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 CONTENTS. 
 
 TRANSLATIONS INTO ENGLISH. 
 
 Lucretius II. 1-33 . 
 Horace, Odes, I. 24 
 Horace, Odes, II. 10 
 Horace, Odes, III. 21 
 Horace, Epodes, 15 . 
 From Sappho . 
 From Plato 
 
 Euripides, Hippolytus, 73 
 iEscHYLUs, Prom. Vi.nct., 1080 
 
 PAGE 
 
 8 
 12 
 
 14 
 16 
 20 
 20 
 22 
 24 
 
 TRANSLATIONS INTO LATIN, 
 
 From Byron's Hebrew Melodies 
 
 ' O ! snatch'd away in Beauty's Bloom ' 
 
 28
 
 viij Contents. 
 
 COWPER'S 'Task' 
 
 SlLVARl M LAUDES . • • • 3 2 
 
 ■M Slll.l ! IV 
 
 Love's Philosophy . 
 m Longfellow 
 
 The Bun ders -4° 
 
 m Sopho< : i !, Antigone, 3S--375 
 
 •What a PIECE OF WORK is Man ! ' . A\ 
 
 From Henry Vaughan's Sacred Poems 
 
 Praeteritorum Memoria 4 s 
 
 Fkom Berkeley's Works 
 
 Verses on the Prospect of Planting Arts and 
 m;nin<; in America .... .60 
 
 ORIGINAL PIECES. 
 
 L— SACRED: LATIN AND ENGLISH. 
 
 Original Latin Hymns. I ( > f > 
 
 ORIGINAL Latin Hymns. II 68 
 
 The Same rendered into English . . • 66
 
 Contents. 
 
 IX 
 
 Original Latin Hymns. III. 
 
 The same rendered into English 
 David's Lament eor Absalom 
 Abraham's Vision .... 
 Westminster Abbey 
 At a Choral Service. Nov. 12, 1S65 
 1 'AvSpi^eaOe, Kparaiovade ' . . . 
 
 ' Mt'xP'S Ted ; ' . 
 
 Now April woos with soft delicious Bri > 1 
 ' 2KA?7pt)!/ Trpbs VLivrpa XaKri^ii/ ' . 
 A Marriage Prayer 
 
 1 &v/u.i 6vfi a/J-rixdvoiaL Krfitmv KVKw/j.eve.' I. 
 ' 0i',ue 6vfx dfxrixd-voKTi K'tjdimv Kvadifjui/f,' 1 1 
 
 Christmas 
 
 The Transfiguration 
 
 A Meditation 
 
 PAGE 
 72 
 
 73 
 76 
 
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 79 
 81 
 
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 84 
 86 
 
 87 
 89 
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 103 
 
 IT.— MISCELLANEOUS LATIN VERSES. 
 
 Ignis Fat u us 
 
 Te veniente Die, te decedente canebat 
 
 109 
 in
 
 x Contents. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 . ;m i mi Lord Derby's Translation of the Iliad 112 
 Links COMPOSED in a PASTRYCOOK'S SHOP AT Milan . 115 
 Idem Latine redditum 115 
 
 III,— MISCELLANEOUS ENGLISH VERS] S. 
 
 Alba diruta 119 
 
 ' Haec olim meminisse juvabit' 124 
 
 English Elegiacs 127 
 
 SONG : We SAT, MY TRUE LOVE SAT AND I 129 
 
 Marie Antoinette 131 
 
 o ! that i had the painter's art to trace . . 133 
 
 YOU TELL ME THAT MY FEARS WER1 VAIN . . . 1 35 
 
 all ! marvel not that 1 cannot express . . . i36 
 
 Epigram 137 
 
 SONG: Angel Hosts, sweet Love, BEFRIEND Tin 1 . 13S 
 By von soft Lamp's unwavering ruddy Glow . .139 
 
 ILi/Bf 140 
 
 A Ql ESTION 141 
 
 Song: OFT AS I SPEAK TO Till I <>I LOVE . . . I43 
 
 Song : My Fervour you regard with Scorn . . 144 
 Recollections ok the Highlands in Spring Timi . 145
 
 Contents. 
 
 XI 
 
 ' O T NEVER SAY THAT I WAS FALSE OF HEART ' 
 Amarlm SON AMARI .... 
 
 Sonnet : O not more sal 
 
 Sonnet : O ! God forbid that through Offence 
 Song : As finny Droves .... 
 Song : With gradual Pace the Lord of I i 
 Song : They bid me think of thee no ?. 
 
 Gliscit Amor 
 
 Tintern Abbey 
 
 Lines suggested by Chopin's Marche F 
 
 PAGE 
 I48 
 
 ISO 
 151 
 
 '5 2 
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 154 
 157 
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 160 
 162
 
 TRANSLATIONS INTO ENGLISH.
 
 LUCRETIUS, Book II. II. 1-33. 
 
 Suave, mari magno turbantibus aequora ventis, 
 E terra magnum alterius spectare laborem ; 
 Non quia vexari quemquamst jucunda voluptas, 
 Sed quibus ipse malis careas quia cernere suave est, 
 Suave etiam belli certamina magna tueri, 
 Per campos instructa tua sine parte pericli. 
 
 Sed nil dulcius est, bene quam munita tenere 
 Edita doctrina sapientum templa serena, 
 Despicere unde queas alios passimque videre 
 Errare atque viam palantis quaerere vitae, 
 Certare ingenio, contendere nobilitate,
 
 'MAN WANTS BUT LITTLE HERE BELOW: 
 
 Sweet, sweet it is, when angry surges boil 
 Beneath the tempest's blast, upon the shore 
 
 Serene to gaze upon another's toil; 
 
 Sweet, when the mailed pageantry of war 
 
 Flouts the wide plain, and swells the conflict's roar, 
 
 In dreamful ease to mark the piteous show, 
 The moil of onset and the carnage sore; 
 
 Not that our bliss is in another's woe, 
 But to be free from harm and feel it to be so, 
 
 Yet nought's so sweet as, from the fenced steep 
 
 Of wisdom's calm pavilion, to survey 
 The moving throng in devious mazes creep 
 
 Beneath our throne, and thread life's restless way. 
 
 For rank, for honour's glistering baubles they 
 
 B 2
 
 Lucretius, Rook If. LI. 1-33. 
 
 Noctes atque dies niti praestante labore 
 Ad summas emcrgere opus rerumque potiri. 
 
 O miseras hominum mentcs, o pectora caeca 
 Qualibus in tenebris vitae quantisque periclis 
 Degitur hoc aevi quodcumque'st ! nonne videre 
 Nil aliud sibi naturam latrare, nisi ut, quoi 
 Corpore sejunctus dolor absit, mente fruatur 
 Jucundo sensu cura semotu' metuque? 
 Krgo corpoream ad naturam pauca videmus 
 Esse opus omnino, quae demant cunique dolorem. 
 Delicias quoque uti multas substernere possint, 
 
 Gratius interdum neque nattira ipsa requirit. 
 Si non aurea sunt juvenum simulacra per aedes 
 Lampadas igniferas manibus retinentia dextris, 
 Lumina nocturnis epulis ut suppeditentur,
 
 ' Man wants hit little here below.' 5 
 
 Contend, and vie for palm of myslic lore 
 
 With toil that knows no respite, night and day ; 
 Imperial state and wealth of golden store — 
 For these they pine and strive and hunger more and more. 
 
 Poor aching hearts ! Blind, miserable man ! 
 
 How thick a cloud hangs o'er thy life's career ! 
 What perils compass round thy little span, 
 
 Fond wretch, who see'st not to be void of fear, 
 
 With careless spirit and with conscience clear, 
 From pangs exempt that rack the fleshly sense, 
 
 Is all that Nature craves for mortals here 
 On earth, nor ampler means demands she whence 
 Delights enow among her children to dispense. 
 
 What though nor boyish forms of burnished gold 
 To light the gorgeous revel's midnight scene 
 
 Wide-flaring torches in their hands uphold ? 
 Nor gleam the walls with silver, nor with sheen 
 Of golden pomp, nor chimed vibrations keen
 
 6 Lucretius, Book IT. II. 1-33. 
 
 Nee domus argento fulget auroque renidet, 
 Nee citharae reboant laqueata aurataque tecta, 
 
 Cum tamen inter se prostrati in gramine molli 
 Propter aquae rivum sub ramis arboris altae 
 Non magnis opibus jucunde corpora curant, 
 Praesertim cum tempestas adridet et anni 
 Tempora conspergunt viridantes floribus herbas.
 
 ' Man wants but little here below' 
 
 Of trembling wires in stirring mood resound 
 
 Vaults and arcades of fretted gold between ? 
 Yet Nature's lowly wishes all are crowned, 
 Nor wills she more delicious solace to be found, 
 
 What time beside some cool stream's sparkling flow, 
 O'ercanopied with bowers of woodland shade, 
 
 In homely mirth the moments sweetly go, 
 Earth's lap is soft ; in some enamelled glade 
 On the green turf the banquetters are laid, 
 
 And well they can enjoy their simple fare ; 
 
 Gay meadows bloom with flowery hues arrayed, 
 
 For Spring has scattered all his treasures there, 
 And heaven is smiling round, and fragrance fills the air
 
 8 
 
 HORACE, ODES, I. 24. 
 
 Oris desiderio sit pudor aut modus 
 Tarn cari capitis? Praecipe lugubres 
 Cantus, Melpomene, cui liquidani Pater 
 \ ocem cum cithara dedit. 
 
 Ergo Quintilium perpetuus sopor 
 Urget ! cui Pudor et Justitiae soror 
 [ncorrupta Fides Dudaque Veritas 
 
 Quando ullum invenient parem ? 
 
 M-ultis ille bonis flebilis occidit, 
 
 Nulli flebilior imam tibi, Yirgili. 
 Tu frustra pius heu non ita creditum 
 Poscis Quintilium Deos.
 
 IN PI AM MEMORIAM. 
 
 What shame, what limit in regret can be 
 For one so dear? Thou, to whom God decreed 
 Harp-lore with melting song, Melpomene, 
 The mournful dirges lead. 
 
 Doth then eternal sleep Quintilius bind ? 
 Ah ! when shall modest Worth and Candour nude 
 And Justice, spotless Honour's sister, find 
 The equal of his good ? 
 
 By many a pure heart wept he died ; by whom 
 With anguish, Virgil, all so keen as thine ? 
 God lent, God took him ; 'tis a helpless doom, 
 Then why thus fondly pine ?
 
 io Horace, Odes, I. 24. 
 
 Quodsi Threicio blandius Orpheo 
 Auditam moderere arboribus fidem, 
 Non vanae redeat sanguis imagini, 
 Quam virga semel horrida, 
 
 Non lenis precibus fata rccluderc, 
 Nigro compulerit Mercurius gregi. 
 Durum ; sed levins fit patientia 
 Quidquid corrigere est nefas.
 
 /// piam Metnoriam. 1 1 
 
 Not though more deft than Thracian Orpheus thou 
 The forest-stirring chords should'st modulate, 
 Would life's warm stream back to the spectre flow 
 That once through Death's grim gate 
 
 Stern Mercury hath driven, deaf to cries, 
 With horrent rod unto the sable herd. 
 Tis hard ; yet ills that know no remedies 
 Grow lighter when endured.
 
 12 
 
 HORACE, ODES, II. 10. 
 
 Ri.i Mrs vives, Licini, neque altum 
 Semper urgendo neque, dum procellas 
 Cautus horrescis, nimium premendo 
 I jtus iniquum. 
 
 Auream quisquis mediocritatem 
 Diligit, tutus caret obsoleti 
 Sordibus tecti, caret invidenda 
 Sobrius aula. 
 
 Saepius ventis agitatur ingens 
 Pinus, et celsae graviore casu 
 Decidunt turres, feriuntque summos 
 Fulgura montes.
 
