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 ELENCHUS CARMINUM. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Carmina Anserina . 7 
 
 Carmina Varia 3^ 
 
 Translations from Horace, &c. . 79 
 
 Fabulae. 
 
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 CARMINA ANSERINA. 
 
 " Restrained methods of versifying, to which industrious ignorance 
 has sometimes voluntarily subjected itself." — 
 
 Johnson : Life of Sir Thomas Browne.
 
 1. 
 THE GRENADIER. 
 
 Who comes here? 
 
 A grenadier. 
 What do you want ? 
 A pot of beer. 
 Where's your money ? 
 I forgot. 
 Get you gone, 
 You drunken sot. 
 
 MILES EBRIOSUS. 
 
 Quis venit hue ? 
 Miles sum. 
 Quid vis ? 
 Cervisiae cyathum. 
 An nummos ? Non. 
 Foras i ; 
 
 Pauper et ebrius 
 Displices mi.
 
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 11. 
 
 THE POOR MAN. 
 
 There was a man and he had naught, 
 And robbers came to rob him ; 
 But he chmbed up the chimney-top, 
 And then they thought they had him ; 
 But he went down on t'other side, 
 And so they couldn't find him. 
 He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days, 
 And never looked behind him. 
 
 PAUPER. 
 
 Egenus erat olim vir, 
 Habebat nil in domo : 
 Quum furibus invasus est 
 Sic fugit vafer homo. 
 Quum illi ruunt in domum 
 Evadit per caminum : — 
 (Fortasse miser supplicat 
 Auxilium divinum). 
 Descendens clam latronibus 
 Ab illis non videtur, 
 Et fugit pernix per agros, 
 Terrore nam impletur. 
 Per dies fugit quindecim : 
 Non tardat nox currentem ; - 
 Nee respicit ne videat 
 Sicarium se sequentem.
 
 II 
 
 IDEM. 
 
 In egestate vixit vir 
 Securus hie sub tecto. 
 Ad ilium fures veniunt 
 (Ut viro interfecto 
 Peculia ejus spolient). 
 Sed ruens per caminum 
 Evadit fures rapide, 
 Effugiens ruinam. 
 Currebat dies quindecim 
 Et caput non retorsit, 
 Ne fures videat, et timens 
 Ne praesens ei mors sit. 
 
 III. 
 PERSECUTION. 
 
 Goosey, goosey, gander, whither shall I wander.? 
 Up stairs, and down stairs, and in my lady's chamber ; 
 There I met an old man, who would not say his prayers •; 
 I took him by the left leg, and threw him down stairs. 
 
 PERSECUTIO. 
 
 Quo nunc vagaris 
 Anser, ansercule ? 
 Sursum, interdum 
 Et deorsum mehercule ! 
 Cubiculo herae 
 Propinquans obveni 
 Nuper, ut accidit, 
 Impio seni.
 
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 Nolentem orare 
 Et cruribus raptum 
 Hunc domo ejeci 
 Tarn prospere captum. 
 
 IV. 
 
 THE PIPER'S SON. 
 
 John, John, the piper's son 
 Stole a pig, and away he run : 
 The pig was eat, and John was beat, 
 And John ran crying down the street. 
 
 TIBICINIS FILIUS. 
 
 Johannes, Johannes, tibicine natus 
 Fugit perniciter porcum f uratus : 
 Sed porous voratus, Johannes delatus, 
 Et plorans per vias est fur flagellatus. 
 
 THE SHAMELESS GIRL. 
 
 What care I how black I be ? 
 Forty pounds will marry me. 
 If forty won't, then fifty shall, 
 For I'm my mother's bouncing gal
 
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 IMPUDICA. 
 
 Quid est mihi quod nigra sim ? 
 Aureos habeo bis decim. 
 Satin' est dos ? Non, dicis 
 Alteros adde tot illis. 
 Dabit mihi dos virum ; 
 Robusta matris filia sum. 
 
 Quod fusca sim 
 
 Non vexat me : 
 
 Nummi possunt 
 
 Me ducere. 
 
 Pauca offero ? Plura do. 
 
 Apta alicui sum viro. 
 
 VI. 
 
 JACKY HORNER. 
 
 Little Jack Horner sat in a corner, 
 
 Eating a Christmas pie : 
 He put in his thumb, and he took out a plum. 
 
 And said, "What a good boy am I ! " 
 
 HORNERUS. 
 
 HoRNERUS Johannes 
 In angulo sedet 
 Mustaceum magnum 
 In manibus tenet. 
 E medio gaudens 
 Extrahit prunum, 
 " Puerorum bonorum 
 En aspice unum ! "
 
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 IDEM. 
 
 In angvilo foci Hornerus sedebat 
 
 Crustum devorans quod ei placebat. 
 
 E medio prunum astute tractabat, 
 
 Et " bonus sum puer" vehementer clamabat. 
 
 VII. 
 
 THE MILLER. 
 
 There was a jolly miller, 
 
 And he lived by the River Dee ; 
 
 And this was the burden of his son??. 
 
 " I jump, mejerrime jee ! 
 
 I care for nobody, no not I ; 
 
 And nobody cares for me." 
 
 HILARIS MOLITOR. 
 
 Erat molitor hilaris 
 Et vivebat ad rivum Dee, 
 Et saepe sibi canebat, — 
 " Salio, mejerrime jee ! 
 Nullum in mundo euro 
 Nee ullus curat me ! " 
 
 ALITER. 
 
 Molendinarius laetus 
 Vivebat in ripa Dee. 
 Culicem forte sensit 
 Furensque clamavit, " Ohe ! 
 Die mihi, culex, verum, 
 Momordistine me ? " 
 Tunc culicem saxo tundebat 
 Qui periit flebile.
 
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 VIII. 
 
 THE MADMAN. 
 
 There was a man, 
 He took a knife, 
 And said to a lady, 
 " Will you be my wife ? 
 
 For, if you won't, 
 I'll have your life." 
 " Sir," says she, 
 " I'll be your wife." 
 
 FURIOSUS. 
 
 Erat vir 
 Armatus cultro : 
 Puellae dixit 
 " Mi nubes — ultro / 
 Si dices non 
 Occidam te." 
 Respondit ilia 
 *' Due, si vis, me." 
 
 IX. 
 
 THE BLIND MAN. 
 
 There was a man in our town. 
 And he was wondrous wise : 
 He jumped into a bramble bush 
 And scratched out both his eyes. 
 And when he saw his eyes were out, 
 With all his might and main. 
 He jumped into the bramble bush 
 And scratched them in again.
 
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 CAECUS. 
 
 In urbe nostra erat vir 
 Ut sapiens laudatus : 
 
 In vepres tamen irruit 
 Et occulis est orbatus. 
 
 Quum novit coecum esse se 
 In vepres iterum vectus 
 
 Recepit lumen ; illo die 
 Is oculis est perfectus. 
 
 IDEM. 
 
 Ab Oriente venit vir, 
 Et sapiens erat iste : 
 In vepres tamen latus est 
 Et inde factum triste. 
 Fiebat coecus, — iterum 
 Se jecit in vepretum, 
 Recepit lumen sic ille 
 Quod antea est deletum. 
 
 X. 
 
 THE NOSE. 
 
 Nose, nose, jolly red nose, 
 And what gave you that jolly red nose ? 
 Nutmegs and cinnamon, spices and cloves, 
 They gave me this jolly red nose.
 
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 NASUS RUBICUNDUS. 
 
 Nase hilaris et rubicunde, 
 Quis te pinxit tarn jucunde ? 
 Saccharum, cinnamum, cassia, vinum, 
 Haec colorem dant divinum. 
 
 XI. 
 
 ROBIN AND RICHARD. 
 
 Robin and Richard are two pretty men ; 
 They laid in bed till the clock struck ten ; 
 Then up starts Robin, and looks in the sky, 
 " Oh, brother Richard, the sun's very high ! 
 You go on with the bottle and bag. 
 And I'll come after with jolly Jack Nag." 
 
 FRATRES OTIOSI. 
 
 Homines belli Richardus Robinusque 
 Mirabile dictu stertebant adusque 
 Ad tertiam horam, quum unus assurgit, 
 Et tempus observat, et fratrem inurget. 
 " Surgamus mi frater, in coelo est sol ; 
 I prae care frater, et tunc edepol. 
 Si amphoram vexeris, non magno intervallo 
 Ego te sequar in parvo caballo." 
 
 XII. 
 
 DISCORD. 
 
 To bed, to bed, says Sleepy Head ; 
 Let's stay a while says Slow ; 
 Put on the pot, says Greedy Gut, 
 We'll sup before we go.
 
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 VARIAE SENTENTIAE. 
 
 Eamus nunc ad cubitum 
 Clamabat dormitator. 
 Moremur paulum potius 
 Dicebat huic Cunctator. 
 Non sine coena dormio, 
 Locutus est Vorator. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 THE CRUEL HUSBAND. 
 
 Little Jacky Ginger, had a wife of silver, 
 Took a stick and broke her back, 
 And threw her out the window. 
 
 CRUDELIS CONJUX. 
 
