VII.

Vis Amoris.

FORMOSA, et simplex, et nescia fraudis Ianthe
Militia tiro Marcus Amoris erat.

Pectore non illos placido, morbove carentes,
Communes poterant continuisse Lares.
Conabant una socia solatia mensa

Consessus miseris ut nimis apta dabat!
Mutua nocturnos renovabant somnia fletus,
Vicinis quoties procubuere toris.

Nullo non gliscens animos insedit Eoo,
Nullo non gliscens vespere crevit amor.
Hortis, rure, domo, quocunque incedat, Ianthes
Ora videt solum, sola venusta, puer.
Nec nemorum, assidua pueri præ voce, puellæ
Murmur, ab occulto nec placet amne melos.
Unius ipsa chelys nomen scit reddere, telam
Unius infectam nomine perdit acus.

Ante oculis dominam dederit quam janua, mota
Ille sera teneram sentit adesse manum ;
Et veneres nota procul excepisse fenestra,
Quantum aquilæ tendant lumina nulla, potest.
Vesperis adventum nunquam non servat, eosdem
Versa quod ad cœlos ora precantis erunt.

Et desiderio noctes terit

æger, amatæ

Audiat ut motum, sole oriente, pedem.

G. S.

VIII.

To Mary.

IF I had thought thou couldst have died, I might not weep for thee;

But I forgot, when at thy side,

That thou couldst mortal be:

It never through my mind had passed,
The time would e'er be o'er,

And I on thee should look my last,

And thou shouldst smile no more.

And still upon that face I look,

And think 't will smile again;

And still the thought I will not brook, That I must look in vain!

But, when I speak,-thou dost not say,

What thou ne'er left'st unsaid;

And now I feel, as well I may,
Sweet Mary! thou art dead!

If thou wouldst stay, e'en as thou art,
All cold and all serene,

I still might press thy silent heart,

And where thy smiles have been!

VIII.

Ad Conjugem ereptam.

FORSITAN et non te flerem viduatus ademtam,
Credere mortalem si potuisset amor;

Me tamen immemorem fugit, tibi luce fruenti
Dum comes hærebam, te quoque posse mori:
Non subiit, properare suam contingere metam
Candida neglecto tempora lapsa gradu;

Et fore, quo non te spectarem ego, Lydia, nec tu
Suave renideres amplius ipsa die.

Nunc etiam, placidis mox arrisura labellis
Pallida, dum specto, credulus ora puto;
Nec bene, me frustra faciem spectare rigentem,
Et labra jam nulla voce movenda, fero.

At loquor; et, semper quæ sponte referre solebas,
Dulcia nunc primum non mihi verba refers.
Certior heu! verum, quo nunc patet indice, sensi :
Mortua, nec fallor, Lydia cara, jaces!

Sicut es, at mecum si frigida tota maneres,

Sicut es, at mecum tota serena, domi;

Et vel adhuc tacitum premerem tibi pectore pectus, Et labra, queis risus ante fuere, labris.

C

While e'en thy chill, bleak corse I have,
Thou seemest still mine own;

But there I lay thee in thy grave,—
And I am now alone!

I do not think, where'er thou art,
Thou hast forgotten me;

And I, perhaps, may soothe this heart
In thinking, too, of thee:

Yet, there was round thee such a dawn
Of light ne'er seen before,

As fancy never could have drawn,

And never can restore.

C. Wolfe.

IX.

From the Arabic.

WHEN born, in tears we saw thee drowned,

Whilst thy assembled friends around

With smiles their joy confest:

So live that in thy latest hour

We may

the floods of sorrow pour,

And thou in smiles be drest.

Carlisle.

Donec et exsanguem teneo gelidamque superstes, Alterius non es, visa sed esse mea:

Jam tamen obscuro mihi conderis ecce! sepulcro ; Solus et in vacua nunc queror ipse domo.

Quæ loca cunque tenes, felici in sede piorum
Non tamen oblitam te reor esse mei;
Forsitan et memorem tua me soletur imago,
Mersaque perpetuo corda dolore juvet:

Talis at emicuit circum lux aurea frontis,
Et prius haud alio visus in ore nitor,

Vivida mens qualem potuisset fingere nunquam,
Reddere sublatam nec meditata potest.

IX.

Infans.

DUM tibi vix nato læti risere parentes

Vagitu implebas tu lacrymisque domum:

Sic vivas, ut summa tibi cum venerit hora,

Sit ridere tuum, sit lacrymare tuis.

B.

G.