 13 
 
 ' FOR MI DA NIMIUM SUB LI MI A : 
 
 Licinius, tempt not aye the deep, 
 Nor basely hug with timorous prow 
 The fickle shore too close, if thou 
 Safe course would'st keep. 
 
 He that maintains the golden mean 
 From penury's reproach is free, 
 Yet courts not state or luxury 
 With envy seen. 
 
 Tis the tall fir that oftenest feels 
 
 The whirlwind's rage ; with heavier crash 
 High turrets fall ; the lightnings flash 
 On topmost hills.
 
 14 
 
 HORACE, ODES, III. 21. 
 
 Tu spem reducis mentibus anxiis 
 Viresque, et addis cornua pauperi 
 Post te neque iratos trementi 
 
 Regum apices neque militum arma. 
 
 Te Liber et, si laeta aderit, Venus 
 
 Segnesque nodum solvere Gratiae, 
 
 Vivaeque producent lucernae 
 
 Dum rediens fugat astra Phoebus.
 
 i5 
 
 'the bowl shall each dark thought 
 begulle: 
 
 Thou bid'st the downcast soul to hope, 
 
 The lazar view without dismay 
 Proud diadems of angered kings 
 And battle's stern array. 
 
 Flow then, while Jest and social Glee, 
 With suasive Love's unfailing grace, 
 And beaming lamps the banquet deck, 
 Till morn the planets chase.
 
 i6 
 
 HORACE, EPODES, 15. 
 
 Nox erat, ct caelo fulgebat luna sereno 
 
 Inter minora sidera, 
 Quum tu magnorum numen laesura Dconim 
 
 In verba jurabas mea, 
 
 Artius atque hedera procera adstringitur ilex, 
 
 Lentis adhaerens brachiis ! 
 • I lam pecori lupus et nautis infestus Orion 
 
 Turbarel hibernum mare, 
 
 Intonsosque agitaret Apollinis aura capillos, 
 
 Fore hunc amorem mutuum.' 
 dolitura mea multum virtute Neaera ! 
 
 Nam si quid in Flacco viri est,
 
 ' to thy new lover hie, laugh o'er thy 
 
 perjury: 
 
 : T\vas night, and beamed in heaven's expanse serene 
 
 The lesser stars around their queen, 
 When thou — ! outrage on the powers above ! — 
 
 Plighted'st to me thy faith and love, 
 
 (Thy lissom arms my panting breast en wound, 
 As ivy girds the tall oak round) : 
 
 • While wolves the flocks assail, while chafes the main 
 
 Orion's star, the sailor's bane, 
 
 • While soft gales wanton with Apollo's tresses, 
 
 I should aye bask in thy caresses.' 
 Xeaera ! thou shalt rue the man in me, 
 If aught of manhood's fire there be ; 
 
 c
 
 [8 Horace^ Epodes, 1 5. 
 
 \>>n feret assiduas potiori te dare noctes, 
 
 Et quaeret iratus parem ; 
 Xee semel offensae cedet constantia formae 
 
 Si certus intrant dolor. 
 
 El 1'u. quicuroque es felicior atque meo mim 
 
 Superbus Incedis malo, 
 Sis pet-ore et multa dives tellure, licebit 
 
 Tibique Pactolus fluat, 
 
 Nee te Pythagorae fallant arcana renati, 
 
 Formaque vincas Nirea, 
 Eheu translatos alio maerebis amores . 
 
 A st ego vieissim risero.
 
 ' To thy nczv Lover hie' 19 
 
 I will not brook a rival in thine arms, 
 But seek in wrath more constant charms ; 
 
 The pang once felt, thy loveliness once spurned. 
 My purpose fell shall ne'er be turned. 
 
 And Thou, who stalkest in my woe elate 
 
 With haughty mien and buoyant gait, 
 Though herds untold be thine, unbounded lands, 
 
 And all Pactolus' golden sands, 
 
 Skill though thou hast in transcendental lore, 
 
 And beauty such as Nireus wore, 
 In turn shalt curse a new supplanter's luck ; 
 
 Then whose will be the laugh, my buck ? 
 
 c 2
 
 2Q 
 
 FROM SAPPHO 
 
 l.airtpt irarTU <l>ipi<: iiun tpaivoXii leKtlaa aiutt 
 On ftpir, alya (pipit;, fipiq fiaripi na'tla. 
 
 FROM PLATO. 
 
 Aarepac Etaadpelc, horrip eijoj ■ t'lOt ytioi/nji 
 
 ' IvpaVOG, (ir TToMcTj OfifXaOlV tir m ;->.\f7TW.
 
 21 
 
 THE E VEXING STAR. 
 
 O ! star of eve, all things thou join'st anew, 
 Which garish morn hath scattered far apart ; 
 
 Homeward thou bring'st the she-goat and the ewe. 
 The boy restorest to his mother's heart. 
 
 STELLA. 
 
 The stars thou scan'st, my lode-star ; might I be 
 The heaven, with countless eyes to gaze on thee !
 
 22 
 
 EURIPIDES, HIPPOLYTCIS, :\. 
 
 Sol ti.yce kXektov crrityavor it, aKijparov 
 AllfiibvoC) w ceoiroiva, uxjfjiiioaQ Qipw, 
 "Ertt' ni;re izoifxiiv ct£to7 tpepfieiv flora 
 Our' i)\6i iTU) oicrjpor, d\\ aicfipaTOv 
 MfXiiTffa Xct^xdjp' y'ipiruv Oup\erai ' 
 Aicuiq C£ ■Korapitacn hifwevet (fiuaotc. 
 AW', uKpi\r) oetnroiva, •^pvrriaq KUfX7]Q 
 'Arrioj/ia cii,cu \eipve tvrrtfiouQ awo. 
 MiJiw yap tVn tuvt' tfio't yipac /3/Jorwr * 
 2oi icai £vvEiut, Kdi \oyocc <r afieipoftai, 
 I\\i'(in tier avoi'iv, bfifiu c ot'^ opufy ro <toi 
 Tc\oc C£ K(\ji\laifj ' &tnrtp iip*api\v fiiov.
 
 23 
 
 TO ARTEMIS. 
 
 Goddess, to thee this woven diadem, 
 
 Culled from a virgin mead, I dedicate, 
 
 Where shepherd ne'er presumes his flock to graze, 
 
 Scythe ne'er hath entered ; o'er the vernal lawn 
 
 Only the bee doth wing her harmless way, 
 
 And chastity sheds round her nurturing dews. 
 
 Receive then, Power benign, from hand unsoiled 
 
 This circlet for thy golden wavy hair. 
 
 For I alone of men this meed enjoy, 
 
 With thee to walk, parley to hold with thee, 
 
 Hearing thy voice, though seeing not thy face. 
 
 O ! may I end as I've begun the race !
 
 24 
 
 /ESCHYLUS, PA'OM. I'/XCT., 10S0 
 
 HI'. KCtl /u/r tpyu Ko'vk tri fivdq) 
 
 ■)^Hu)V at(T('t\tv7(u ' 
 
 ppvyja o j'/^w Trapa/uvrarac 
 ppovrfjc, e\ikes 8' iicXafjnrovat 
 arepoirrjg £airvpot, arpofipoi ftt kvviv 
 iiAiatruvrn rrtcijiru t avEfitav 
 WVEV/Jura iravriav Etc £t\\i}\a 
 araaiv avriirvovv uwqceiki vixira ' 
 Zvt'TETapaKTai ft ui(h)j nurroj. 
 route ett E^ul pari) £itodev 
 
 TtV^liVUtl (jtOpOV (TTEt)^El (juiytpwi. 
 U) [irjrpOQ EJ.ITIC OEfHir, u) KUVTUV 
 uiOt/fi KOIVOV (jn'ior EiXifTfTuiv, 
 
 EOOfHJc [.l WC EK01KCI TVl'lCT^d :
 
 < IMPAVIDUM FERIENT RUINAR. 
 
 Ah ! see ! 
 Fulfilment now hath Jove's decree. 
 His thunders bellowing from the deep 
 Rock the affrighted pendant world. 
 And to and fro the lightnings leap 
 In fiery-flickering circles curled ; 
 By eddying blasts the dust is whirled, 
 The winds unloosed to battle sweep. 
 Each against other snorts and raves, 
 And heaven is mingled with the waves. 
 
 On me this ruin's aimed to fall, 
 Me thus the Tyrant would appal ; 
 Dread mother Earth, I call on thee, 
 Heaven and Light, the boon of all, 
 On ye I call, behold and see 
 Th' injustice of my penalty.
 
 TRANSLATIONS INTO LATIN.
 
 2S 
 
 FROM BYRON'S HEBREW MELODIES. 
 
 ( ) ! SNATCH'D away in beauty's bloom, 
 ( )n thee shall press no ponderous tomb; 
 But on thy turf shall roses rear 
 Their leaves, the earliest of the year; 
 And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom : 
 
 And oft by yon blue gushing stream 
 Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, 
 
 And WvA deep thought with many a dream. 
 And lingering pause and lightly tread ; 
 ! ond wretch ' as if her step disturbed the dead.
 
 2 9 
 
 '0! SNATCH' D AWAY IN BEAUTY'S BLOOM: 
 
 Ah ! Veneris specie viridique erepta juventa. 
 
 Nulla prement cineres mole sepulcra tuos ; 
 At rosa vere comas trudet nascente per herbam, 
 
 At fera cupressus molliter umbra tremet. 
 
 Saepius irrigui prope caerula flumina rivi 
 Suppositis manibus debile fulta caput 
 
 Multiplies Pietas alet imo in pectore curas, 
 Et levis incedet, vel trahet usque moras ; 
 
 Sedula nequiquam quasi gressibus excitet Umbram, 
 Vel redeat pigris sensus imaginibus.
 
 ;^o From Byron's * Hebrew Melodies! 
 
 Away : we know that tears are vain, 
 
 That death nor heeds nor hears distress ', 
 
 Will this unteach us to complain? 
 
 Or make one mourner weep the less? 
 
 And thou, who tell'st me to forget, 
 
 Thy looks are wan. thine eyes are wet.
 
 ' O ! snatclid away in beauty s bloom.' 31 
 
 Cedite ! nempe perit, neque enim non novimus, angor, 
 Nee querulas surda Mors capit aure preces ; 
 
 Dedoceat tamen hoc quemquam lugere ? vel uni 
 Obstiterit tristi quin riget imbre genas ? 
 
 Vel tibi, quae suades haurire oblivia Lethes, 
 Stant lacrimis oculi, squalor in ora subit.
 
 J2 
 
 FROM COWPERS ' TASK: 
 
 Nor less attra< tive is the woodland scene, 
 Diversified with trees of every growth, 
 Alike, yet various. Here, the gray smooth trunks 
 Of ash or lime < r beech distinctly shine 
 Within the twilight of their distant shades. 
 There, lost behind a rising ground, the wood 
 Seems sunk, and shortened to its topmost boughs. 
 No tree in all the grove but has its charms, 
 Though each its hue peculiar, paler some 
 And of a wannish grey; the willow such, 
 And poplar that with silver lines his leaf. 
 And ash far stretching his umbrageous a:, i ; 
 Of deeper green the elm, and deeper Still,
 
 0J> 
 
 SI LV A RUM LAUDES. 
 
 Nec minor interea patulis est gratia silvis ; 
 Tarn multae surgunt vario de semine frondes ; 
 Discolor his species. 
 
 Hinc glauco splendida trunco 
 Fraxinus, aut tilia, aut procerae robora fagi 
 Haud incerta nitent, ubi densa crepuscula nectit 
 Silva procul. Mersurn adversi nemus objice clivi 
 Procumbit foliis, superatque cacumine solo. 
 Nulla caret proprio per silvas arbor honore ; 
 Pallidus his color, et sublucet purpura glauco, 
 Ut salici, ut niveae converses frondibus alno, 
 Ornoque umbriferis jactanti brachia ramis. 
 Ast ulrao coma densa viret ; viridantior ulmo 
 
 D
 
 34 From Cozvper's ' Task.' 
 
 Lord of the woods, the long-surviving oak ; 
 
 Some glossy leaved and shining in the sun. 
 