 ZiNZiBER Johannes uxorem habebat, 
 Ex argento perfectam quam non diligebat : 
 Sic, fuste arrepto ejus spinam contusit, 
 Et membra disjecta per fenestram profusit. 
 
 IDEM. 
 
 RiCHARDUS Dilver* 
 
 Uxorem habebat 
 
 Ex argento factam 
 
 Cujus spinam frangebat 
 
 Et mutilam sic 
 
 Mohtori vendebat. 
 
 Accipere eam 
 
 Ule nolebat 
 
 Crudeliterque 
 
 In rivum mittebat. 
 
 * Varia lectio.
 
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 XIV. 
 
 JACK SPRATT. 
 
 Jack Spratt could eat no fat, 
 
 His wife could eat no lean ; 
 
 So 'twixt them both they cleared the bones, 
 
 And licked the platter clean. 
 
 SPRATTUS, UXOR ET FELIS. 
 
 Johannes Spratt non edit pingue 
 
 Et odit uxor macrum, 
 
 Sic carnis linquunt in lance 
 
 Ne quidem simulacrum. 
 
 XV. 
 
 THE LITTLE MAN. 
 
 There was a little man, and he had a little gun, 
 
 And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead ; 
 
 And he shot Johnny Sprigg through the middle of his wig, 
 
 And knocked it right off his head, head, head. 
 
 PUMILIO. 
 
 PuMiLio erat 
 Cui fuit sclopetum 
 Cujus plumbeae glandes 
 Spargebant letum. 
 Is medium Spriggi 
 Figit galerum 
 Jphannis revelans 
 Sic caput verum.
 
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 HOMUNCULUS. 
 
 HoMUNCULUS erat 
 Habens sclopetum 
 Et plumbea missilia 
 Spargentia letum. 
 Johannis Spriggi 
 Caput trajecit, 
 Crinitum ante 
 Is calvum fecit. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 JOHN O'GUDGEON. 
 
 John O'Gudgeon, he was a wild man ; 
 
 He flogged his children now and then ; 
 
 And, when he flogged them, he made them dance 
 
 Out of Ireland into France. 
 
 FLAGELLIFER. 
 
 Johannes O'Gudgeon ejus natos mastigat 
 Severe subinde cum furor instigat, 
 Et sic eos flagellat ut saltant dolore 
 Ex Anglia in Galliam stillantes cruore. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 TAFFY. 
 
 Taffy was a Welchman, Taffy was a thief ; 
 Taffy came to my house, and stole a leg of beef ; 
 I went to Taffy's house, — Taffy was in bed ; 
 I took the marrow-bone, and beat about his head.
 
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 CAMBRIUS FUR. 
 
 Taffeius erat Cambrius et idem fur vocatus ) 
 Et plenum os medullae a me est hie furatus, 
 Qui eum domum persequens in lecto opprimo 
 Et plagas multas capiti huic ipso osse do. 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 POOR AND RICH. 
 
 When I was a little boy, I washed my mammy's dishes 
 Now I am a great boy I roll in gold and riches 
 
 PAUPER ET DIVES. 
 
 Lances immundas 
 Matri tergebam, 
 Pauper et puer 
 (Nam nummis egebam.) 
 * Sed nunc adultus 
 Sum auro potitus, 
 In auro voluto 
 Nil ego invitus. 
 
 XIX. 
 
 THE MURDER. 
 
 As I climbed up a sandy hill, 
 
 I met a sandy boy O ! 
 
 I cut his throat, and sucked his blood, 
 
 And left his skin a hanging O !
 
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 LETUM PUERI. 
 
 Ut clivem arenae 
 Nuper scandebam 
 Puero arenae 
 Obveniebara, 
 Gulamque ejus 
 Cultro caedebam 
 Atque cruorem 
 Haustu sorbebam 
 Sed pellem miselli 
 Siccari sinebara. 
 
 XX. 
 
 THE SLAUGHTER OF THE INNOCENTS 
 
 There were three boys a skating went 
 All on a summer's day. 
 The ice was thin, they all fell in, 
 The rest they ran away. 
 
 Now, had these children been at home, 
 Or skating on dry ground, 
 Ten thousand pounds to one penny, 
 They had not all been drowned. 
 
 Ye parents who have children dear, 
 And ye, too, who have none. 
 If you would have them safe abroad. 
 Why, keep them safe at home.
 
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 CAEDES INNOCENTIUM 
 
 Per glaciem tres pueri 
 Ludentes in aestate 
 
 Immersi sunt, sed reliqui 
 Fugebant festinate. 
 
 In schola si fuissent hi 
 In terra si lusissent, 
 
 Non dubito quin pueri 
 Immersi non fuissent. 
 
 Parentes quibus nati sunt 
 Et vos orbati natis, 
 
 Ut salvi vobis foris sint 
 Hos domi teneatis. 
 
 XXI. 
 
 THE WORLD CHANGED. 
 
 If all the world were apple-pie, 
 
 And all the sea were ink. 
 
 And all the trees were bread and cheese, 
 
 What should we have to drink ? 
 
 MUNDUS MUTATUS. 
 
 Cum mundus totus crustum est, 
 Et atramentum mare, — 
 Cum panis caseus arbores. 
 Quid restat tunc potare ?
 
 XXII. 
 
 THE LITTLE HUSBAND. 
 
 I HAD a little husband no bigger than my thumb ; 
 I put him in a pint-pot, and there I bade him drum ; 
 I bought a little handkerchief to wipe his little nose, 
 And a pair of little braces to fasten on his hose. 
 
 CONJUX PUSILLUS. 
 
 Habebam parvum conjugem 
 Quem pollice minorem, 
 Imposui in cyatho 
 Ut faceret clamorem. 
 Huic emi sudariolum 
 Ut nasum detergeret, 
 Et parvas periscelides 
 Ut braccas retineret. 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 THE OLD WOMAN. 
 
 There was an old woman called nothing at all, 
 Who rejoiced in a dwelling exceedingly small ; 
 A man opened his mouth to its utmost extent. 
 And down at a gulp house and old woman went 
 
 VETULA INFELIX. 
 
 Dicta " nihil-omnino " olim anus vivebat 
 ^ Et domo pusilh/haec anus gaudebat, 
 Quam maximum potuit vir os extendebat 
 F^t domum vetulamque uno haustu sorbebat !
 
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 XXIV. 
 
 THE ORCHARD. 
 
 In the green orchard there stands a green tree, 
 And none in the orchard is fairer to see : 
 The apples are ripe ; and, before ever they fall, 
 Reuben and Robin shall gather them all. 
 
 POMARIUM. 
 
 In viridi pomario 
 Stat arbor viridis 
 Nee malus praestabilior 
 In terra est quam is. 
 Matura ejus mala sunt 
 Et ante decident 
 Reuben Robinusque 
 Haec omnia colligent. 
 
 XXV. 
 
 JACK SPRATT'S CAT. 
 
 Jack Spratt had a cat, and it had but one ear 
 It went to buy butter when butter was dear. 
 
 SPRATTI FELIS. 
 
 Johannes Spratt olim felem Irabebat 
 
 Et unica aure haec felis gaudebat, 
 
 Sed butyrum heus ! semper magni cmebat. 
 
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 XXVI. 
 
 CROMWELL. 
 I. 
 
 Oliver Cromwell he had a big nose, 
 
 As large as a parsnip, as red as a rose ; 
 
 And he cut off the head of King Charles the First, 
 
 Which no other one but brave Coppernose durst. 
 
 II. 
 
 Cromwellius Oliverus magnum nasum habebat, 
 Magnitudine rapa, ut rosa rubebat ; 
 Is Caroli primi caput caedebat 
 (Cuprinaso excepto hoc nemo audebat). 
 
 III. 
 
 Cromwellius cui fuit nasus in ore, 
 Enormis ut rapa, sed rosa rubore, 
 Regem sacrosanctum, en miseram sortem ! 
 Audacior omnibus, damnavit ad mortem. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Cromwellius dictator naso distinctus 
 Vir est a quo Carolus Rex est exstinctus ; 
 Nam capite Carolum is immite truncavit, 
 Et prae aliis torvus regem vita privavit. 
 
 Rex Angliae Carolus, et martyr vocatus 
 Ab Cromwellio ad mortem est olim damnatus. 
 Regisque amicos multos expulit domo 
 Cromwellius iste, nasutissimus homo.
 
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 VI. 
 
 Dictator et dux Cromwell Oliverus 
 Nasutus et torvus erat judex severus. 
 Consilio ejus occisus est rex, 
 Nefas ! sed isti quid fuit tunc lex ? 
 
 vn. 
 
 Fanaticus Cromwell est praeditus naso 
 Ingente, splendente simili cupreo vaso. 
 Dictator est factus, et rege necato 
 Regnabat per patriam — sic visum est fato. 
 
 VIIT. 
 
 Per artes nefandas rex ad mortem est ductus. 
 Hinc lachrymae multae et flebilis luctus. 
 Rex Carolus erat, — Cromwell carnifex ejus. 
 (Praeeminens naso). Quid facto hoc pejus ? 
 
 IX. 
 
