"Hence with all my train attending
From their oozy tombs below,
Thro' the hoary foam ascending,

Here I feed my constant woe;
Here the bastimentos viewing,
We recall our shameful doom,
And our plaintive cries renewing,
Wander thro' the midnight gloom.

"O'er these waves for ever mourning
Shall we roam deprived of rest,

If, to Britain's shores returning,
You neglect my just request;
After this proud foe subduing,
When your patriot friends you see,
Think on vengeance for my ruin,
And for England shamed in me."

LXXX.

Ex Anthologia.

ΦΕΥΓΕ Λάκων ποτὲ δῆριν, ἀπαντήσασα δὲ μήτηρ εἶπε, κατὰ στέρνων ἆορ ἀνασχομένη· Ζώων μέν σεο ματρὶ διαμπερὲς αἰσχος ἀνάπτεις, καὶ Λακεδαιμονίων πάτρια θεσμὰ λύεις· ἦν δὲ θάνῃς παλάμῃσιν ἐμαῖς, μήτηρ μὲν ἀκούσω δύσμορος, ἀλλ ̓ ἐν ἐμᾷ πατρίδι σωζομένα.

"Inde fit ut toties udis excita sepulchris

Magna per æquoreas turba vagemur aquas, Perque salum ascendens et spumea regna dolores Hic ego perpetuos irrequietus alam.

Hic, ubi fatales nos surgere cernimus arces,
Volvimus in misero fata pudenda sinu.
Hic quoque lugubres iteramus rite querelas
Lurida cum media tempora noctis eunt.

"Eheu! perpetuo super has errabimus undas;
Non dabitur miseris pax nec amica quies ;
Si, quando Angliacas iterum tu adveneris oras,
Negligis hæc causæ debita jura meæ.

Non ita; quum strato jam victor ab hoste reversus
Aspicias patriæ pectora fida tuæ,

Sis memor et vindex nostri: pœnasque reposcat Anglia nunc fato dedecorata meo."

H. H.

LXXX.

Mater Spartana.

HOSTI terga dedit Spartanus, at obvia mater Dixit, in adverso pectore ferrum adigens; "Dedecus æternum matri fers vivus, et urbis Antiquum evertis fas Lacedæmoniæ: Sin nostra moriere manu, misera ipsa vocabor Mater, servata sed misera in patria."

G.

LXXXI.

Song.

NOT seldom, clothed in saffron vest,
Deceitfully goes forth the morn;
Not seldom, evening in the west
Sinks smilingly forsworn.

The smoothest seas will ofttimes

To the confiding bark untrue:
And if she trust the stars above,

They can be treacherous too.

prove

The umbrageous oak, in pomp outspread,
Full oft, when storms the welkin rend,
Draws lightning down upon the head
It promised to defend.

Wordsworth.

LXXXII.

Lines on some Snow that melted on a Lady's Breast.

THOSE envious flakes, come down in haste

To prove her breast less fair,

Grieving to find themselves surpassed,

Dissolved into a tear.

LXXXI.

Decipimur Specie.

SÆPIUS acclivem croceos induta colores

Aurora ingreditur non sine fraude viam ; Sæpius et læto celat perjuria vultu

Phoebus in Hesperias mox ruiturus aquas.

Nec raro incautam vel quæ placidissima rident
Ceperunt ficta marmora fronte ratem ;

Et si forte suis male credula fiderit astris,
Sentiet astra datam fallere posse fidem.

Interdum et patulo præcellens tegmine quercus,
Dum medium rumpit crebra procella polum,
Cui tutas hospes promiserat ante latebras,
In caput arsurum fulmina dira trahit.

LXXXII.

Epigramma.

INVIDA cum nostra certans illapsa puella
Purior est niveo nix sibi visa sinu:

Questa sed a tanto victum candore nitorem,

In lacrymam subito versa dolore fugit.

B.

J. C.

LXXXIII.

The last Rose of Summer.

"TIS the last rose of summer
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred,

No rose-bud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.

I'll not leave thee, thou lone one!
To pine on the stem;
Since the lovely are sleeping,

Go, sleep thou with them.

Thus kindly I scatter

Thy leaves o'er the bed,

Where thy mates of the garden

Lie scentless and dead.

So soon may

I follow,

When friendships decay,

And from Love's shining circle

The gems drop away.

When true hearts lie withered,

And fond ones are flown,

Oh! who would inhabit

This bleak world alone?

Moore.