 The maple, and the beech of oily nuts 
 
 Prolific, and the lime at dewy eve 
 
 Diffusing odours ; nor unnoted pass 
 
 The sycamore, capricious in attire, 
 
 Mow green, now tawny, and, ere autumn yet 
 
 Have changed the woods, in scarlet honours bright.
 
 Silvarum Laudes. 35 
 
 Gloria silvarum, annoso stat robore quercus. 
 Illis splendidior venus, et sub sole coruscae 
 Frondis honos. Acer hunc ingens habet, altaque fagus, 
 Pingui glande ferax ; tilia hunc quse plurima odores 
 Vespere roranti spargit ; nee carmine nostro 
 Transierim platanum, quae saepe, coloribus impar, 
 E viridi modo fulva nitet, mox fulgida, nondum 
 Autumno variante nemus, decorabitur ostro. 
 
 d 2
 
 FROM SIIELIJ-A. 
 
 The fountains mingle with the river. 
 
 And the rivers with the ocean ; 
 The winds of heaven mix for ever 
 
 With a sweet emotion ; 
 Nothing in the world is single, 
 
 All things by a law divine 
 Tn one another's being miiv 'e — 
 
 Why not I with thine ? 
 
 See ! the mountains kiss high heaven. 
 
 And the waves clasp one another j 
 So sister flower would be forgiven 
 
 it it disdained its brother;
 
 37 
 
 LOVES PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Flumine se immiscent rivi, petit aequora flumen, 
 Xescio qua laeti coeant dulcedine venti ; 
 Xec simplex oritur quidquam, sic omnia fatis 
 Haerere inter se penite et compacta teneri — 
 Xec te poeniteat mecum decurrier aevum. 
 
 Aspicis aetherium ut juga complectantur Olympum ? 
 Inque vicem petat unda undam ? flos nullus in hortis 
 Fratrem impune suum mala per fastidia laedat.
 
 From S/ieliey. 
 
 And the sunlight clasps the earth. 
 And the moonbeams kiss the sea 
 
 What are all these kissings worth, 
 If thou kiss not me.
 
 Loves Philosophy. 39 
 
 Sol adeo terras amplectitur, aequora Phoebe, 
 
 Quod nisi te nostro labris infuderis ore, 
 
 Quid tot complexus, quid cuncta haec oscula prosint ?
 
 4 o 
 
 FROM LONGFELLOW. 
 
 All are architects of fate 
 
 Working in these walls of time, 
 
 Sonic with massive deeds and great, 
 Some with ornaments of rhyme. 
 
 For the structure that we raise 
 Time is with materials filled ; 
 
 Our to-days and yesterdays 
 Are the blocks with which we build. 
 
 Truly shape and fashion these, 
 Leave no yawning gaps between ; 
 
 Think not, because no man sees, 
 Such things will remain unseen.
 
 4i 
 
 THE BUILDERS. 
 
 Intra conclusi tectum revolubile mundi 
 Ponimus artifices moenia quisque sua ; 
 
 Hos fama levat altus honos, levat ardua virtus ; 
 Extruit Aonios pars studiosa modos. 
 
 Materiem praebent horis fugientibus anni, 
 Sublimemque jubent tollere in astra domura ; 
 
 Dat lux hestemae, dat lux hodierna, diei 
 Marmora quo solida mole oriatur opus. 
 
 Tu modo, ne vasto tibi rima fatiscat hiatu, 
 Finxeris assidua robora cruda manu ; 
 
 Neve, quod humanos fallunt male condita visus 
 Moenia, perpetuum sic latitura putes.
 
 4- From Longfellow. 
 
 In the elder days of art, 
 
 Builders wrought with greatest care 
 Each minute and unseen part, 
 
 For the Gods are everywhere.
 
 The Builders. 43 
 
 Non tulit indignum quemvis sufferre laborem 
 
 Artificum prisco quidquid in orbe fuit, 
 Abdi'.a si pariter, pariterque minuta niterent, 
 
 Numine divino cum loca nulla vaccnt.
 
 44 
 
 FROM SOPHOCLES, ANTIGONE, 332-375. 
 
 X( ). rroXXu r« etna Kovcev uvflpoj-irov cuvu-tpoy TtiXtl. 
 tuvto kul iroXlOV ntpay TTuvrov yiiynpito yoro) 
 yjopei, TTf.pt ppvyjouriy 
 
 irepQv vtt (HCfiatTif, Oet7>y re ray inrtpruray, Tar 
 a<pl)i-or, cucauarav avorovtraif 
 
 iWofxeiujy uporpioy trog tig 'irog, tTnreio) yivti rroXtuoy. 
 Kov(j>oy6tity rt (jiiiXoy opvidiov d/i^ipuAwr <<yE'> 
 tcai Oijpwy aypiuiv idyt], iruvrov t tivaXiay <pvaiy 
 (TTTUfiattri Ciicrunk'Xwtrrotc, 
 
 irepifpaorjc o.vqp i tcparei £t firf^ayalg uypuvXuv 
 Oijpog dpefffftpara, Xacnav^nd 8' 
 
 nnrov ui^trai up<piXo<f>uv £vyuy ovptioy r ttKfiiyra 
 ravpov.
 
 45 
 
 'WHAT A PIECE OF WORK IS MAX!' 
 
 Edit multa suo ferax 
 Tellus mira sinu ; callidius nihil 
 
 Humano genere extulit. 
 Hoc spumosa maris trajicit aequora 
 
 Devectum rapido Noto 
 Salsi per barathrum gurgitis, hoc equis 
 
 Aptans vincula fortibus, 
 Antiquae rigido vomere pinguia 
 
 Terrae viscera content. 
 Captantur laqueis alituum greges, 
 
 Tenduntur pedicae feris, 
 Verri squamigeri retibus humidis 
 
 Pisces aequora sentiunt. 
 Gens humana feram provida montibus 
 
 Silvestrem insidiis domat, 
 Ardentemque juba quadrupedem et boves 
 
 Cristato subigit jugo.
 
 46 From SopJiocltSy Antigone, 1^2 375. 
 
 Kiit (hOiyf.ui kai dvefiUEV (ppu)j)fia teat karwouovi 
 
 opyas totoa^aro xai SwraiXuv 
 
 7ruywi' viraiOpEia. icai dvoopfipa tyivytiv f3(\if' 
 
 TTUVTOTTOpOV, UTTOfJOC £7r' OVCEV EjDVErCH 
 
 r<> fieWov "A(ca povov (ptviw ovk Eira&rcu' 
 voaaiv c dprf^uytav (pvyat; Evfiire<j»pucrrtt. 
 cotyov ti to \xt\YfiVQZV Tiyj'ac virip iX-ti' 't^<ov 
 irore. fiEv KllKOV, uXXot £7r' irrOXoy 'i^nti, 
 rofiovQ napaipwv x^'"'"C Btwv r Ivopnov hiKav 
 v^irrvXiQ diruXic, on.) ro fit) KaXov 
 Zvvtori, ToXfiuQ \apiv' p.{fr e/uoi Trupianoq 
 yivoiro fiijT 'iaov (ppmiof ur ra5' tpdti.
 
 ' What a piece of work is man .' ' 47 
 
 Sunt quos eloquium et mitia praemia 
 
 Velocis sapientiae 
 Delectent ; alios imperium juvat ; 
 
 Ediscunt hiemalia 
 Evitare alii spicula frigoris ; 
 
 Xec quotcumque viris cadunt 
 Nudantur proprio fata piaculo. 
 
 Vel morbi gravis impetum 
 Mortales cohibent artibus improbi, 
 
 At nee Tartara fallere 
 Calient, nee Stygiae regna Proserpinae. 
 
 Immunis Sapientiae 
 Dat Fortuna apicem cui velit insolens ; 
 
 Qui leges colet et Themin 
 Aeternosque Deos hunc bona provehet, 
 
 Vexabit furiis Patrem 
 Siquis stultitia spernet Olympium ; 
 
 Talem non trabibus meis 
 Communive foco perpetiar frui.
 
 4§ 
 
 FROM HENRY VAUGIIAN'S SACRED POEMS. 
 
 Thky arc all gone into the world of light, 
 
 And I alone sit lingering here ; 
 Their very memory is fair and bright, 
 
 And my sad thoughts doth clear. 
 
 It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast 
 Like stars upon some gloomy grove,
 
 49 
 
 PRAETERITOR UM ME MORI. 4. 
 
 Lucis in serena templa 
 
 Migraverunt caeteri, 
 At superstes ego solus 
 
 Dernoror adhuc humi. 
 Horum meminisse mulcet 
 
 Contristata pectora, 
 Quibus ridet vel imago 
 
 Sine labe Candida. 
 
 Intus corde nubiloso 
 Micat jubar fervidum, 
 
 Pura ceu refulget stella 
 Per opaca nemoruir. 
 
 E
 
 50 From Heiiry I "aughatts Poems. 
 
 Or those faint beams in which this hill is drest 
 After the sun's remove. 
 
 I see them walking in an air of glon. 
 
 Whose light doth trample on my days ; 
 My days which are at best but dull and hoary. 
 Mere glimmerings and decays. 
 
 (» holy Hope! and high Humility ! 
 
 High as the heavens above !
 
 Praeteritorum Memoria. 5 1 
 
 Ceu sublucent hoc in colle. 
 
 (Solis face eondita,) 
 Languescentibus vestito 
 
 Radiis crepuscula. 
 
 Illos spatiari cerno 
 
 Claro laetos aethere, 
 Praegravat qui soles nostros 
 
 Ampliori lumine. 
 Tristes nobis eunt dies, 
 
 Ceu pruinis illiti, 
 Nobis marcet sol exilis, 
 
 Celer umbris excipi. 
 
 Sancta Spes, et Spei soror 
 
 Alta tu Modestia, 
 Quae sublimi mente regna 
 
 Permeas caelestia '. 
 
 E -i
 
 -. l-)\ m Henry Vaughans ream:. 
 
 These are your walks, and you have showed them n 
 To kindle mi >ve. 
 
 Dear, beauteous death, the jewel of die just. 
 
 Shining nowhere but in the dark ! 
 Whal mysteries do lie i d thy dust, 
 Could man outlook that mark ! 
 
 He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know 
 At first sight if the bird be flown :
 
 Practeritortim Memoria. 
 
 Illae sedes ter beatae 
 
 Ilia vestra spatia, 
 Visis quibus congelata 
 
 Incendentur studia. 
 
 Cari frons venusta Leti ! 
 
 Piis honos addite ! 
 O caliginosas potens 
 
 Tenebras diffindere '. 
 Quanta pulveris amictu, 
 
 Mors, arcana contegis ! 
 At haec mira collustrare 
 
 Nostris nefas oculis. 
 
 Auceps, observato nido, 
 Prima noscat acie 
 
 Utrum demigrarit ales 
 Toto vagus nemore \
 
 54 From Henry I 'aitghaiis Poems. 
 
 I'.ut what fair dell or grove he sings in now 
 That is to him unknown. 
 
 And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams 
 
 Call to the soul when man doth sleep, 
 So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted 
 themes, 
 And into glory peep. 
 
 If a star were confined into a tomb, 
 
 Her captive flames must nee Is burn there
 
 Praeteritorum Memoria. 55 
 
 Ubi vero nunc silvarum 
 
 Et quibus secessibus 
 Passer numeros profunda t, 
 
 Ignarum quaerentibus. 
 
 At sopitis olim visa 
 
 Clara cohors caelitum 
 Noctis sub obscura dare 
 
 Carmen jucundissimum ; 
 Et succurrat, erit ubi, 
 
 Alta magis solito 
 Pulcritudinis divinae 
 
 Nobis praesagitio. 
 