 Cromwell Oliverus victor terra marique 
 Regem Angliae Carolum caedit inique, 
 Nam caput truncabat, vir audax, dolosus 
 Etiam fortis ad facinus, sed nunquam formosus. 
 
 X. 
 
 Cromwellius dictator Lelyio depictus 
 Pugnabat persaepe sed raro devictus. 
 Nasutus hie homo quem nemo amavit 
 Audacior sociis ejus regem necavit. 
 
 XI. 
 
 Non fuit dictator Cromwellius formosus 
 (^,;^uem regis amicus est quisque perosus), 
 Nam nimio naso hie latro gaudebat, 
 Qui Caroli morte Angliam luctu replebat.
 
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 XII. 
 
 Oliverus Cromwellius magnum nasum habebat ; 
 Pastinaca nam major ut rosa splendebat. 
 Caput Caroli regis dictator caedebat : 
 Facinus quod solus non iste horrebat. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Rex Carolus primus vir valde astutus 
 Cedebat Cromwellio. Hie homo nasutus 
 Caput regis truncabat. Non ducem angebat, 
 Nam ausi sunt pauci quod iste audebat. 
 
 XXVII. 
 
 HUMPTY DUMPTY. 
 
 HuMPTY DuMPTY sat on a wall ; 
 
 Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. 
 
 Not all the king's horses, nor all the queen's mcn^ 
 
 Can put Humpty Dumpty back again. 
 
 HUMPTIUS DUMPTIUS. 
 
 HuMPTius DuMPTius in vallo sedebat ; 
 Humptius Dumptius e vallo cadebat ; 
 Nee regis equi nee reginae viri 
 Corpus restituere possunt Humpti Dumpti.
 
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 XXVIIT. 
 
 PIPPEN HILL. 
 
 As I went up Pippen Hill 
 (Pippen Hill was dirty), 
 There I met a pretty Miss, 
 And she dropt me a curt'sy. 
 
 Little Miss, pretty Miss, 
 Blessings light upon you ! 
 If I had half a crown in purse, 
 I'd spend it all upon you. 
 
 COLLIS PIPPENUS. 
 
 Clive Pippeno ut spatiabar 
 (Luto madebat cum illic vagabar) 
 Puellae occurrebam et quod minime rere, 
 Genu soluto me jubet salvere. 
 
 Puellarum quot sunt O virgo tam bella, 
 Sis felicissima O virgo tenella ! 
 Et auro et argento si non vacarem 
 Multa et pulchra tibi donarem. 
 
 XXIX. 
 
 BRYAN O'LYNN. 
 
 Bryan O'Lynn and his wife and his wife's mother, 
 They went over a bridge all three together ; 
 The bridge was broken, and they fell in, — 
 " The devil go with all ! " quoth Bryan O'Lynn."
 
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 BRYAN O'LYNN. 
 
 Bryan O'Lynn per pontem trementem 
 Traducit uxorem suam matrem tenentem ; 
 Sed ponte delapso in aquam merguntur, 
 Nam Bryan cadentem matronae sequuntur, 
 Qui mersus in undis exclamat furore 
 " Daemon me capiat cum socru et uxore ! " 
 
 XXX. 
 
 BRYAN O'LYNN'S BREECHES. 
 
 Bryan O'Lynn had no breeches to wear, 
 So he bought him a sheepskin to make him a pair ; 
 " With the woolly side out, and the other side in, 
 Faith, they're cool and convanient," said Bryan O'Lynn. 
 
 BRACCAE BRYAN O'LYNN. 
 
 Bryan O' Lynn nullas braccas habebat 
 Sic pellem ovillam is sibi emebat 
 Up faceret braccas, et illis perfectis 
 Laneis extrinsecus, et cruribus tectis, 
 Opus finitum Bryan magne placebat ; 
 " En aptas ! decentes ! " persaepe dicebat.
 
 CARMINA VARIA. 
 
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 I. 
 
 JULIANA. 
 
 Coughing in a shady grove 
 
 Sat my Juliana ; 
 Lozenges I gave my love, 
 
 Ipecacuanha ; 
 From the box the imprudent muid 
 
 Threescore of them did pick ; 
 Then sighing tenderly she said, 
 
 " My Damon, I am sick." 
 
 JULIANA. 
 
 TussiENS in nemore 
 
 Sedebat Juliana ; 
 Trochos aegrae praebui 
 
 (Ipecacuanha) ; 
 Ter decern e pyxide 
 
 Inscia depromebat, 
 Statim cum suspirio 
 
 Omnes evomebat. 
 
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 II. 
 SWEET WESTERN WIND. 
 
 HERRICK. 
 
 Sweet western wind, whose luck it is, 
 
 Made rival with the air, 
 To give Perenna's lips a kiss, 
 
 And fan her wanton hair ; 
 Bring me but one, I'll promise thee. 
 
 Instead of common showers, 
 Thy wings shall be embalmed by me, 
 
 And all beset with flowers. 
 
 AD FAVONIUM. 
 
 Favoni cui feliciter 
 Contingit basiare 
 Perennam aeris aemulo 
 Et comas ventilare 
 Protervas, adfer suavium hue 
 Et alae imbuentur 
 A me odore pro imbri 
 Et floribus tegentur.
 
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 III. 
 AMARYLLIS. 
 
 HERRICK. 
 
 He. 
 
 My dearest love, since thou wilt go, 
 And leave me here behind thee, 
 
 For love or pity let me know 
 
 The place where I may find thee. 
 
 She. 
 
 In country meadows pearled with dew, 
 
 And set about with lilies, 
 There, filling maunds with cowslips, you 
 
 May find your Amar}dlis. 
 
 He. 
 
 What have the meads to do with thee 
 
 And with thy youthful hours .■* 
 Live thou at court, where thou may'st be 
 
 The queen of men, not flowers. 
 Let country wenches make 'em fine 
 
 With roses, since 'tis fitter 
 For thee with richest gems to shine 
 
 And like the stars to glitter. .
 
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 AMARYLLIS. 
 
 Hic. 
 
 Carissima, quum abeas 
 Et linquas me moerentem, 
 
 Amoris causa die ubi 
 Reperiam te latentem. 
 
 Ill A. 
 
 In prato ruris roseido 
 
 Quod liliis impletur 
 Flores legens ealathis 
 
 Amaryllis requiretur. 
 
 Hic. 
 
 Quid pratis teeum, quae tuae 
 
 Aetati cura horum ? 
 Ad regiam — regina sis 
 
 Noil florum sed virorum. 
 Rustieae se deeorent 
 
 Rosis, nam deeet his puellis, 
 Sed gemmis te splendescere 
 
 Et fulgere clarius stellis.
 
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 IV, 
 
 THE DESERTED HOUSE. 
 
 TENNYSON. 
 
 Life and thought have gone away 
 Side by side, 
 
 Leaving doors and windows wide, 
 Careless tenants they ! 
 
 All within is dark as night. 
 In the windows is no light ; 
 And no murmur at the door. 
 So frequent on its hinge before. 
 
 Close the door, the shutters close, 
 Or through the windows we shall see 
 The nakedness and vacancy 
 Of the dark, deserted house. 
 
 Come away : no more of mirth 
 Here or merry-making sound. 
 The house was builded of the earth, 
 And shall fall again to ground. 
 
 Come away ; for life and thought 
 
 Here no longer dwell. 
 
 But in a city glorious — 
 
 A great and distant city — hav^e bought 
 
 A mansion incorruptible. 
 
 Would they could have staid with us ! 
 
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 DOMUS DESERTA. 
 
 TENNYSON. 
 
 Vita Mensque evoUlrunt 
 
 Se foventes ; 
 
 Fores ac fenestras linquunt 
 
 En ! patentes. 
 
 Intus est nox tenebrosa, 
 
 Nee scintilla 
 
 Lucis per fenestras lucet, 
 
 Atque ilia 
 
 Janua antea tarn arguta 
 
 (Cardo aeque) 
 
 Silet. Fores claude, claude 
 
 Valvas,.neque 
 
 Per fenestras videamus 
 
 Quam neglectum 
 
 Atrum, nudum et inane 
 
 Stet hoc tectum. 
 
 Linque domum, — posthac nam est 
 Tristis locus. 
 
 Risus fugit hinc proinde, — 
 Abest jocus. 
 
 Veni, non hie hilaris sonus 
 
 Audietur. 
 
 Terrae domus luto facta 
 
 Nunc reddetur. 
 
 Linque domum, — Vita, Mensque 
 
 Abierunt, 
 
 Et in urbe alta, sacra 
 
 Nunc emerunt 
 
 Domum sibi quae manebit, — 
 
 Discesserunt. 
 
 Ah si hie nobiscum adsint ! 
 
 Sed fui^erunt.
 
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 V, 
 
 THE OWL. 
 
 TENNYSON. 
 I. 
 
 When cats run home, and light is come, 
 And dew is cold upon the ground, 
 And the far-off stream is dumb. 
 And the whirring sail goes round. 
 And the whirring sail goes round, 
 Alone and warming his five wits 
 The white owl in the belfry sits. 
 
 II. 
 
