Νῦν ἔθ' (οἰκτίρμων με τέως ὁ Δαίμων ἐκπιόντ', οὗ μήποτε γεύσεταί τις αὖθις) ἀγγελῶν ἴθι Νυκτὶ τῇ σὸν λοίσθιον ἐκ τῆς πρῶτος ἂν ̓́Αδαμος ἔφυσε γέννας οὐδ ̓ ὅλος όρφνα συγχυθεὶς κόσμος σκοτίᾳ δύναιτ ̓ ἂν κῆρ στυφελίξαι. II. H. XL. Leonidas. GRANDE Leonideum projectum in littore corpus Xerxes purpurea veste tegi voluit. At vox e terra est ingens audita, "Recuso Quæ læsam arguerent turpia dona fidem : Nil mihi cum Persis, clypeus sat funus honestat, Ibo etiam ad manes ut Lacedæmonius." G. XLI. I FEED the clouds, the rainbow, and the flowers I stand at noon upon the peak of heaven, For grief that I depart they weep and frown: XLII. Song. TELL me, where is fancy bred, It is engendered in the eyes, Let us all ring fancy's knell; Shakspeare. XLI. IRIN ego, et nebulas, et serta rubentia campis Lunaque et æternis splendentia sedibus astra, Luce adsto media sublimis vertice cœli, Quis tamen aspectus risu jucundior illo, Quum moesta occiduo mulcet ab axe jubar? J. G. I.. XLII. ΕΡΩΣ. ΠΑ ποκά μοι γεννατὸς Ἔρως, πόθεν ἔρχεται πότ ̓ ἄμμε; ἐκ τεῦ δ ̓ ἔβλαστε, κρατὸς αἴτε καρδίας ; πόθεν τεκνωθείς, πῶς τραφεὶς πεφύκη; Τῆνος ἐν ὀφθαλμοῖσιν, ἐμὶν δοκεῖ· εἶτ ̓ ἐβωκολῆτο λεύσσων, θανών τ' ἐν σπαργάνοισι θάπτεται. ταφέντα δ' αἰάσδωμες αὐτόν· αἰαῖ. αἰαῖς αἰαῖ. W. B. J. XLIII. The Rose. THE rose had been washed, just washed in a shower, The plentiful moisture encumbered the flower, The cup was all filled, and the leaves were all wet; To weep for the buds it had left with regret I hastily seized it, unfit as it was For a nosegay, so dripping and drowned; "And such," I exclaimed, " is the pitiless part Regardless of wringing and breaking a heart "This elegant rose, had I shaken it less, Might have bloomed with its owner awhile; And the tear, that is wiped with a little address, May be followed perhaps by a smile." Cowper. XLIII. Rosa. QUAM modo proluerat subiti violentia nimbi, Quam modo nativa mater alebat ope. Ocyus arripui, multo licet imbre maderet, Deliciis aptus nec satis esset odor. Dumque roto celeri nimis, heu! nimis, impete circum, Frangitur, in luteam flos cadit actus humum. "Haud secus illepido teneros," ego dicere, " quendam Vidimus officio sollicitare sinus: Qui, male solatus, studio cruciaret inepto Frons levis, et risu grata labella novo." B. |