 Quid ? Si Stella concludatur 
 
 Tumuli compagibus ? 
 Ibi deflagret necesse 
 
 Coartatis ignibus ;
 
 56 From Henry Vaugharis Poems. 
 
 But when the hand that locked her up gives room, 
 She'll shine through all the sphere. 
 
 ( • Father of Eternal life, and all 
 ( !reated glories under thee ! 
 
 Resume thy spirit from this world of thrall 
 
 Into true liberty ! 
 
 Either disperse these mists, which blot and Till 
 My perspective still as t'
 
 Praeteritorum Memoria. 57 
 
 Sin angustiis solutis 
 
 Liberetur eadem, 
 Rutilantem sub extrema 
 
 Mundi ducat limitem. 
 
 aeternae Sator vitae ! 
 
 Summe re rum Conditor 
 Quot laudandae, quot decorae 
 
 Nobis subveni precor ! 
 Quod spiramus, nonne tuum? 
 
 Hanc receptes animam 
 Dudum vinclis illigatam, 
 
 Atque reddas liberam ! 
 
 Aut praetentas intuenti 
 Caelum milii tenebras, 
 
 Hunc et orbem praetervecla 
 Nubila disjicias ;
 
 ss 
 
 From Henry Vaughan's Poems. 
 
 ' >r else remove me hence unto that hill, 
 Where I shall need no glass.
 
 Praeteritorum Mcmoria. 59 
 
 Aut in aureas dignere 
 
 Arces me suscipere, 
 Unde patent in aperto 
 
 Divum sedes lumine.
 
 Co 
 
 FROM BERKEL E Y'S II VXJCS. 
 
 The Muse, disgusted at an age and clime 
 Barren of every glorious theme, 
 
 In distant lands now waits a belter time, 
 Producing subjects worthy fame ; 
 
 In happy climes, where from the genial sun 
 And virgin earth such scenes ensue, 
 
 The force of art by nature seems undone, 
 And fanned beauties by the true; 
 
 In happy climes, the seat of innocem e, 
 
 Where nature guides and virtue rules. 
 Where men shall not impose for truth and sense 
 The pedantries of courts and schools ;
 
 6i 
 
 VERSES ON THE PROSPECT OF PLANTING ARTS 
 AND LEARNING IN AMERICA. 
 
 Pieris, aversata locos et saecula quorum 
 Materies resonae nulla sit apta lyrae, 
 
 Tempora prospectat terns meliora remotis, 
 Siquibus eniteat gloria digna cani ; 
 
 Sedibus Elysiis, ubi laeti munere solis 
 Sponte sua renovat gleba benigna vices, 
 
 Ut videatur humus nulla speciosior arte 
 Cantorum fktos exsuperasse modos ; 
 
 Quaque verecundae regio est faustissima genti, 
 Qua, duce natura, fas regit acta virum, 
 
 Frivola qua nequeunt Veri simulare figuram. 
 
 Quae studiosa cohors, quae schola docta probat ;
 
 62 From Berkeley's Works. 
 
 There shall be sung another golden . 
 
 The rise of empire and of arts, 
 The good and great inspiring epic raj 
 
 The wisest heads and noblest hearts 
 
 Not such as Europe breeds in her deca) ; 
 
 Such as she bred when fresh and young, 
 When heavenly flame did animate her clay, 
 By future poets shall be sung. 
 
 Westward the course of empire takes its way 
 The four first Acts already past, 
 
 A fifth shall < lose the Drama with the day ; 
 Time's noblest offspring is the last.
 
 The Future of America. 
 
 Illuxisse novum saeclis memorabitur aurum, 
 Imperium crescet, crescet et artis honos ; 
 
 Tunc heroa piae succendent carmina mentis 
 Celsaque nobilitas, ingeniumque sagax. 
 
 Laudibus extollent vates genus acre futuri, 
 Non quale effeto nunc parit aegra sinu, 
 
 Quale sed edebat vehemens Europa juventa, 
 Igne sacro humanum calfaciente lutum. 
 
 Vergit in occasus cum luce potentia rerum : 
 Jam quater est actu scena retecta novo, 
 
 Fabula condetur quinto Phoebusque peracto, 
 Ultima praeclara saecula prole vigen
 
 ORIGINAL PIECES. 
 I. -SACRED : LATIN AND ENGLISH,
 
 66 
 
 ORIGINAL LATIN HYMNS. I. 
 
 Jesu, pro me lacerate ! 
 Jesu, pro me morti date ' 
 Scelus meum elue. 
 
 Vitae dux ac gubernator ! 
 Caecis lumen et salvator ! 
 Scelus meum elue. 
 
 Adsum corde sitienti, 
 Adsum anima maerenti, 
 
 Scelus meum elue.
 
 Original Latin Hymns. I. 67 
 
 Abs te procul aberravi, 
 Labe sum pollutus gravi ; 
 Scelus meum elue. 
 
 Ne sic pergam stulte durus, 
 Fiam velut infans purus ; 
 Scelus meum elue. 
 
 Apud te sunt haustus dulces, 
 Corda sauciata mulces ; 
 Scelus meum elue. 
 
 Ductor esto trepidanti, 
 Lumen praebeas vaganti ; 
 Scelus meum elue. 
 
 F 2
 
 
 ORIGINAL LATIN HYMNS. II. 
 
 Cum tenebrae conglobantur, 
 Fluctus altc cum minantur, 
 Cum pericula densantur, 
 Adsis, precor, Domine. 
 
 Corpus segnc cum Ianguescit, 
 Dolor ingruens augescit, 
 Robur, vita, lux hebescit, 
 Adsis, precor, Domine. 
 
 Cor cum gemit cura pressum. 
 Mala nimia perpessum, 
 Aegritudine defessum, 
 
 Adsis, precor, Domine.
 
 6 9 
 
 THE SAME RENDERED INTO ENGLISH: 
 
 When dark clouds around us cluster, 
 When great billows o'er us bluster, 
 When our perils thickly muster, 
 
 Be thou nigh, O Lord, we pray. 
 
 When our bodies, faint and jaded, 
 By keen torments are invaded, 
 Strength and life and light are faded, 
 Be thou nigh, O Lord, we pray. 
 
 When our hearts, o'erwhelmed with care, 
 And with ills too hard to bear, 
 Groan within us in despair, 
 
 Be thou nigh, O Lord, we pray.
 
 . 3 Original Latin Hymns. II. 
 
 Cum sublustri stamus ora, 
 Cum lctalis urget hora, 
 Monstrans tu fulgidiora 
 
 Adsis, precor, Dominc.
 
 The same in English. 7 1 
 
 When on death's dim shore we stand, 
 When the last hour is at hand, 
 Pointing to the brighter land 
 
 Be thou nigh, O Lord, we pray.
 
 7- 
 
 ORIGINAL LATIN HYMNS. III. 
 
 Ne probrosae voluptatis 
 
 Lacjueis irrctiar, 
 Neve viis ah ! quam latis 
 Leti, luctuose gratis, 
 
 Errabundus tenear ; 
 Neve mundi corniptelis, — 
 Ne sim Cruci infidelis. 
 
 Nil me moveant honores 
 
 Vana clari specie, 
 Nil faventium clamores, 
 Nil luxuriae splendores, 
 
 Quin te sequar, Domine : 
 Hoc contentus, O Salvator, 
 It sim tui imitator.
 
 73 
 
 THE SAME RENDERED INTO ENGLISH. 
 
 O ! let me not entangled be 
 In pleasure's mesh of infamy, 
 Or on the broad seductive way 
 That leads to death and sorrow stray, 
 Or for earth's perishable dross 
 Betray thee, Saviour, and thy Cross. 
 
 And let me not be turned aside 
 
 By flattering tongues, or blaze of pride, 
 
 Or by sleek luxury's softer shine 
 
 From the strait path thou madest thine, 
 
 Contented well, dear Lord, to be 
 
 Only a follower of thee.
 
 74 Original Latin Hymns. III. 
 
 Illud aveo ac spero, 
 
 Unicum hoc properans ; 
 Illud abs te solum qurcro 
 Die prime, die sero 
 
 ( Irebra prece Bagitans ; 
 Fac ut tecum pati discam, 
 Fac ut tecum reviviscam.
 
 The same in English. 75 
 
 For this my hope and longing is, 
 The goal of all my striving this, 
 Thee o'er and o'er for this sole boon 
 My prayers importune late and soon, — 
 O ! make me partner of thy pain, 
 Make me with thee to live again.
 
 70 
 
 DAVID'S LAMENT FOR ABSALOM. 
 
 Ipse ego debueram bis successisse sepulcro, 
 Bis nigros innasse lacus, bis, nate, priusquam 
 Nescia mors flecti te demisisset ad umbras. 
 Heu ! funesta dies ! Ut velles parcere nato, 
 Indigno quamvis, nato tamen ! Ecqua voluptas 
 Jam solis spectare jubar, spectare diei? 
 Ecqua ? Sed et patrem genitrix, precor, excipe tellus ! 
 Est ibi curarum requies finisque laborum.
 
 77 
 
 ABRAHAM'S VISION. 
 
 He lift up his eyes and looked, and, lo, three men stood by him. 
 
 Gene is xviii 
 
 Obstupuit pater aspectu, attonitusque parumper 
 Conticuit ; posthac trepidus conquirere ' Quonam 
 Vos mihi venistis de litore ? Cujus egeni ? 
 Non hominum genus esse putem. Sed et hora benigno 
 Nunc erat apta cibo ; jam fessa reponite membra, 
 Corpora jam curate, precor.' Nee plura locutus, 
 Ferre jubet famulos gelidas e flumine lymphas 
 Et dapibus mensas caesoque onerare juvenco. 
 
 Postquam expulsa fames epulis, sic incipit ore 
 Qui princeps aderat juvenum, ' Xe forte requirus 
 Unde genus, Deus, ipse Deus nos misit ab alto
 
 - 8 Graham's I T ision. 
 
 Aethere fatidicos praesenti numine vates. 
 
 Ergo clara tibi soboles serique nepotes 
 Implebunt terras et late sceptra tenebunt. 
 Sit verbis motlo certa fides. Gens arclua cres' i t, 
 Quam siquis numerare velit, velit aequoris idem 
 Nosse quot undanti resonent in litore fluctus, 
 Quam multa astrifero splendescant sidera cat lo.'
 
 79 
 
 WESTMINSTER ABBE V. 
 
 Aspicis ilia foro quae stant vicina superbo 
 Tecta, laboratis alte suffulta columnis, 
 Numine tuta Dei sedes? Viden', advena quanta 
 Surgat mole domus? Quibus atria turribus exstent, 
 Atria divinam semper spirantia pacem? 
 Mirarine lubet regum monumenta priorum 
 Ossaque, et exstinctas miserari funere vitas, 
 Magnanimos heroas, et imperfecta tenellis 
 Membra puerperiis quibus ipso in limine vitae 
 Erepta est cum luce dies, vatesque canoros 
 Pieridum comites, necnon, Sapientia, qui te 
 Angustum per iter sinuoso calle secuti.
 
 Westminster Ab 
 
 Quique dabant olim leges, aut foedera pa 
 Consiliis pepigere suis, rabiosaque norunt 
 Corda ciere virinn et motos sedare tumultus? 
 Hue ades, atque pio subeas sacra Iimina gr(
 
 Si 
 
 AT A CHORAL SERVICE. NOV. 12, 1865. 
 
 The worshippers are met. Rest here awhile 
 Within this shrine of calm, this solemn pile, 
 Whose clustered pillars, branching to the skies, 
 Teach our gross thoughts from sullen earth to rise. 
 Rest here awhile, and let the bleak wind sob 
 Against the blazoned windows. Here the throb 
 Of yon high organ strikes the roof, the walls, 
 And now dilates with joy, now softer falls, 
 Anon to burst in thunder, liquid-blent 
 
 With alleluias of the white-robed choir, 
 Loud pealing anthem and divine concent j 
 While the pale tapers' dimly burning fire 
 
 G
 
 At a Choral Service. 
 