 When merry milk-maids click the latch. 
 And rarely smells the new-mown hay. 
 And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch 
 Twice or thrice his roundelay. 
 Twice or thrice his roundelay ; 
 Alone and warming his five wits 
 The white owl in the belfry sits. 
 
 STRIX ALBA. 
 
 Cum feles domum fugiunt 
 
 Et alma lux lucescit, 
 
 Cum humi ros est gelidus 
 
 Et rivulus quiescit, 
 
 Cum vela rotant stridula (bis) 
 
 Quae multa secum reputet 
 
 Strix alba turri insidet.
 
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 Cum mane surgunt virgines 
 Et pratiim olet feno, 
 Cum gallus clara carraina 
 Cantavit ore pleno, — 
 Bis terque clara carmina 
 Cantavit ore pleno ; 
 Quae multa secum reputet 
 Strix alba turri insidet. 
 
 VI. 
 
 PLAIN LANGUAGE FROM TRUTHFUL JAMES. 
 
 (table mountain, 1870.) 
 
 Which I wish to remark, — 
 
 And my language is plain, — 
 That for ways that are dark, 
 
 And for tricks that are vain, 
 The heathen Chinee is peculiar. 
 
 Which the same I would rise to explain. 
 
 Ah Sin was his name ; 
 
 And I shall not deny, 
 In regard to the same. 
 
 What that name might imply ; 
 But his smile it was pensive and childlike. 
 
 As I frequent remarked to Bill Nye. 
 
 It was August the third. 
 
 And quite soft was the skies ; 
 Which it might be inferred 
 
 That Ah Sin tvas likewise : 
 Yet he played it that day upon William 
 
 And me io a way I despise.
 
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 Which we had a small game, 
 
 And Ah Sin took a hand : 
 It was euchre. The same 
 
 He did not understand ; 
 But he smiled as he sat by the table, 
 
 With the smile that was childlike and bland. 
 
 Yet the cards they were stocked 
 
 In a way that I grieve ; 
 And my feelings were shocked 
 
 At the state of Nye's sleeve, 
 Which was stuffed full of aces and bowers, 
 
 And the same with intent to deceive. 
 
 But the hands that were played 
 
 By that heathen Chinee, 
 And the points that he made. 
 
 Were quite frightful to see, 
 Till at last he put down a right bower, 
 
 Which the same Nye had dealt unto me. 
 
 Then I looked up at Nye, 
 
 And he gazed upon me ; 
 And he rose with a sigh. 
 
 And said, " Can this be ? 
 We are ruined by Chinese cheap labor " — 
 
 And he went for that heathen Chinee. 
 
 In the scene that ensued 
 
 I did not take a hand ; 
 But the floor it was strewed 
 
 Like the leaves on the strand 
 With the cards that Ah Sinliad been hiding, 
 
 In the game "he did not understand."
 
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 In his sleeves, which were long, 
 
 He had twenty-four packs — 
 Which was coming it strong ; 
 
 Yet I state but the facts : 
 And we found on his nails, which were taper. 
 
 What is frequent in tapers, — that's wax. 
 
 Which is why I remark. 
 
 And my language is plain, | 
 
 That for ways that are dark, " 
 
 And for tricks that are vain, 
 The heathen Chinee is peculiar, — 
 
 Which the same I am free to maintain. 
 
 PAGANUS SINENSIS. 
 
 Quod volo narrare 
 
 Et simplicibus verbis — 
 
 In coeptis obscuris 
 
 Et dolis protervis 
 
 Stat solus Paganus Sinensis ; 
 
 Et hoc enarrabo his turbis. 
 
 Nomen ei fuit Ah Sin, 
 
 Nee possum negare 
 
 Ejus mores retulisse 
 
 Quod hoc vult indicare ; 
 
 Sed ridebat pueriliter — blande, 
 
 Ut saepe cogebar notare. 
 
 In nona Septembris 
 
 Sub aethere aperto, 
 
 (Speraba.mus hunc stultum 
 
 Sed) fraude et furto 
 
 Decepit Gulielmum — meipsuni 
 
 In modo a quo me averto.
 
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 Ludebamus nos chartis, — 
 
 Et cum nobis ludebat 
 
 Paganus qui ludum 
 
 Non intelligebat, 
 
 Sed ridebat pueriliter semper, 
 
 Ut me, sodalemque tondebat. 
 
 Ut chartae sunt mixtae 
 
 Me pudet narrare ; 
 
 Sodalisque me anxit 
 
 Qui novit celare 
 
 In manicis optimas chartas, 
 
 Intentus, si posset, fraudare. 
 
 Sed longum est dictu 
 
 Ut nos Sin elusit, 
 
 Ut chartas celavit, 
 
 Et omnes confusit ; 
 
 Et unam e meis subductam 
 
 In medium palam profusit. 
 
 Intuebar sodalem 
 
 Intuentem in me ; 
 
 Suspirans surrexit, 
 
 " Hoc fiet ? Nonne 
 
 Hie perdiL nos labor Sinensis ? " 
 
 Et tunditur Ah Sin iste. 
 
 Tunc solus sodalis 
 Eum pugnis pectebat, 
 Et terram ut foliis 
 Is chartis struebat 
 Celatis Pagano qui luduin 
 Non bene hunc intelligebat.
 
 I 
 
 44 I 
 
 In toga Johannic'los 
 
 Triginta et plures 
 
 Reperimus. (Si falsum 
 
 Me vivum combures), 
 
 Et in unguibus teretibus ceram, 
 
 Qua semper utuntur hi fures. 
 
 Hoc est quare renarro 
 
 Et simplicibus verbis ; 
 
 In coeptis obscuris 
 
 Et dolis protervis, 
 
 Sui generis est Ah Sin Paganus, 
 
 Et hoc declarabo his turbis. 
 
 VII, 
 THE BALLAD OF BOSS BILLEE. 
 
 It was four pirates of Gotham City, 1 
 
 They went a-sailing out to sea 
 In a long, low, black, brass-mounted schooner. 
 
 Which carried the name of Tammanee. 
 There was Rueful Richard, and Cunning Peter, 
 
 And Joky Oakey, and Boss Billee. 
 
 Now, when they had been some years a-sailing. 
 
 It blowed a regular jamboree ; 
 And overboard fell Rueful Richard, 
 
 A-leaving his debts to his deputee. 
 " Push him under," says Joky Oakey, 
 
 " It takes all our craft to carry three."
 
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 Now, when they had sailed a little farther, 
 There came a big ship up on their lee, 
 
 And the skipper hollered through his trumpet, 
 " Whoever the devil may you be ? " 
 
 Then Joky Oakey snapped his fingers : 
 "What will you do about it ?'' says he. 
 
 The skipper he called to Charles O'Conor, 
 " Just hand that big chap up to me." 
 
 So Charles he reached down into the schooner. 
 And jerked Boss Bill out suddenlee. 
 
 And the last that was seen of Master William, 
 The skipper had hini over his knee. 
 
 When Joky Oakey saw this happen, 
 
 He fell a-weeping bitterlee. 
 " Ah, were I again an honest peddler 
 
 Of second-hand puns and poetree ! 
 Alas ! there isn't in all Joe Miller 
 
 A joke for this catastrophe." 
 
 To Joky Oakey, said Cunning Peter, — 
 " With your expressions you're too free." 
 
 Said Joky Oakey to Cunning Peter — 
 " I guess you don't realize, Peter B., 
 
 That we have lost, in William's pockets, 
 The grog and grub for all we three ? 
 
 " And what is to hinder Charles- O'Conor, 
 Whenever the skipper shall agree. 
 
 From reaching again down over the gunnel. 
 And catching hold of my green coatee. 
 
 To lock me up in a County Court-House, 
 Or uninhabited Armoree ? "
 
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 " Do as I tell you," said Cunning Peter 
 
 " We are both in one boat, you see ; 
 Let us surrender to Richard O'Gorman, 
 
 And tell him to smite us tenderlee. 
 Better be smote by Richard O'Gorman, 
 
 Than swing at O'Conor's main-cross-tree ! " 
 
 CANTUS DE DUCE GULIELMO. 
 
 PiRATAE quatuor ex urbe Gotham 
 Vehebantur olim per mare. 
 In navi nigra, humili, longa 
 Cui nomen erat Tammanee — 
 
 Richardus tristis, Petrus Vafer, 
 
 Facetus Oakey et Dux Billee. 
 
 Quum multus annos navigarant 
 Permagna oritur jamboree,* 
 E puppi cadit Richardus tristis 
 (Res suas legato tradens, Vae !) ; 
 " Eum detrudite," clamat Oakey, 
 " Tres sic vehi non est facile." 
 
 Ulterius nunc quum vecti erant 
 Illis propinquat rapide 
 Immensa navis, rectorque boat 
 Per tubam, " Qui estis, et unde ? " 
 Turn digitis crepans Oakey et ridens ' 
 " Quid de hoc facies ? " dixit ille. 
 
 Tunc Carol O'Conor dixit magister 
 " Pinguem istum aufer ad me." 
 
