpureo vindicat ore Rosa.

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Ira Rosam et meritis quæsita superbia tangunt,

Multaque ferventi vix cohibenda sinu,
Dum sibi fautorum ciet undique nomina vatum,

Jusque suum, multo carmine fulta, probat.


Altior emicat illa, et celso vertice nutat,

Ceu flores inter non habitura parem, Fastiditque alios, et nata videtur in usus

Imperii, sceptrum, Flora quod ipse gerat.


Nec Dea non sensit civilis murmura rixæ,

Cui curæ est pictas pandere ruris opes. Deliciasque suas nunquam non prompta tueri,

Dum licet et locus est, ut tueatur, adest.


Et tibi forma datur procerior omnibus, inquit,

Et tibi, principibus qui solet esse, color, Et donec vincat quædam formosior ambas,

Et tibi reginæ nomen, et esto tibi.


His ubi sedatus furor est, petit utraque nympham,

Qualem inter Veneres Anglia sola parit; Hanc penes imperium est, nihil optant amplius, hujus

Regnant in nitidis, et sine lite, genis.



A NIGHTINGALE, that all day long
Had cheer'd the village with his song,
Nor yet at eve his note suspended,
Nor yet when eventide was ended,
Began to feel, as well he might,
The keen demands of appetite ;
When, looking eagerly around,
He spied far off, upon the ground,
A something shining in the dark,
And knew the glow-worm by his spark ;
So, stooping down from hawthorn top,
He thought to put him in his crop.

. The worm, aware of his intent, Harangu'd him thus, right eloquent....

“ Did you admire my lamp," quoth he,
“ As much as I your minstrelsy,
You would abhor to do me wrong,
As much as I to spoil your song;
For 'twas the self-same pow'r divine
Taught you to sing, and me to shine ;
That you with music, I with light,
Might beautify and cheer the night.”
The songster heard his short oration,
And, warbling out his approbation,

Releas'd him, as my story tells,
And found a supper somewhere else.

Hence jarring sectaries may learn
Their real int'rest to discern;
That brother should not war with brother,
And worry and devour each other;
But sing and shine by sweet consent,
Till life's poor transient night is spent,
Respecting in each other's case
The gifts of nature and of grace.

Those Christians best deserve the name
Who studiously make peace their aim;
Peace, both the duty and the prize
Of him that creeps and him that flies.


MATUTINI rores, auræque salubres, O nemora, et lætæ rivis felicibus herbe, Graminei colles, et amænæ in vallibus umbra! Fata modo dederint quas olim in rure paterno Delicias, procul arte, procul formidine novi, Quam vellem ignotus, quod mens mea semper avebat, Ante larem proprium placidam expectare senectam, Tum demum, exactis non infeliciter annis, Sortiri tacitum lapidem, aut sub cespite condi.!




TIME was when I was free as air,
The thistle's downy seed my fare,

My drink the morning dew;
I perch'd at will on ev'ry spray,
My form genteel, my plumage gay,

My strains for ever new.


But gaudy plumage, sprightly strain,
And form genteel, were all in vain,

And of a transient date;
For, caught and cag'd, and starv'd to death,
In dying sighs my little breath

Soon pass'd the wiry grate.


Thanks, gentle swain, for all my woes,
And thanks for this effectual close,

And cure of ev'ry ill !
More cruelty could none express;
And I, if you had shown me less,
Had been your pris'ner still.

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