 Sheds all around a weird unearthly gleam, 
 That the tranced mind seems evermore to dream : 
 So come whatever loves to muse. Come thou 
 Whose days are bitter and whose light burns low, 
 And come the pure heart, and the sad that fain 
 Would cleanse away its guilt-contracted stain. 
 i ! re are sweet balms to suage each inward smart, 
 And dews ofgra< : to ch ;er the droo]
 
 83 
 
 4 'AySpiCjWGe, Kpa.TawvaQ(. s 
 
 Faint not, O drooping heart, 
 Nor deem the fight in vain ; 
 
 Bid coward doubts depart, 
 Onwards and upwards strain. 
 
 No faltering step be thine, 
 
 No hesitating blow ; 
 Strike, and with might divine, 
 
 Thy spiritual foe. 
 
 Trust in the Lord thy Strength, 
 Strive, pray, and do not cease , 
 
 Thee will He guide at length 
 Into the paths of peace. 
 
 G 2
 
 84 
 
 ' Me'xpu Tew ; ' 
 
 S i ILL dreaming ? Lo, the sun is high 
 In heaven, and the dwindling shade 
 
 Tells us the morn is sliding by 
 
 ( >n tireless wings all silently. 
 
 The flower bells droop, the tender blade 
 
 Hath lost its dewy twinkling gem, . 
 
 And thronged by many a greenwood stem 
 The panting flocks are bid 
 
 Still dreaming? Thinkest thou to bask 
 
 For ever in life's morning ray? 
 Hast thou no foes to meet? no task
 
 • Mf'^pis Tef) ; ' 
 
 To do ? nor aid nor boon to ask ? 
 
 Up ! idler, ere the fleeting day 
 Hath climbed high heaven's midmost steep ; 
 Break the dull chains of rusty sleep ; 
 
 Struggle and work and pray.
 
 
 ■ It Ver et Venus, et Veris pnenuntius ante 
 Pennatus graditur Zephyrus.' 
 
 Now April woos with soft delicious breath 
 The sheathed bud to burst its darksome lair . 
 
 Doffs with impatient hand her wintry wreath. 
 And flings her tresses to the wanton air. 
 
 \ a Spring and Flora lead the vernal march, 
 With louder music shake the silvan choirs ; 
 
 Now sprouts anew the rosy-tasselled larch, 
 Anew the crocus shows his golden fires. 
 
 B) reed-fringed pool and arrowy gleaming rill, 
 Hall-wrapt in moss, the tufted violets peer. 
 
 ( )r o'xlip faint, or flaming daffodil, 
 
 ( >r feathery brakes uncoiled their heads uprear 
 
 All Nature wakes to life, and 1 with her ; 
 1 may not sleep when all things are astir.
 
 S7 
 
 We sigh for freedom, but we find 
 Our chains are fast about us still ; 
 
 With iron grip the flesh they bind, 
 Although they cannot hold the will. 
 
 We grope in darkness ; all around 
 Gloom thick and palpable is spread, 
 
 Gloom such as haunts beneath the ground 
 The silent chambers of the dead. 
 
 O ! for some angel power to smite 
 From off these limbs the steely fangs ; 
 
 ( )r ray of pure celestial light 
 
 To pierce the mist that o'er us hangs !
 
 ■ IfcXypov irpbs Kzvrpa Xokt^siv.' 
 
 \ erst, when holy Peter slept, 
 
 Dnheedful of the tyrant's ire, 
 Fast in his guarded cell, there leapt 
 
 Through those black vaults a sudden fire . 
 
 God's glory lightened round, his bands. 
 
 Their grim alliance sundering, 
 Fell, and behold ! the Apostle stands 
 
 I rprisen, free and wondering !
 
 8 9 
 
 A MARRIAGE PRAYER. 
 
 The dew of the blessing of heaven 
 Be yours, and the sunshine of life, 
 
 And gladness, like oil in its glistening, 
 Unmarred by the waters of strife. 
 
 And cloudless and bright be the noonday, 
 And tranquil your evening of love, 
 
 Till ye come to the pure re-awakening 
 Of a morning that fades not above.
 
 9 o 
 
 Ton inc, ever toiling, 
 
 Beneath a weary load. 
 With stiffened limbs and aching heart, 
 
 Vlong a thorny road. 
 
 Waiting, ever waiting, — 
 
 It is a weary task, — 
 Still crossed, still foiled in our desires, 
 
 Still far from what we ask. 
 
 1 [oping, ever hoping, 
 
 Led by a phantom light 
 That does but shine to snare our steps, 
 
 And deepen more the night.
 
 ' Gy/is 0t/x iifirj^dvoKTi Krjhsoiv KV/ccopSPi.' I. 91 
 
 Mourning, ever mourning, 
 Till life all tearful seem, 
 
 Dim as the mist that hangs for aye 
 On some black sluggish stream.
 
 Q2 
 
 *&vui 6uu aurixdvoHTt nrfitaiv KUK&fieve.' II. 
 
 S > I i.r is the way, < ) Cod, and long 
 
 That leads us unto thee ; 
 Pale terrors all our footsteps throng, 
 
 And strange perplexity. 
 
 To whom shall we for succour pray ? 
 
 To whom for refuge flee ? 
 What guardian power, what beacon ray 
 
 Shall guide us, Lord, to thee ? 
 
 < )ur foes are legioned round, they lift 
 Their threatening standards high ; 
 
 Their aim is sure, their arrows swift, 
 ( ) ! save us or we die.
 
 (jv/xh Qv\x d^irj-^dvotai /aj8:(riv KVKto|xevz. , II. 93 
 
 Shield us, O Father, with thy might, 
 
 And lead us by thy love ; 
 So bring us to the perfect light, 
 
 The light of heaven above.
 
 94 
 
 CHRISTMAS, 
 
 Win n the old year is lying, 
 
 Even at his latest gasp, a-dyin 
 
 And the pale sun with ineffectual beam 
 
 (bids but scarce warms the swollen stream. 
 
 ( )r wraps, as in a shroud, 
 
 His visage golden, 
 
 Cancelled and unbeholden, 
 
 With flounced curtains of snow-burthened cloud : 
 
 When the fleet birds, of insect tribes abhorred. 
 
 Summer's untiring noisy daughters) 
 
 To southern dimes restored, 
 
 No longer pipe and play 
 
 The livelong day
 
 Christmas. 95 
 
 About the eaves and by the waters ; 
 
 When stately elm and poplar tall, 
 
 And willow bending o'er the river, 
 
 Stripped of their leafy honours all, 
 
 Rattle and shiver 
 
 In the resounding Northern blast, 
 
 As it sweeps tumultuous past ; 
 
 When naked fields are stiff with rime, 
 
 Then comes the joyous Christmas time ; 
 
 And, strange, amid the universal chill, 
 
 Our human hearts a tenfold warmth distil. 
 
 For we remember 
 
 How, in the former time, upon this night 
 
 Of hoar December, 
 
 (As doth the sainted chronicler recite,) 
 
 To shepherds camping round their folded sheep, 
 
 Waking and not asleep, 
 
 Among the lone 
 
 Judsean hills, there suddenly outshone
 
 <)6 Christmas. 
 
 A beam that quenched earth's shimmering fires. 
 
 And quite put out the full-orbed moon 
 
 With all the ethereal lucent choirs — ■ 
 
 It seemed as though the solid floor of heaven, 
 
 By surges of a flaming sea 
 
 From pole to pole had been asunder riven — 
 
 \nd straightway multitudinous shapes immortal, 
 
 1 n close-thronged company 
 
 Advancing jubilant 
 
 From the celestial portal. 
 
 Upraised in myriad harmony 
 
 The unimagined chant, 
 
 1 Glory to God who reigns on high, ! 
 
 Be peace on earth and charity ! 
 
 Fulfilled is the word that was spoken. 
 The desire of the nations is come ; 
 
 < mi the hill-tops the morning hath broken, 
 And the wilderness bursts into bloom.
 
 Christmas. 97 
 
 ' Lo ! the toil of the captive is ended, 
 
 And the blind man hath light and may see ; 
 
 For the Lord to his house hath descended, 
 And the wells of salvation are free. 
 
 ' Come, ye thirsty ones, come to the fountains ! 
 
 Leap, ye lame, as the lithe antelope ; 
 Break ye forth into singing, O mountains, 
 
 Into anthems of gladness and hope ! 
 
 ' Up ! awake, thou incontinent dreamer ! 
 
 Take ye courage, oh sorrowful-eyed ! 
 There is born unto you a Redeemer, 
 
 And a Saviour, a Light, and a Guide.' 
 
 O seraph-carolled beatific voice, 
 
 Even in these latter days thou biddest us rejoice ! 
 
 An echo of that music even now 
 
 Makes our ears tingle and our hearts o'erfiow, 
 
 H
 
 L 'hristtnas. 
 
 Albeit we, who climb 
 
 These high and frozen peaks of time, 
 
 Are stunned and deafened by the cry 
 
 I )fa miscalled philosophy, 
 
 'That with hard sneer and shameless blare 
 
 Proclaims humanity's despair, 
 
 And stamps and tramples in the earth 
 
 All that we have of heavenly birth. 
 
 Faith, holy maiden, scarce heard is thine hymn ; 
 
 Love, fiery spirit, thy glory is dim ; 
 
 And man lieth down in darkness and sorrow. 
 
 For heknoweth not whether his night hath a morrow, 
 
 The priest cannot raise his eyes from the dust, 
 And the well spring of song is grown over with lust. 
 And the statesman knows of no good but in gold. 
 And in things that are bought and things that are sold.
 
 Christmas. 99 
 
 But, Father, thou art still the same 
 As when in love thy firstborn came, 
 Shorn of the brightness none may know, 
 To tread this world of guilt and woe. 
 Thou carest for man, by man forgot, 
 Though he be false, thou changest not ; 
 Thy promises thou dost remember, 
 Thou wilt preserve the dying ember ; 
 Upon the cracked and thirsty plain 
 Thou 'It pour a gracious quickening rain, 
 And bid new fountains gush, and verdure laugh again. 
 
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 IOO 
 
 THE TRANSFIGURATION. 
 
 ( )vkr yon solitary hill 
 The night breeze flutters soft and chill ; 
 Fast deepening shadows fall around, 
 And holy stillness breathes profound. 
 
 See ! while the Master watch is keeping, 
 His servants prostrate stretched are sleeping, 
 The) heedless press the mountain sod ; 
 He wakes to prayer — God pleads with God. 
 
 His clasped hands I seem to trace, 
 1 li> moving lips and upturned face ; 
 I seem to catch the mute desire 
 Sped Oil swift wings to his great Sire
 
 The Transfiguration. 101 
 
 Lo ! as with soul entranced I listen, 
 With glory lit his features glisten, 
 His raiment bathed in splendour glows, 
 Exceeding white as new-born snows. 
 
 Irradiant at his side appear 
 The Prophet and the Lawgiver, 
 Meek Moses and Elias bold, 
 Those venerable Seers of old. 
 
 Moses, whose wondrous obsequies 
 Were witnessed not of mortal eyes ; 
 Elias, borne by steeds of flame 
 To realms beyond corruption's claim. 
 
 Dark speech with Christ they interchange 
 Of counsels hidden deep and strange ; 
 A death to be accomplished, 
 And of a rising from the dead.
 
 102 The Transfiguration. 
 
 What ? Still do the disciples dream ? 
 Nor list the high mysterious theme? 
 Still are their eyes in slumber sealed. 
 Blind to the majesty revealed? 
 
 Thej wake, they start. The vision fa<l< 
 The hill is wrapt in cloudy shades ; 
 No more ? A voice, through vapours dun, 
 Spake. 'This is my beloved Son.'
 
 103 
 
 a meditation; 
 
 'Twas said by Him whose word is sooth. 
 Who breathed the rarest heaven of truth, 
 And drank its elemental essence, 
 That joy ariseth in the presence 
 Of the serene angelic host 
 ( )ver the wandering sinner lost, 
 That timely warned of future wrath, 
 Him turneth on destruction's path, 
 Bent, though with weak and halting pace, 
 His sinful journey to retrace. 
 