 * Difficile verbum ob duplicem significationem, nam alio tempore 
 significat procellam, alio perturbationem mentis e nimio vini iisu 
 orientem quae vulgo jimjams et a medicis nostris mania a potu appel- 
 latur.
 
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 Sic Carolus manum porrexit et cluceni 
 E navi eripuit repente, 
 Et e visu elapsus est Gulielmus 
 Plagas patiens pessime. 
 
 Quum vidit hoc facetus Oakey 
 
 Plorare coepit flebile : 
 
 " O ! utinam essem ut olim mercator 
 
 Jocorum misellus poetaque * 
 
 Non est in libris Josephi jocus 
 
 Qui par est huic catastrophae ! 
 
 Et quod obstat quominus idem 
 (Si jussus magistro hoc facere) 
 Manus injiciat in navem iterum 
 Me miserrimum eripere, 
 Indeque tractum viridi toga t 
 In arce deserta occludere ? " 
 
 Faceto Oakey dixit Petrus 
 " Liberius loqueris, et temere." 
 Petro respondit Oakey facetus 
 " Nonne potes hoc cernere 
 Nos amisisse, rege ablato, 
 Panem potumque aeterne ? " 
 
 " Fac ut jubeo," dixit Vafer, 
 " Vehimur una. Sic nonne 
 Nos dedamus Richardo O'Gorman 
 Sperantes eum mitem fore ? 
 . Melius est nos caedi ab illo 
 Quam Carol i ex nialo peiidere." 
 
 * Oakey se versificatorem esse profitebatur. 
 
 t Spectat ad viridem togam in qua vestitiis Oakey populum allocutus 
 esse dicitur.
 
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 VIII. 
 
 AN AUTUMN SCENE. 
 
 [The following verses have been floating about for a long time, but 
 have only recently been traced to the original poem, viz., a fragment of 
 A. Profanus Damnator, in hexameters, which we give below, and which 
 may be found in Orellis Scriptores Romse Incerti, VII., p. 1143, et seq.] 
 
 A STUDY FROM NATURE. 
 
 Dam - N that mosquito ? Don't rebuke 
 
 The somewhat rude expression ; 
 Don't moralize, I cannot brook 
 A single word, or e'en a look 
 Of argument upon that head ; 
 I'm bound to stick to what I said. 
 
 Nor make the least concession — 
 
 Hang that mosquito ! 
 
 That's forty-seven times — here goes ! — 
 
 That's forty-eight — at him 
 I've struck annihilating blows ; 
 I've bunged my eye, and hurt my nose ; 
 I've smashed my standing collar down. 
 And of my hat I've broke the crown. 
 
 And battered all the brim — 
 
 Hang that mosquito ! 
 
 And still around I see him flit. 
 
 And hear his vexing strain ; 
 And I am always to be bit, 
 And he is never to be hit — 
 Hold ! — now again he hovers near, 
 And now he settles — on my ear — 
 
 Ha ! now I'll squelch him ! — missed again ! 
 
 Hang that mosquito !
 
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 PESTIS AUTUMNI. 
 
 IsTE culex damnator ! verba profana videntur 
 Et quasi rustica, sed misero mihi parce sodalis. 
 Neve mihi increpites, juro nam mente furente 
 Non patiar de re omnino ut verba ulla loquaris. 
 Neve oculis te me jurgare sinam, omnia dicta 
 Fixa manent, — missum volat irrevocabile damno, 
 Ut dixi, iste culex damnator pessima pestis. 
 
 Irritus ut spectas est quinquagesimus ictus. 
 
 En iterum iste culex ! O nunc occidere monstrum 
 
 Tempus adest, iterum victus frustra aethera tundo. 
 
 Terribiles ictus misi et cimex fugit omnes. 
 
 In caput atque oculum et nasum recidunt neque possum 
 
 (Me fesso excepto quern pugno) laedere quidquam 
 
 Pileus et collare mihi scindunttur, et oro 
 
 O ! utinam iste culex damnetur, — pessima pestis. 
 
 Murmur adest nunc ut pestis circumvolat atra ; 
 Mordebitne culex semper noctesque diesque ? 
 Ecce venit sonitu propius jam atque insidet auri 
 Nescius instantis leti dapibusque paratus. 
 Nunc habeo monstrum, — quid — velox evolat ille, 
 Atque iterum deceptus hio et furibundus ut ante 
 Edico iste culex damnator pessima pestis.
 
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 IX. 
 
 TITHONUS. 
 
 TENNYSON. 
 
 The woods decay, the woods decay and fall ; 
 
 The vapors weep their burden to the ground ; 
 
 Man comes and tills the field, and lies beneath. 
 
 And after many a summer dies the swan. 
 
 Me only cruel immortality 
 
 Consumes : I wither slowly in thine arms, 
 
 Here at the quiet limit of the world, 
 
 A white-haired shadow roaming like a dream 
 
 The ever-silent spaces of the East, 
 
 Far-folded mists, and gleaming halls of morn. 
 
 Alas ! for this gray shadow once a man, 
 
 So glorious in his beauty and thy choice. 
 
 Who madest him thy chosen, that he seemed 
 
 To his great heart none other than a God ! 
 
 I asked thee, " Give me immortality : " 
 
 Then didst thou grant mine asking with a smile, 
 
 Like wealthy men who care not how they give. 
 
 But thy strong Hours indignant worked their wills, 
 
 And beat me down, and marred and wasted me, 
 
 And though they could not 'end me, left me maimed 
 
 To dwell in presence of immortal Youth, — 
 
 Immortal Age beside immortal Youth. 
 
 And all I was, in ashes. Can thy love. 
 
 Thy beauty, make amends, though even now 
 
 Close over us the silver star, thy guide. 
 
 Shines in those tremulous eyes that fill with tears 
 
 To hear me ? Let me go ; take back thy gift :
 
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 Why should a man desu-e in any way 
 
 To vary from tlie kmdly race of men, 
 
 Or pass beyond the goal of ordinance 
 
 Where all should pause as is most meet for all ? 
 
 A soft air fans the cloud apart ; there comes 
 A glimpse of that dark world where I was born. 
 Once more the old mysterious glimmer steals 
 From thy pure brow and from thy shoulders pure, 
 And bosom beating with a heart renewed. 
 Thy cheek begins to redden through the gloom, 
 Thy sweet eyes brighten slowly close to mine, 
 Ere yet they blind the stars, and the wild team 
 Which love thee, yearning for thy yoke, arise 
 And shake the darkness from their loosened manes. 
 And beat the twilight into flakes of fire. 
 
 Yet hold me not forever in thine East : 
 How can my nature longer mix with thine ? 
 Coldly thy rosy shadows bathe me, cold 
 Are all thy lights, and cold my wrinkled feet 
 Upon thy glimmering thresholds, when the steam 
 Floats up from those dim fields about the homes 
 Of happier men that have the power to die, 
 And grassy barrows of the happier dead. 
 Release me, and restore me to the ground ; 
 Thou seest all things, thou wilt see my grave : 
 Thou wilt renew thy beauty morn by morn , 
 I earth in earth forget these empty courts, 
 And thee returning on thy silver wheels.
 
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 TITHONUS. 
 
 Vae mihi, Vae ! pereunt effetae tempore silvae, 
 Nubila se in lachrimas largas morientia solvunt; 
 Omnes qui terrain coluerunt terra recondit, 
 Vitaque post multos annos linquit bona cycnum ; 
 Sed vitam finirc precans et morte relictus 
 In vestris manibus tabesco debilis annis. 
 Hie tristis mutis in mundi finibus exul 
 Quem taedet vitae canaeque simillimus umbrae 
 Per noctis tenebras, per magna silentia vertor, 
 Per nubes orientis et atria lucida solis ! 
 
 Me miserum ! idem ego qui nunc erro ut somnia vana 
 
 Vir quondam insignis facie et dignatus amore 
 
 Coelicolis aequum et carum tibi me esse putabam. 
 
 Oravi ut longos annos et tempora vitae 
 
 Conferres aeterna mihi ac tu perfida ridens 
 
 Hoc tribuisti ut dat dives qui non dare nescit. 
 
 Sed manibus validis necnon crudeliter horae 
 
 In me quod placuit fecerunt hactenus et nunc 
 
 Percussum et truncum sed dura morte repulsum 
 
 Me invisum cum te semper vae ! vivere linquunt. 
 
 Quid mihi nunc prosunt tua forma aut gaudia amoris 
 
 Si sic aeger inopsque vagor, fessusque senexque ? 
 
 En nunc Lucifer ostendit se ex aethere aperto 
 
 Inque oculos lachrimis suffusos luce benigna 
 
 Dum ploro splendet funditque argentea tela. 
 
 Si liceat spectare semel Plutonia regna ! 
 
 Cur suave est homini fixam transcurrere metam 
 
 Quam nobis posuit natura ut terminus esset 
 
 Vitae ? Cur tantum terrent nos limina Ditis ?
 
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 Spiritus afflatu miti nunc dissipat umbras 
 Et video obscuram terram qua lumina coeli 
 Aspexi primum ; en mihi mirus splendor ut olim 
 Ex umeris puris obrepit fronteque pura 
 Cordeque quod renovato in pectore palpitat intus. 
 Per tenebras fugientes ora genaeque rubescunt 
 Inque meos oculi dilecti luceque pleni 
 Irradiant lente, ante in coelo sidera clara 
 Omnia quam coecant splendore novo, ante jugales 
 Surgunt eque jubis laxis noctem quatientes 
 En nubes orientis frusta in flammea scindunt. 
 
 Non poteris semper sic me invitum retinere ; 
 Nonne vides Dea me volventes quomodo menses 
 Mutaverunt ; utque pedes nunc tarda senectus 
 Ru^osas titubare facit cum limina lucis 
 Passibus incertis demens transcurrere conor ? 
 Hue vapor ex caecis fertur gratissimus agris 
 Ad nos, et video tumulos ubi pace quiescunt 
 Felices homines quos tristia vincula vitae 
 Frangere non immite vetat fatum neque conjunx. 
 Hoc donum vitae mihi tarn fatale remitto 
 Nunc tibi ; da precor ut moriar reddarque sepulchre. 
 Omnia per mundum Dea lustras sic quoque vises 
 Tithoni tumulum atque locum qua patria terra 
 Felices cineres tandem pacataque condit 
 Ossa senis, qua moerorem curasque repono. 
 Pulchrior incedes Dea tu volventibus annis ; 
 In gremio terrae terrenus ego atria lucis 
 Conspiciam felix nunquam nee sidera coeli, 
 Nee c.urum visam nee te per nubila vectam.
 
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 X. 
 
 OENONE. 
 
 AYTOUN. 
 
 O THOU hollow ship, that bearest 
 Paris o'er the faithless deep, 
 Wouldst thou leave him on some island 
 Where alone the waters weep ! 
 Where no human foot is moulded 
 In the wet and yellow sand, — 
 Leave him there, thou hollow vessel. 
 Leave him on that lonely land ! 
 Then his heart will surely soften 
 When his foolish hopes decay ; 
 And his older love rekindle, 
 As the new one dies away. 
 
 Visionary hills will haunt him, 
 
 Rising from the glassy sea ; 
 
 And his thoughts will wander homeward 
 
 Unto Ida and to me. 
 
 Thus lamented fair Oenone, 
 
 Weeping ever, weeping low 
 
 On the holy mount of Ida, 
 
 AVhere the pine and cypress grow. 
 
 In the self-same hour Cassandra 
 
 Shrieked her prophecy of woe, 
 
 And into the Spartan dwelling 
 
 Did the faithless Paris go. 
 
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 OENONE. 
 
 Cava navis, tu quae vehis 
 Alexandrum per mare 
 Insula in remota ilium 
 Libeat te relinquere ! 
 Ubi pes humanus nunquam 
 In arenam pressit se ; 
 In arena flava, uda, 
 Perfidum O ! desere ! 
 Tum incipient corda flecti 
 Postquam spes deciderit, 
 Revirescet vetus amor 
 Novus cum defecerit. 
 
 Montes fictos en ! videbit 
 Exsurgentes aequore 
 Et viator domi memor, 
 Petet Idam — petet me." 
 Inter pinos sic Oenone 
 Flens perpetuo, tacite 
 Sacra summa mentis Idae 
 Querebatur misere. 
 Illo tempore Cassandra 
 Caedes, strages en ! canit, 
 Ille et Spartana tecta 
 Hospes perfidus subit.
 
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 XI. 
 
 THE SAILOR. 
 
 [old and new, NOVEMBER, 1871.] 
 
 The sailor looking out to sea. 
 
 Through the bleak darkness of the night, 
 
 Amid the throbbing of the waves. 
 
 Still hears her voice so soft and light ; 
 
 And fancy brings the sound to him 
 
 Of church bells ringing, through the spray ; 
 
 And in the sparkle of salt wave 
 
 He sees green fields and smells the hay. 
 
 Oh, well for him he has this thought, 
 This moment's thought, forgetting care, 
 That, as the ship flies on apace. 
 He sees blue eyes and sunny hair ! 
 To-morrow o'er the glassy sea, 
 Beneath the tropic's glowing sun 
 Shall float loose timbers, shattered spars, 
 And all his dreaming shall be done ! 
 
 NAUTA. 
 
 Prospiciens nauta in pelagus per nubila noctis, 
 Inter pulsantes fluctus tamen audit ut olim, 
 Dulcisonam absentis vocem, aut audire videtur 
 Cari tintinnabula vici per mare vecta, 
 Et madidus discernit agros herbosaque rura ; 
 Fenum etiam suave ex prato viridi olfacit illc.
 
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 Felix ah nimium felix curisque solutus, 
 Qui flavos etiam crines oculosque puellae 
 Caeruleos credit se cernere dum volat acta 
 Per fluctus pinus. Ah demens ! Crastinus ortus, 
 Navem disjectam et vitreas dispersa per undas 
 Tigna videbit. Tunc oblitus nauta laborum 
 Dormiet, et sub ponto linquet somnia vana. 
 
 XII. 
 
 FLY, LITTLE SONG. 
 
 Fly, Httle song, to my love, 
 
 Over the rolling sea ; 
 
 Tell him how bright are the stars above, 
 
 Tell him to weep not for me. 
 
 Kiss off the falling tears, — 
 
 My kiss of the days gone by ; 
 
 Tell him how fleet is the foot of the years. 
 
 Whisper, " My love cannot die." 
 
 Fly away into his heart, 
 
 Borne on the soft summer's breath ; 
 
 Sing to him, " Love and lover must part, — 
 
 True love is stronger than death." 
 
 Fly with the dying day. 
 
 Over the starlit sea ; 
 
 Lull him to sleep in the land far away ; 
 
 Bring him in dreams to me.
 
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 CARMEN. 
 
 Carmen pusillum 
 Super mare 
 Vola ad ilium 
 Qui deamat me ; 
 Ut lucent astra 
 Die carmen ei, 
 Jube ne fleat 
 Causa mei. 
 
 Lachrimas, Carmen, 
 
 Tu osculare, 
 
 Ut pridem solebam 
 
 Has basiare. 
 
 Die " fugax est annus " 
 
 In aures viri, 
 
 Sed " amor non potest" 
 
 Die, "emori." 
 
 Animis vectum 
 Carmen, aestivis 
 In cor ejus vola 
 Et murmura sivis 
 " Nos fatum sejungit, 
 En miseram sortem. 
 Sed vinciet amor 
 Et fatum et mortem." 
 
 Ut dies declinat 
 Vola ad ilium 
 Sub astra, per mare 
 Carmen pusillum.
 
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 ■i 
 
 Suade susurro 
 Somnum inire 
 In terra remota ; 
 Et fac me venire 
 In somnis ad ilium 
 Quem tenere amo, 
 Carmen pusillum. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 THE CLOWN'S REPLY. 
 
 GOLDSMITH. 
 
 John Trott was desired by two worthy peers 
 
 To tell them the reason why asses had ears. 
 
 " A'nt please you," quoth John, " I'm not given to letters. 
 
 Nor dare I pretend to know more than my betters ; 
 
 Howe'er, from this time I shall ne'er see Your Graces, 
 
 As I hope to be saved, without thinking of asses." 
 
 RUSTICUS EMUNCTAE NARIS. 
 
 " Die nobis, Johannes " duo faceti dixere 
 " Quo aures contingat asellis habere ? " 
 " Non possum, nee rerum rationes " respondit, 
 " Detegere conor quas Deus abscondit, 
 Sed posthac magistri, recurretis in mentem 
 Quoties gramen aselluiu videbo tondenteni."
 
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 XIV. 
 
 FAIR AMONT. 
 
 CONGREVE. 
 
 Fair Amont has gone astray, 
 Pursue and seek her, every lover ! 
 I'll tell the signs by which you may 
 The wandering shepherdess discover. 
 
 Coquet and coy at once her air, 
 Both studied, though both seem neglected ; 
 Careless she is with artful ease, 
 Affecting to seem unaffected. 
 
 With skill her eyes dart every glance, 
 Yet change so soon you'd ne'er suspect them ; 
 For she'd persuade they wound by chance, 
 Though certain aim and art direct them. 
 
 She likes herself, yet others hate 
 For that which in herself she prizes ; 
 And while she laughs at them, forgets 
 She is the thing that she despises. 
 
 PHYLLIS ERRANS. 
 
 Phyllis bella nunc vagatur. 
 Surgat quisque et sequatur ! 
 Signa quibus banc cognoscatis 
 Do ut mente teneatis. 
 
 Procax timida videtur; 
 
 Arte callida impletur ; 
 Anxia est, anxietate 
 Vacare volens. Festinate ! 
 
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 Coruscant oculi fulgore ; 
 Vario pleni sunt dolore ; 
 Arte certa ignes jacit 
 Omnia fingens quae sic facit 
 
 Casu facta. Seipsam amat, 
 Sed ad fraudes tuas clamat. 
 Alios ludens nunquam videt 
 Seipsam esse id quod ridet. 
 
 XV. 
 
 CONVENTION. 
 
 HOWELLS. 
 