 God ! 'tis a piteous sight to see 
 
 One that erewhile had dwelt with thee,
 
 104 Meditation. 
 
 Had tasted thine ambrosial springs, 
 Fanned by seraphic waving wings ; 
 Had culled the flowers of Paradise, 
 And heard the heavenly melodies 
 Which softly fall, like twilight dews, 
 Along those starry avenues ; 
 And known thee, father, friend, and guide, 
 Back from the holy union slide. 
 
 No sadder sight hath earth to show ; — 
 
 No shape of want, nor depth of woe, 
 
 Not fever's wasting misery, 
 
 Nor caverned cheek, nor sunken eye, 
 
 Nor beaded brow, nor laboured breath, — 
 
 All the long agony of death, — 
 
 So rends the heart, as to survey 
 
 Th' immortal spirit day by day 
 
 From its first love declining more, 
 
 In primal brightness tarnished o'er.
 
 A Meditation. 105 
 
 Ah ! now the fiery element 
 Imbrutes, its quickening virtue spent ; 
 Those sheeny soaring pinions fade 
 And droop with plumage disarrayed ; 
 No more may such soiled soul aspire, 
 Xo more relume its blackened fire ; 
 Upon its belly low it crawls, 
 With unclean sordid things it stalls. 
 Its birthplace spurned, its bliss forgot. 
 Nor loathes th' abasement of its lot. 
 
 Jesu, on all thine earth there is 
 Nothing so piteous as this. 
 And must not there in heaven be dole 
 Over the human erring soul ? 
 And pity wring angelic hearts, 
 When some fond prodigal departs 
 From his divine and proper home, 
 This earthly wilderness to roam ? 
 And even cherubic cheeks be wet 
 With tears of impotent regret ?
 
 ORIGINAL PIECES 
 II.— MISCELLANEOUS LATIN VERSES.
 
 i(X) 
 
 IGNIS FATUUS. 
 
 Arduus igniferas Titan super aethera bigas 
 Egerat, alta quies saltus dumosque tenebat ; 
 Quaesierant umbram pecudes, sua saxa lacerti. 
 Florilegae latebras apium somnumque catervae. 
 Ilice sub nigra, queruli prope murmura rivi, 
 Amissum Corydon deflebat carmine Daphnin. 
 
 ' Quae te errore viae nimis ah ! miserande fefellil 
 Causa puer ? Quae fata caput crudelia Lethes 
 Demersere, nefas, fluviis Stygioque sub antro ? 
 An nox obscuravit iter, tenebraeque profundae ? 
 An rabido lupa dente ferox ? — dii tale negarint ! 
 Anne, viatorem quae plurima tradidit Oreo, 
 Te quoque fallaci delusit imagine flamma ? 
 Ipse etenim memini, quum primo in limine vitae
 
 1 10 f°nis Fa tii us 
 
 6 
 
 Inn tenor inciperes " risu cognoscere matrem, 
 Hanc fincm in visas tibi praecinuisse Sorores. 
 Quis deus, infelix, taedam ut sequerere volantem 
 Impulit ? Ille nimis durus quicumque ciebat. 
 \: prius in deserta pedes quam stagna tulisti. 
 Quamque iter obduxit numquam revocabilis error, 
 Exortam decuit rupisse crepuscula lunam 
 Et lustrasse vias caecaque voragine fauces. 
 
 • Jam videor, jam nunc, ferri spectare per auras 
 Crinito splendore jubar. Tu lumina, Daphni, 
 Improbus insequeris fatalia. Siste, furentem 
 Cursum siste, puer ! nonne audis, Daphni, dehiscit 
 Quo properas, patet et praeceps ad Tartara tellus. 
 Quid tantum petis ? aut quae mentem insania cepit ? 
 Irrita verba cadunt ; rapido nam surdior Euro 
 Yolveris in mortem studio jactatus inaui — 
 Non alitor quam, quum fur\'i penetrasset ad aulas 
 1 )itis et horriferos manes invictus Ulixes, 
 Ter matris prensare umbram, ter brachia colic
 
 Ignis Faluns. in 
 
 Addere complexu molli conatus, at ilium, 
 Somnus uti aut ventus, pedibus cita fugit imago. 
 Ah ! quoties ubi canna tremit sub flamine, quaque 
 Squalet amara palus nigraque inamabilis unda, 
 Aera per liquidum vidi horrescente procella 
 Funereas trepidare faces. Ah ! perfida lampas, 
 Crediderim igne tuo silvas arsisse comantes, 
 Ut perhibent, late et stravisse incendia campos, 
 Dilecto quoniam nimium male parcis amico.' 
 
 TE VENIENTE DIE, TE DECEDENTE CANEBAT. 
 
 Non opus est multis, rerum dulcissima, verbis, 
 
 Ut pateant animo pectora nostra tuo. 
 Te quod amo mihi fons sole est oriente canendi, 
 
 Finis et est sero vespere te quod amo.
 
 I 12 
 
 ON THE LATE LORD DERBY'S TRANSLATION (>/■ 
 
 THE ILIAD. 
 
 En ! aye Pieridum quidquid Peneia Tempe 
 
 Jam colis et resoni flumina sacra jugi ; 
 Dignus adest vestra qui cingat tempora launi, 
 
 Et bibat Aonias inviolatus aquas. 
 Ipse sub invisis ubicumque vagaris, Homere, 
 
 Manibus, O socii duxque decusque chori, 
 Desine funereas gemitu culpare Sorores; 
 
 Hinc tibi laus fama splendidiore vigct. 
 Qui solet eloquio celsum mulcere senatum, 
 
 It superet claros, nobilis ipse, patres, 
 1 >um strepitu fora rauca vacant, dum rixa quies< it, 
 
 Transtulit Angliacis Troica gesta modis.
 
 Lord Derby s Translation of the Iliad. 1 1 
 
 Perleget Hectoreas caedes Danaumque repulsas, 
 
 Perleget iratos barbara nympha deos ; 
 llion et veteris Priami lacrimabile fatum 
 
 Mollia nee ficto corda, dolore prement. 
 Jam videor mihi bella sequi ; jam proelia gliscunt ; 
 
 Dat sonitum valida pulsa sagitta manu. 
 Cernis Ht arma procul tremulo fulgore coruscent ? 
 
 Concitus impavidis ut ruat axis equis ? 
 Hinc picea caelum velant caligine fumi, 
 
 Hinc Phrygius rubris aestuat amnis aquis. 
 Quid memorem Atridae curas Thetidisque querelam ? 
 
 Quidve gravi lassos seditione duces ? 
 Parte alia tristes possis audire sonores, 
 
 Regia Pergamea qua nitet arce domus ; 
 Femineis penitus resonant ululatibus aulae, 
 
 Spes cecidit, Trojae nee manet ulla salus. 
 Copia adest, quodcumque petas, ceu vere tepenti 
 
 Per sua quum tenerae rura feruntur apes • 
 
 I
 
 114 Lord Derby s Translation of the Iliad. 
 
 Nunc thyma, frondiferas certain modo carpere mvrtos ; 
 
 Nunc rosa, mox praebes, flos hyacinthe, nioram. 
 Sic nova panduntur semper miracula rem m, 
 
 Singula dum grata mens vice laeta petit. 
 Haec tua jam nobis, decus illustre Senatus, 
 
 Ars dedit, haec eadem tempus in omne da I 
 Teque leves populi tollent ad sidera laudes, 
 
 ' Pieridum lumen praesidiumque fori.'
 
 ii5 
 
 LINES COMPOSED IN A PASTRYCOOK'S SHOP AT 
 
 MILAN. 
 
 Be sure that, when you've had your fill, 
 
 You beat a swift retreat, 
 For Satan finds some dainties still 
 
 For idle mouths to eat. 
 
 IDEM LA TINE REDD J JVM. 
 
 Parce laboranti quam primum impleveris alvo, 
 Neu pudeat rapidam corripuisse fugam ; 
 
 Usque etenim Satanas pellacia frusta npoaeiei, 
 Et jubet incisas mox ! renovare dapes. 
 
 1 The invaluable word mox is clue to the kind assistance of a 
 friend. 
 
 I 2
 
 ORIGINAL PIECES. 
 
 II I. —MISCELLANEOUS ENGLISH VERSES.
 
 U9 
 
 ALBA DIRUTA. 
 
 ' Inter haec jam praemissi Albam erant equites, qui multitudinem 
 ducerent Romam. Legiones deinde ductae ad diruendam urbem. 
 Quae ubi intravere portas, non quidem fuit tumultus ille, nee pavor, 
 qualis captarum esse urbium solet ; quum, effractis portis, stratisve 
 ariete muris, aut arce vi capta, clamor hostilis et cursus per urbem 
 armatorum omnia ferro flammaque miscet ; sed silentium triste ac 
 tacita maestitia ita defixit omnium animos, ut, prae metu obliti, quid 
 relinquerent, quid secum ferrent, deficiente consilio, rogitantesque 
 alii alios, nunc in liminibus starent, nunc errabundi domos sua-. 
 ultimum illud visuri, pervagarentur. Ut vero jam equitum clamor 
 exire jubentium instabat, jam fragor tectorum, quae diruebantur, 
 ultimis urbis partibus audiebatur, pulvisque ex distantibus locis 
 ortus, velut nube inducta omnia impleverat ; raptim, quibus quisquc 
 poterat elatis, quum larem ac penates tectaque, in quibus natus qui>- 
 que educatusque esset, relinquentes exirent ; jam continens agmen 
 migrantiuni impleverat vias, et conspectus aliorum mutua miseratione
 
 120 Alba diruta. 
 
 rabat lacrimas, vocesque etiam miserabiles exaudiebantur ; mu- 
 lierum praecipue, quum obsessa ah armatis templa augusta praeter- 
 . ac velut captos relinquerent deos.' — Lhy, i. 29. 
 
 ' What bodes this stillness ? Why hath ceased 
 
 All suddenly the pulse of this fair town 
 To beat ? What ails thee, venerable priest, 
 
 That thou hurriest adown 
 Yon sacred stairs with steps precipitate ? 
 
 Doth not the victim, duly garlanded, 
 Thy gleaming knife await 
 
 With meek submissive head? 
 Why is thy visage blanched ? why quake thy limbs for 
 dread ? 
 
 ■ lint lately with an eager throng 
 
 The spacious market-place was loud. I passed 
 Those busy glittering thoroughfares along. 
 
 Now, with frighted gaze down* ast,
 
 Alba diritta. 121 
 
 ( )r dumb inquiring looks and chill dismay, 
 
 Burgher and dame, tall youth and lissom maid, 
 Are hurrying away ; 
 The very babes afraid. 
 Wherefore, who knows ? their gambols and sweet mirth 
 have stayed. 
 
 ' Hushed is the jocund voice of festival, 
 
 Hushed the full chant, the cithern's plaintive breath ; 
 Viol and harp and flute are noiseless all ; 
 
 Deep silence, as of death, 
 Rules the deserted hall, 
 
 Where late the measured beat 
 
 Of nimble twinkling feet 
 
 Resounded from the floor 
 
 Of golden corridor. 
 
 Like sleep by sunrise banished, 
 
 The startled guests have vanished ;
 
 122 Alba diruta. 
 
 Like a dream at close of night, 
 Joy and glee have taken flight ; — 
 What evil hap is here? what freak of fortune's might ?' 
 
 ' The foe hath sent to bid us quit 
 
 Our birthplace and our childhood's sunny home ; 
 He hath decreed it. and we must submit 
 
 To the war-god's nursling — Rome. 
 Hark ! shrilling with derisive brazen note, 
 
 The fiat of inexorable fate 
 Peals from the trumpet's throat, 
 
 And close beside the gate 
 Those grim-faced legions stand, with conscious might 
 elate. 
 