 He falters on the threshold, 
 She lingers on the stair ; 
 Can it be that was his footstep ? 
 Can it be that she is there ? 
 
 Without is tender yearning, 
 
 And tender love is within ; 
 
 They can hear each other's heart-beats, 
 
 But a wooden door is between. 
 
 PUDOR VETAT.* 
 
 MoRATUR in limine Damon, 
 In scabs Lalage stat ; 
 Num pes insonuit ejus ? 
 Adestne qiiam illc amat .? 
 
 * Ut titLilus clarior .sit conferantur antiquus ille Joseplii Miller jocus 
 dc pudor el pew door et secundiis luijus canniiiis versus.
 
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 Tenerum desiderium extra, 
 In domo cor palpitat ; 
 Inter se amplecti volunt 
 Sed lignea foris vetat. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 EVENING HYMN. 
 
 HEBER. 
 
 God who madest earth and heaven, 
 
 Darkness and light, 
 Who the day for toil hast given, 
 
 For rest the night ; 
 May thine angel-guards defend us. 
 Slumber sweet thy mercy send us. 
 Holy dreams and hopes attend us. 
 
 This livelong night ! 
 
 HYMNUS VESPERTINUS. 
 
 Coelum, terras qui parasti, 
 Diem, tenebras donasti, 
 
 Qui dedisti ad laborem . m 
 
 Lucem, noctem ad soporem, 
 Angelis custodiamur, 
 Quiete dulce et fruamur. 
 
 Perque horas 
 
 Hujus noctis 
 Castis somnis teneamur !
 
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 XVII. 
 
 MY SOUL, BE ON THY GUARD. 
 
 My sDul, be on thy guard ; 
 
 Ten thousand foes arise ; 
 
 The hosts of sin are pressing hard 
 
 To draw thee from the skies. 
 
 Oh, watch and fight and pray ! 
 The battle ne'er give o'er ; 
 Renew it boldly day by day, 
 And help divine* implore. 
 
 Ne'er think the victory won, 
 Nor once at ease sit down ; 
 Thy arduous work will not be done 
 Till thou obtain thycrown. 
 
 Fight on, my soul, till death 
 Shall bring thee to thy God : 
 He'll take thee at thy parting breath 
 Up to his blest abode.
 
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 ANIMA MEA TE CUSTODL 
 
 Anima mea te custodi ; 
 Sunt mille hostes circum te ; 
 Et e coelo pravum agmen 
 Certat te deripere. 
 
 Vigil esto, pugna, ora ! 
 Nulli hosti cede te ; 
 Auxilium Dei et implora, 
 Pugna semper strenue. 
 
 Neve putes te victricem, 
 
 Neu desidiae dedas te ; " 
 
 Arduum opus non finitur 
 
 Dum coronam capere 
 
 Poteris. Pugna anima ad mortem. 
 Cum videbis tu Deum ; 
 Vita lapsa ille ducet 
 Te beatam in domum. 
 
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 XVIII. 
 
 GREEN GROW THE RASHES O! 
 
 BURNS. 
 
 Green grow the rashes O, 
 
 Green grow the rashes O ; 
 
 The sweetest hours that e'er I spend 
 
 I spend among the lasses O. 
 
 There's naught but care on every han', 
 In every hour that passes O ; 
 What signifies the life o' man 
 An 't were not for the lasses O ! 
 
 The warly race may riches chase, 
 An' riches still may fly them O ; 
 An' tho' at last they catch them fast, 
 Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them O. 
 
 Gie me a canny hour at e'en, 
 My arms about my dearie O, 
 An warly cares and warly men 
 May all gae tapsalteerie O. 
 
 For you sae douce, you sneer at this, 
 Ye're naught but senseless asses O ! 
 The wisest man the warl' e'er saw 
 He dearly lo'ed the lasses O. 
 
 Auld Nature swears the lovely dears 
 Her noblest work she classes O : 
 Her prentice han' she tried on man, 
 An' then she made the lasses O.
 
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 VIRENT JUNCI FLUVIALES. 
 
 ViRENT junci fluviales, 
 Junci prope lymphas. 
 Ah quam ridet quae me viclet 
 Hora inter nymphas ! * 
 
 Cura excepta nihil est 
 In tempore labente. 
 Quid homini vita sua est 
 Puellula absente ? 
 
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 Sequatur aurum avidus 
 
 Et aurum ludet ilium. M 
 
 Cum demum hoc potitus est, 
 
 Est bonum perpauxillum. 
 
 In hora dulce vesperis 
 In brachiis comprehendam 
 Lalagem, — et avidos 
 Tunc ego parvi pendam. 
 
 O sapiens, contemnis me ? 
 Asellus te creavit. 
 Doctissimus quern novimus 
 Puellulas amavit. 
 
 Natura fuit rudis cum 
 
 Nos homines creavit, 
 
 Sed feminas — opus optimum — 
 
 Callidior formavit. 
 
 * Hoc tetrastichon a me de Arundinibus Cami excerpt uiti ot.
 
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 XIX. 
 
 THE POET'S FRIENDS. 
 
 HOVVELLS. 
 
 The robin sings in the elm, 
 
 The cattle stand beneath, 
 
 Sedate and grave, with great brown eyes, 
 
 And fragrant meadow-breath. 
 
 They listen to the flattered bird. 
 The wise-looking stupid things ; 
 And they never understand a word 
 Of all the robin sings. 
 
 BOVES ET RUBECILLA. 
 
 RUBECILLA canit in ulmo ; 
 Sub ulmo boves stant; 
 E naribus ruminantes 
 Odorem suavem efflant. 
 
 Laudatam audiunt avem 
 Fingentes se sapere, 
 Et nil comprehendunt eorum 
 Quae canit tam hilare. 
 
 Sic saepe amici poetae 
 Ut profuse canentem laudent, 
 Nee vident ilia quae videt 
 Nee sciunt cur ilium ament.
 
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 XX. 
 
 SONG. 
 
 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. 
 
 Drink to-day, and drown all sorrow, 
 You shall perhaps not do it to-morrow : 
 Best, while you have it, use your breath. 
 There is no drinking after death. 
 
 Wine works the heart up, wakes the wit, 
 There is no cure 'gainst age but it : 
 It helps the head-ache, cough, and phthisic, 
 And is, for all diseases, physic. 
 
 Then let us swill, boys, for our health ; 
 Who drinks well loves the Commonwealth ; 
 And he that will to bed go sober 
 Falls with the leaf, still in October. 
 
 INVOCATIO AD BIBENDUM. 
 
 HoDiE bibite et curas nunc pellite, 
 Cras erit fortasse dissimilis sors. 
 Optimum est dum vivimus vivere, — 
 Parum potabit quern tetigit mors. 
 
 Vinum cor suscitat, excitat animum, 
 Remedium aetatis in vino exstat. 
 Cephalalgiam levat, ct cum asthmate tussim, 
 Alios et morbos hoc omnes curat. 
 
 Potemus sodales ut valeamus. 
 Bonus potator civitatem amat ; 
 Sed iste qui cubitum it semper sobrius, 
 In mense Octobri cum foliis cadat.
 
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 XXI. 
 
 BACCHUS. 
 
 SHAKSPEARE. 
 
 Come, thou monarch of the vine, 
 Phunpy Bacchus with pink eyne ; 
 In thy vats our cares be drowned ; 
 Witli thy grapes our hairs be crowned ; 
 Cup us till tlie world go round ; 
 Cup us till the world go round ! 
 
 BACCHUS. 
 
 Veni pinguis princeps vitis, 
 Rubens oculos Bacche mitis ! 
 In tuis cupis nostrae curae mergantur ; 
 Tuis et uvis nostri crines cingantur ; 
 Vinum da nobis dum mundus rotetur ; 
 Vinum da nobis dum mundus rotetur !
 
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 XXII. 
 
 ANE XMASSE BALLADE* 
 
 Y' FEGGES, faire maycles and merrie menne, 
 
 I tell ane wondrousse tayle — 
 Butte fyrste, methynks, thatte I wolde drynke 
 
 Ye Smytthe, hys byttere ale. 
 
 . Grammercie, putte ye Yule-logge onne ; 
 Ye nyghts ys colde wythoutte — 
 Butte fyrste my lyppe wolde sothely syppe 
 Ye Browne, hys jollye stoute. 
 
 Thys tayle I telle, ys parlouse strange 
 
 And newe to carle orre kyngge — 
 Butte fyrst fylle uppe my pewterre cuppe 
 
 Fulle wythe ye gynne, hys slyngge.f 
 
 Drye worke ytte ys toe telle ane tayle, 
 
 Wythoutten turne orre tryppe — 
 Butte fyrst I wys 'twerre notte ane-mysse, 
 
 To try ye egg, hys flyppe.f 
 
 Ye Smythe hys beere they broughten hyin. 
 
 Ye Browne hys jollye stoute, 
 Ye more he slued ye lesse he knewed 
 
 Of whatte he wasse aboute. 
 
 Ye egge hys flyppe they broughte alsoe 
 
 Ande eke ye gynne hys slyngge. 
 But ere 'twasse coole thys selye foole 
 
 Wasse tyghte as ane-a-thynge. 
 