 'They're in ! they've won the white main square ! 
 
 Ah ! see those curling wreaths of smoky gloom ! 
 Those quick red tongues that rend the crackling air, 
 
 Resonant with instant doom !
 
 Alba dirnta. 123 
 
 Farewell, ye dear familiar scenes ! Farewell, 
 
 Loved hearths and quiet shrines ! We must not 
 stay ; 
 There — the last barrier fell — 
 O fatal, bitter day ! 
 Ere those harsh spear-points urge thee hence, away ! 
 away '.'
 
 I2 4 
 
 ' IIAEC OI.IU MEMINISSE JUVABlT.* 
 
 How often, when our love was young, 
 We wandered by the river's side, 
 Watching die gambols of the tide, 
 
 As to the sea it whirled along; 
 
 How often spun affection's dream 
 
 < >n some moss-woven couch reclined, 
 Lulled by the murmuring of the wind, 
 
 ( )r music of the vocal stream. 
 
 Rapt in sweet converse we would send 
 The sun to rest behind the wold, 
 What time he fringed the west with gold, 
 
 And sloped towards his journey's end.
 
 Haec olim meminissc jtivabit. 125 
 
 O'er lawn and woodland oft we strayed, 
 Where thrush and wren the livelong day 
 Made echo every trembling spray, 
 
 Down many a shadow-chequered glade, 
 
 Star-blossoming with the spring's pale flower, 
 
 To the broad moat and ivied wall, 
 
 Lone relic of deserted hall ; 
 So ran our love from hour to hour. 
 
 The dream is vanished. Never more 
 Shall we o'er that bright track, my friend, 
 Arm linked in arm, our footsteps bend 
 
 Together, as in days of yore. 
 
 The dream is vanished. Other feet 
 Shall linger by the water's edge, 
 Where lost 'midst silvery-breathing sedge 
 
 Pipes the shrill breeze ; strange voices greet
 
 126 Haec olim metninisse juvabit. 
 
 Sp ring's purple advent in the wood ; 
 And in that gray majestic lane, 
 High-pinnacled above the plain. 
 
 Shall others stand where we have stood.
 
 127 
 
 ENGLISH ELEGIACS. 
 
 He. 
 
 Merrily ripples the ocean with pulses of joyous 
 
 emotion, 
 
 Merrily whispers the breeze over the whispering seas : 
 
 Sun-lit thesails are gleaming, aloft the pennon is streaming, 
 
 Zephyrs invite to the deep ; prithee then, love, do 
 
 not weep. 
 
 She. 
 Trust not the fickle heaven, so soon by hurricanes 
 riven ; 
 False is the Sea's smiling face, false is the Zephyr's 
 embrace. 
 Leave not the sheltering haven ; O ! mark how the 
 harsh toned raven
 
 128 English Elegiacs. 
 
 Croaks, from her desolate bough, bodings ofdea 
 and of woe. 
 
 He. 
 Heed not her empty dirges; when free on the foam- 
 crested surges 
 Little we reck how the wind howls from its caverns 
 unshrined ; 
 Little we fear the crashing of billows the white shore 
 lashing ; 
 Dauntless and scatheless we ride over the troughs 
 of the tide. 
 
 Oft, when at fall of even the dews are scattered from 
 heaven, 
 Shot from yon casement a light glimmers afar through 
 the night ; 
 There sits a maiden keeping lone vigils for one who Is 
 sleeping 
 Deep in his briny grave under the blue ocean wave.
 
 129 
 
 SOAG 
 
 We sat, my true love sat and I, 
 
 Beneath the tall oak tree ; 
 The wind above piped mournfully, 
 My whole soul swooned with agony, — 
 
 O pain ! does he love me ? 
 
 His head upon my neck he laid]: 
 
 His keen eyes I could see- 
 Twin stars that flashed amid the shade ; 
 His warm breath on my forehead played,- 
 
 O heaven ! does he love me ? 
 
 K
 
 1 30 So tig. 
 
 His dancing curls the light air blew 
 
 Across my cheek, mine eye, 
 And through my frame a shudder flew • 
 Closer and closer yet he drew ;— 
 O God ! does he love me ? 
 
 His lips touched mine, O joy ! O bliss ! 
 
 The wind sang in the tree ; 
 I heard his long-drawn, rapturous kiss, 
 1 felt his wild, wild, burning kiss ; — 
 
 O joy ! he loveth me.
 
 i3i 
 
 MARIE ANTOINETTE. 
 
 Fragment of an exercise intended to be sent in for the 
 Newdigate Prize. 
 
 France ! 'tis a glorious wreath that zones thy brow; 
 Whose brightness time shall quench not ; it will grow 
 And blossom, and will scatter far the seeds 
 Hereafter through all time of noblest deeds. 
 
 Yet are there spots upon thy crown of fame, 
 Spots that I like not well, which tinge with shame 
 The splendorous radiance of thy diadem, 
 Fruitage and greening leaf and flowery gem ; 
 
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 1 32 Mane Antoinette . 
 
 Like as when oft we gaze with raptured eye 
 Upon the blue waste of a summer sky, 
 And deem from zenith to the bounding line 
 Those glittering spaces all unclouded shine : 
 
 Haply e'en then there meets our earnest view 
 Some ebon fleck upon the expanse of blue. 
 Yes there are stains upon thy coronal, 
 Dark hours in years of glory, but of all 
 
 The darkest that, when burst the powers of hell 
 Triumphant o'er thy capital, and fell, 
 Beneath the dread stroke of th' accursed machine, 
 The mother of thy people and their queen !
 
 i3; 
 
 E 7a/). 
 
 O ! that I had the painter's art to trace 
 The rosy light of beauty's tender grace 
 That glows like evening star upon thy face ; 
 
 Then should thy features, limned with subtlest care, 
 Beneath their flickering brede of sunbright hair, 
 Smile on my toil and all my musings share. 
 
 And O ! like Orpheus, could I stir the wood, 
 Curb the rude surges of the imperious flood, 
 And strike new pulses through the tingling blood,
 
 134 Et yac. 
 
 Great Nature then, with all her myriad choir' 
 Should echo back the tones of my wild lyre, 
 And waft thy praise to heaven,. my life's desire j 
 
 And I would cling to thee and intertwine, 
 Like wayward tendrils of thick-wreathen vine, 
 The amorous blossoms of my heart with thine.
 
 135 
 
 ' How can Love's eye be true?' 
 
 You tell me that my fears were vain, 
 And all my anguish and my care 
 For one that heaven hath made so fair, 
 
 Chimeras of a fevered brain. 
 
 No marvel. Reason not with Love 
 That knows not reason. Love doth use 
 To paint with stronger, deeper hues 
 
 Than prim realities approve. 
 
 Doth fortune smile ? o'er all there glows 
 A roseate flush, a warmth divine ; 
 But should her fickle lamp decline, 
 
 A triple gloom around he throws.
 
 136 
 
 ' Facunda parum decoro 
 Inter verba cadit lingua silentio.' 
 
 Ah ! marvel not that I cannot express 
 
 All that my heart feels and my love dictates ; 
 
 Nor that my rhyme, perverting great for less, 
 Somewhat of mine intent perchance abates. 
 
 ( M'ttimes the tremulous string with coy demur 
 Denies obedience to the minstrel's craft ; 
 
 Ofttimes from marksman's bow, though seeming sure. 
 Flies all in vain the treacherous-winged shaft. 
 
 K'en so my false tongue, failing of my will, 
 
 With broken utterance inarticulate, 
 But mocks my love, as some breeze-ruffled rill 
 
 Mars the blue rondure it should imitate.
 
 137 
 
 EPIGRAM' 
 
 'T is thought that this affection best dost prove, 
 To die for those whom we profess to love ; 
 A different pledge I of ray passion give ; — 
 Sweetest, I vow for thy dear sake to live.
 
 135 
 
 SOA < 
 
 Angel hosts, sweet love, befriend thee 
 Through the watches of the night ; 
 
 Angel care, my darling, send thee 
 Slumbers soft and visions bright. 
 
 Fear or evil come not nigh thee, 
 Calm stars glitter on thy rest, 
 
 1 1 armless breezes whisper by thee 
 From the crimson-bowered west. 
 
 Sleep, while thick in heaven's ceiling 
 Von bright cressets blaze aloft ; 
 
 Sleep till, through thy lattice stealing, 
 Morning airs blow dewy soft.
 
 139 
 
 'Hfibt criya fiiv irovros, avyuvri 5' dtJToc 
 "A S' e/j.a ov atya arepvwv evroaOkv avia. 
 
 By yon soft lamp's unwavering ruddy glow 
 
 Shot through the deep blue gloom of summer's night, 
 
 Thus late thou keepest watch, my love, I know, 
 Nor heed'st the dark hours' onward-stealing flight. 
 
 And as I gaze upon the luminous square 
 
 That marks the window of thy chamber, sweet, 
 
 And think and feel that thou indeed art there, 
 My pulse throbs quicklier, my temples beat, 
 
 And passionate longings crowd into my brain, 
 
 Albeit the air is still without a sound, 
 And patient myriads of the starry train 
 
 Sweep overhead in calm unvarying round ; 
 
 Till the light vanishes, and thou art gone, 
 And then I know that I am all alone.
 
 140 
 
 E55« 
 
 Ere I let fall the curtains of mine eyes, 
 
 And sink my temples in the yielding down, 
 
 One prayer I'll speed beyond the starry skies, 
 For thee, to Him who wears the golden crown. 
 
 May He that in the hollow of his hand 
 
 Holds earth and billowy main and flaming sphere, 
 Round whom bright ministers unnumbered stand, 
 
 Swift to fulfil his mandates far or near, 
 
 Set over thee his ever-vigilant care ; 
 
 And sleepless angels guard thy sleeping head. 
 Cleaving with silver plumes the purple air, 
 
 Or ranged in splendid choir about thy bed.
 
 Hi 
 
 A QUESTION. 
 
 Can Love, you ask, be changed to hate ? 
 I answer, no : Love is not Love 
 That force of battering years can move, 
 
 Or envy numb, or wrath abate ; 
 
 True love abides in sun and shower 
 A fixed beacon : he disdains 
 The rude outrage of marring rains ; 
 
 No April glory of an hour. 
 
 So when you see the golden thread 
 Snapt that bound up two lives in one, 
 And with foul wave the bright stream run, 
 
 Erewhile with springs of silver fed ;
 
 142 A Question. 
 
 When you see this, I say, be sure 
 
 No touch was there of Love's true wand, 
 And hold this roughly cancelled bond 
 
 Was either selfish or impure.
 
 H3 
 
 SONG. 
 
 Oft as I speak to thee of love, 
 From thy keen eyes dart scornful lightnings, and 
 
 Thy lips with cold incredulous laughter move. 
 Who hath thy senses blocked with sand, 
 That yet thou dost not understand ? 
 
 Ah ! bright as steel, as hard, as cold, 
 Art all incapable of tenderness ? 
 
 Can service true, can pleadings manifold, 
 Can tears thy bosom not impress 
 With pity of my wretchedness ? 
 
 Yet know I there must shine a morn - 
 That shall strip bare all things of all disguise ; 
 
 When thou resolved, and no more in scorn, 
 With kindlier gaze shalt recognise 
 The love that now thou dost despise.
 
 144 
 
 SONG. 
 
 Mv fervour you regard with scorn, 
 Soon will this glow be lost, you say, 
 
 x\s rosy hues of early morn 
 Fade into unromantic day ; 
 
 As darling blossoms of the spring, 
 That, shaken from their native bough, 
 
 Float pale and wan and shivering 
 To the ungenial earth below. 
 
 May be ; yet why the sweet buds blame. 
 
 Though frail their hues and brief their hour? 
 For aye the truth abides the same. 
 
 Never was fruit without a flower
 
 145 
 
 RECOLLECTIONS OF THE HIGHLANDS IN 
 SPRING TIME. 
 
 To J. B. 
 
 Not uncommemorated fade away 
 
 Those merry days of half-awakened spring, 
 
 Wherein we lured on to the barbed iron 
 
 With treacherous dainties fraudulently gay. 
 
 The bright-scaled monarch of the river depths, 
 
 Or crimson-freckled trout. What recked we, though 
 
 The uplands were enshrouded in thick mist, 
 
 And plashing storms lashed with impetuous fall 
 
 The swelling waters ? How we laughed to see 
 
 The spouted torrents run from our soaked hats ! 
 
 But it was not so always ; now and then 
 
 The glad sun streamed his splendours o'er the scene,
 
 Recollections of the Highlands, etc. 
 
 Giving bright promise of men al skies. 
 
 Do you remember one particular eve, 
 When, as he sank behind the glowing wave. 
 The whole w est kindled into seeming flame ? 
 (You might have thought the heaven was all ablaze. 
 The delicate thin ether fallen a prey 
 To dire combustion and voracious tires ;) 
 Or how we scoured the islands in the lake, 
 
 ipphire lake pent in by tall gaunt hills, 
 Knee deep in heather and rank grass and ferns 
 And sweet bog myrtle, if perchance we might 
 
 rprise the nest of brooding waterfowl j 
 And how the officious gulls with clanging throats 
 S< reamed notice of our coming, far o'er head. 
 With snow-while pinions sweeping the blue air. 
 And warned their feathered neighbours to elud 
 The strange marauders and their sulphurous tul 
 And one spot I re< all, of loveliness 
 sweet, so tranquil, it will always dwell
 
 Recollections of the Highlands, etc. 147 
 
 A pleasant picture in my memory ; — 
 A gauzy rivulet bickering down a glen, 
 A rocky glen shaped by twin wooded hills, 
 Fresh budding larches mixed with silvery birch ; 
 Below, the rippled waters of the bay, — 
 Such was the scene. There was no sound, except 
 The faint note of the wind among the boughs, 
 The merry treble of the pattering rill, 
 And low grave answer of the quiet sea. 
 The heron stood half asleep upon his rock, 
 The cormorant awhile forgot his prey, 
 The finny shoals awhile forgot their foe, 
 Basking in sunlit shallows. Scarce a thing 
 Stirred, save perchance by sudden fright disturbed 
 The glossy blackcock flapped his whirring wings, 
 Or the droll porpoise tumbled in the brine. 
 
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 148 
 
 'O! NEVER SAY THAT / WAS FALSE Of HE Ah 
 
 Though clamorous tongues should carp and brawl. 
 And envy, joining in the cry, 
 With scorn and rank suspicion vie 
 
 To stain thy name, to work thy fall ; 
 
 Though slander with assiduous skill 
 Convert stray whisper into fact, 
 \nd carefully o'er every act 
 Her black malignant drugs distill ; 
 
 Though censure be extreme to note 
 The lapses of thy fervid youth. 
 And cheek by jowl with cold untruth 
 
 ( >'er each false step exultant gloat,
 
 ' O never say that I was false of Jieart ! ' 1 49 
 
 Should I forsake thee, or abate 
 
 One jot of my affection ? No ! 
 
 For it were then the time to show 
 How love has power to vanquish hate.
 
 150 
 
 AM ARC M NON A MARL 
 
 When the gray skies are pranked with rosy streaks,' 
 And over vaulted dome and tapering spire, 
 
 Routing night's stubborn gloom, the clear dawn breaks, 
 And cleaves her burning way on wheels of fire, 
 
 Then wakes my hope, then fly my thoughts to thee, 
 Then do I robe my love in fancies bright, 
 
 \nd bid him forth be gone all joyously 
 To sport at pleasure till the waning light. 
 
 But in the evening, slowly, with sad pace, 
 
 My love comes home and chides his adverse fate, 
 
 Saying, ' I am aweary of my chase,' 
 
 And with hot tears beweeps his outcast state, 
 
 Till from night's dusky courts again released, 
 I )ay's axle glimmers in the paly east.
 
 i5i 
 
 BONNET. 
 
 ! not more sad the change from summer's glory, 
 Gay meadows, laughing woodlands and soft skies, 
 
 To bleak December's aspect, wan and hoary, 
 
 And keen rude blasts and wastes of stiff-ribbed ice, 
 
 Than seemed the heavy difference to me 
 When as thy looks were alien, and the sun 
 
 Of thy sweet favour dulled his radiancy 
 In transient harsh eclipse. I was undone, 
 
 Deeming thee lost. The slow hours, charged with pain, 
 
 Crawled wearily along in penance sore ; 
 For I had forfeited my chiefest gain, 
 
 With what I treasured most, enriched no more. 
 
 But the cloud vanished from thy brow, and lo ! 
 Sorrow took wing and ended all my woe.
 
 152 
 
 SONNE 7. 
 
 O ! God forbid that through offence of me, 
 
 Incisive word or random hasty deed, 
 
 Thy breast, dear love, should be enforced to bleed, 
 Thine eyes a moment should o'erclouded be ; 
 
 Forbid that o'er the heart that now is thine, 
 
 That one eyed demon, Self, should gain control, 
 And freeze the warm devotion of a soul 
 
 Which bows before thee as a thing divine ; 
 
 Forbid it most of all that I should cause 
 Thee, for whom died the second heavenly name, 
 Thy Prince to put unto an open shame 
 
 By fell transgression of his sacred laws.
 
 153 
 
 SONG 
 
 As finny droves, that whirl and dance 
 Where splintered shafts of moonlight glance 
 
 Beneath the crystal sea, 
 Faint with insatiate desire 
 Of that celestial globed fire, 
 
 So yearn I, love, for thee. 
 
 As gay-plumed moth, with dazzled gaze, 
 That views some taper's luring blaze, 
 
 Ah ! dire idolatry, 
 Round the bright cone enraptured flies, 
 Shrivels and halts and falls and dies, 
 
 So yearn I, love, for thee.
 
 154 
 
 SONG. 
 
 With gradual pace the Lord of light 
 
 Creeps westward from his noontide bower ; 
 With tardy step reluctant Night 
 
 Leads on the darksome hour. 
 
 She, loth to come, advances slow ; 
 He tarries still, as loth to go, 
 And leaves a long sweet afterglow. 
 
 When Summer's rich and fragrant breath 
 
 The whole wide world with balm has filled. 
 He is not doomed at once to death, 
 By blasts of Winter chilled :
 
 Song. 155 
 
 In Autumn's lap his head he lays, 
 There, fed with dreams ot his bright days, 
 All imperceptibly decays. 
 
 Ah ! would 'twere so with Pleasure's Might ! 
 
 That Love his fate could thus delay 
 With counterfeits of past delight ; 
 Scarce noticed glide away. 
 
 But when Joy's cup is brimming o'er, 
 And Love exults as ne'er before, 
 There's Sorrow standing at the door. 
 
 So dearest, even while thy kiss 
 
 Upon my lip is new impressed, 
 Dread of impending Nemesis 
 
 Lies heavy on my breast.
 
 156 Song: 
 
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 O ! that this dark and spectral fear 
 Alight from my fancy disappear, 
 Or, love, that thou wert not so dear.
 
 i57 
 
 SONG. 
 
 They bid me think of thee no more 
 The fondly cherished dream give o'er, 
 Thy mien, thine image to forget, 
 And be — as though we ne'er had met. 
 
 They bid me snap the silken cord, 
 Unsay each gentle whispered word, 
 Recall the rash and rapturous vow — 
 Alas ! they do not tell me how. 
 
 What, if by painful self-control 
 I so could subjugate my soul, 
 That it could bear the daily round 
 Oblivious of its secret wound ?
 
 ■ 
 
 What so were gained? when nightly, sweet, 
 In dreams thy face I seem to greet, 
 
 To hear the loved accustomed tone, 
 Then wake— to find myself alone.
 
 159 
 
 GLISCI7 AMOR. 
 
 Each time thy beauty meets my gaze, 
 My passion glows with stronger blaze ; 
 Each smile that holds thy lips apart 
 With livelier raptures fires my heart. 
 
 Each time thine accents thrill mine ear, 
 I deem those accents trebly dear ; 
 Each time I snatch the longed-for kiss, 
 I feel it to be treble bliss. 
 
 Each dawning of rekindled light, 
 Each gray vicissitude of night, 
 Days, hours and minutes as they My. 
 Only my love intensify.
 
 i6o 
 
 TINTERN ABBEY. 
 
 (A FRAGMENT.) 
 
 O Nature, with what reparative skill 
 
 Hast thou made good 
 The ruin and the ravage wrought by man ! 
 How hast thou foiled the tyrant's frenzied will. 
 
 And how withstood 
 The rage of sacrilegious puritan ! 
 
 Yea, Time that, like a wanton boy, 
 Finds in destruction his chief joy, 
 With spendthrift mischievous delight 
 Defacing Beauty's image bright, 
 Here hath leagued himself with thee 
 In a sweet conspiracy :
 
 Tintern Abbey. 161 
 
 And together ye have showered 
 On Decay's wan form deflowered, 
 By joint influences tender, 
 Such a mild and solemn splendour, 
 And have spread round the nakedness 
 Of her wasted limbs a dress 
 So winning in its comeliness, 
 That the traveller, as he views 
 Yon antique pile of blended hues, 
 Filled with high delicious wonder 
 Scarce can reprove the deed of plunder ; 
 And as he looks and lingers yet, 
 Deems it would wake a half regret, 
 If suddenly before his eyes, 
 Renewed, the fabric should arise 
 O'er flood and valley soaring high 
 In pride of ancient majesty. 
 
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 LINES SUGGESTED BY CI/OE/N'S MARC HE 
 FUNEBRE. 
 
 The vast procession winds along, 
 All solemnly and slow ; 
 With down-droopt head 
 And rhythmic tread, 
 The hushed innumerable throng 
 In weeds of woe 
 Black-trailing go, 
 To bury their great dead. 
 
 Whom do they mourn — this mighty host ? 
 
 One famed in council, or in war ? 
 ( >r prince, the popular idol, lost, 
 
 Or sage, the guide of life, deplore ?
 
 Lines suggested by Chopin s Marche Funebre. 163 
 
 The headmost files of yon dark line 
 Approach the immemorial shrine, 
 That hoards the treasured glorious dust 
 Of what hath been of great or just ; 
 
 Whose portals, through a clinging shroud 
 Of chilly damp and murky cloud, 
 Recessed and sculptured faintly loom, — 
 Eternal haunts of sacred gloom. 
 
 One moment yet they pause before 
 The threshold of the high main door ; 
 'Tis past, — and now the choir, within 
 The dim majestic dome, begin 
 
 The wailing melancholy strain, 
 Which the far organ wakes again, 
 Responsive to the vocal sound, 
 With dread sepulchral note profound.
 
 1 64 L ines suggested by CJiopins Marche Fuiiebrc. 
 
 But of that close-pressed multitude, 
 Which mute and anxious long have stood, — 
 Rank behind sable rank arrayed, — 
 Down the illimitable arcade, 
 
 Few list the doleful wonted hymn, 
 Few heed the wondrous building, dim 
 With mellow shade and tinted pane, 
 Few mark the funeral pomp and train ; 
 
 But westward fixedly is bent 
 
 The general eye with one intent 
 
 On th' open doorway. From that spot 
 
 Those straining orbs are lifted not, 
 
 Till one grim object, borne on high 
 With fitful motion unsteadily, 
 To the spell-bound spectator's heart 
 A thrill of icy horror dart.
 
 Lines suggested by Chopiiis Marche Funebre. 165 
 
 Media vita in morte sum us / 
 
 Of whom may we for succour pray ? 
 
 Let not thine anger, O Lord, consume us 1 
 Turn not in wrath thy face away ! 
 
 Just and holy, meek and mighty, 
 
 Saviour, on thy flock have pity ! 
 
 Wilt Thou to destruction doom us ? 
 
 Bring home the souls that have gone astray ! 
 
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