 * Non satis in aperto est quis sit auctor hujus vere antiquitatem redo- 
 lentis carminis. 
 
 t Slynnge, flyppe, verba difficilia et periphrasi exprimenda.
 
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 IMPLETUR VETERIS BACCHI. 
 
 Mehercle, sodales vobis fabulam narrabo 
 Puellisque rem miram nunc explicabo ; 
 Sed prius magnum poculum mihi petatur, 
 Cervisiae amarae quae a Fabro paratur. 
 
 Acervus lignorum super foco ponatur 
 (Frigus ingruit nocte), et mihi feratur 
 Zythi cantharus ingens et spumans annosi 
 Ex Fusci apotheca factoris famosi. 
 
 Fabula quam refero est inusitata, 
 Nee regi nee populo est unquam narrata ; 
 Sed prius junipero implete pocillum 
 Ut haustum mea labia exsorbeant ilium. 
 
 Est opus plenum sitis Iiistorias narrare, 
 Et poculis omissis errores vitare, 
 Sic mihi nunc potus est cito petendus 
 In quo est spiritus cum ovis miscendus. 
 
 Cervisia Fabri apponitur illi, 
 Zythi item magni mensura pocilli : 
 Et semper bibebat et minus sciebat 
 De iis quae madidus tunc faciebat. 
 
 Potus mixtus cum ovis non deest bibenti 
 Nee calida juniperus ebrio petenti : 
 Sed potus non ante refrixit divinus 
 Quam in solum ceciderat potator supinus.
 
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 xxiir. 
 
 MARY AMBREE. 
 
 When our brave commanders, whom death could not daunt, 
 Marched off to the siege of the city of Gaunt, 
 They mustred their souldiers by two and by three, 
 And tlie foremost in battle was Mary Ambree. 
 
 AVhen brave Sir John Major* was slaine in her sight, 
 Who was her true lover, her joy and delight, 
 Because he was slaine most treacherouslie, 
 Then vowd to revenge him Mary Ambree. 
 
 She clothed herselfe from the top to the toe 
 In buffe of the bravest, most seemly to showe ; 
 A fair shirt of mail then slipped on shee : 
 Was not this a brave bonny lasse Mary Ambree ? 
 
 A helmett of prooffe shee strait lid provide, 
 A strong arminge sword she girt by her side, 
 On her hand a goodly fair gauntlett put she ; 
 Was not this a brave bonny lasse Mary Ambree ? 
 
 Then took shee her sworde and her targett in hand ; 
 Bidding all such as wold, bee of her band ; 
 To wayte on her person came thousand and three ; 
 Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree ? 
 
 My soldiers she saith, so valliant and bold, 
 
 Nowe follow your captaine whom you doe beholde ; 
 
 Still foremost in battell myself e I will bee ; 
 
 Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree ? 
 
 She filled the skyes with the smoke of her shott, 
 y\nd her enemyes bodies with bullctts so hott ; 
 For one of her owne men a score killed shee; 
 Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree? 
 
 * V. 1 sergeant major.
 
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 And when her false gunner, to spoyle her intent, 
 Away all her pellets and' powder had sent, 
 Straight with her keen weapon she slasht him in three ; 
 Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree ? 
 
 Her foes they besett her on everye side, 
 As thinking close siege she cold never abide ; 
 To beat down the walles they all did decree ; 
 But stoutly deffyed them brave Mary Ambree. 
 
 Then took she her sword and targett in hand, 
 And mounting the walls all undaunted did stand, 
 There daring their captaines to match any three ; 
 O what a brave captaine was Mary Ambree ! 
 
 Now say English Captain what woldest thou give 
 To ransome thyselfe which else must not live ? 
 Come yield thyselfe quicklye, or slaine thou must be ; 
 Then smiled sweetlye brave Mary Ambree. 
 
 Ye captaines couragious, of valour so bold, 
 Whom thinke you before you now you doe behold ? 
 A knight, sir, of England, and captaine so free. 
 Who shortlye with us a prisoner must be. 
 
 No captaine of England, — behold in your sight 
 Two brests in my bosome, and therefore no knight. 
 Noe knight, sirs, of England, nor captaine you see. 
 But a poor simple lass called Mary Ambree. 
 
 Then to hei' own country shee backe did returne, 
 Still holding the foes of faire England in scorn, 
 Therefore, English captaines of every degree 
 Sing forth the brave valours of Mary Ambree.
 
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 MARIA AMBREE. 
 
 Cum nostri ductores qui mortem spernebant 
 Ad Gantii turres cingendas pergebant, 
 Et copias legebant per duos et tres, 
 Fuit prima in pugna Maria Ambrees.* 
 
 Cum fortis Johannes et Major vocatus 
 Ante ora puellae fuit saeve necatus, 
 Quia mors opprimit virum tam perfide 
 Vindicare cum vovit Maria Ambree. 
 
 Sago alutae suos umeros inducit 
 
 Et ferream vestem, sub sole quae lucet ; 
 
 Ad pedes sic tecta ex vertice 
 
 Fuit pulchra et fortis Maria Ambree. 
 
 Galefi perdura suum caput tegebat, 
 
 Ense et latus acuto cingebat ; 
 
 In manibus manicas habebat, — ecce, 
 
 Nonne fuit pulchra et fortis, Maria Ambree ? 
 
 Tunc gladium manu et parmam prensabat ; 
 Quibus placuit omnes eam sequi mandabat ; 
 Et ducem mille sequebantur et tres ! 
 Nam pulchra et fortis fuit Maria Ambrees. 
 
 * Nihil causae est cur ciuditos lectores primum hiijus carminis tetras- 
 stichon in Latinum a Maginn redditum fuisse admoneam, nee eos me 
 illius opere usum esse latebit. Apud celeros quisnam est nunc ille vii? 
 Nominis umbra ! Non meis laudibus eget tanti viri flebilis memoria, sed 
 cum rnrissima apud nos hodie fit mentio hujus Anglicarum literarum lumi- 
 nis, mihi deceiis videtur me confiteri quantum cum aliis quos studia dekc- 
 lant doctrinae, ingenioque dcbcam GuLiELRii M.vtn.NN.
 
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 O milites, dicit, et boni et fortes, 
 Me ducem videtis quam sequantur cohortes. 
 Semper prima in pugna, sicut Caesar ipse, 
 Et fortis, et pulchra fuit Maria Ambree. 
 
 Fmiio bellatrix omne coelum implevit, 
 
 Et corpora hostium plumbeis glandibus sevit, 
 
 Pro uno suorum ferit hostium tres, 
 
 Nonne fuit fortis in pugna Maria Ambrees ? 
 
 Bombardicus dominam fraudare conatur 
 Et plumbum et pulvis ab eo deportatur, 
 Quern ense concidit partes in tres, 
 Nam et fortis et pulchra fuit Maria Ambrees. 
 
 Earn undique hostes tandem cingebant, 
 Obsidium laturam non Mariam credebant, 
 Et muros decernebant sternendos esse ; 
 Sed hostes irrisit Maria Ambree. 
 
 Nam gladium parmamque in manus sumebat, 
 Et vallum excelsum virago scandebat, 
 Et hostium ad pugnam quosvis provocat tres, 
 Nonne dux fuit fortis Maria Ambrees ? 
 
 O dux Anglicane quid nobis vis dare 
 Ut tibi parcamus ? si vis mortem vitare 
 Te nobis trade cito, aut necabere. 
 I'unc suaviter ridebat Maria Ambree. 
 
 O duces animosi et boni et fortes 
 Quem stantem videtis hie inter cohortes ? 
 Equitem Anglicanum et ducem ecce, 
 Quem decet captivum cum nobis ire.
 
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 Non Anglius sum dux, — nam in pectore claro 
 Binas mammas videtis, — non ego sum baro : 
 Non glorior me equitem vel ducem esse, 
 Sed sum femina simplex et Maria Ambree. 
 
 Tunc ad patriam suam se victrix vertebat, 
 Et hostes Angliae semper parvi pendebat ; 
 Quare Anglici duces cantate cum me 
 Quantas habuit virtutes Maria Ambree 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 A SONG IN TIME OF REVOLUTION. 
 
 SWINBURNE. 
 
 The heart of the rulers is sick, and the high priest covers 
 
 his head ; 
 For this is the song of the quick, that is heard in the ears 
 
 of the dead. 
 The poor and the halt and the blind are keen and mighty 
 
 and fleet : 
 Like the noise of the blowing of wind is the sound of the 
 
 noise of their feet. 
 The wind has the sound of a laugh in the clamor of days 
 
 and of deeds ; 
 The priests are scattered like chaff, and the rulers broken 
 
 like reeds. 
 The high priest sick from qualms, with his raiment bloodily 
 
 dashed ; 
 The thief with branded palms, and the liar with cheek 
 
 abashed ; 
 They are smitten, they tremble greatly, they are pained for 
 
 their pleasant things ; 
 For the house of the priests made stately, and the might in 
 
 the mouth of the kings, —
 
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 They are grieved and greatly afraid ; they are taken, they 
 shall not flee ; 
 
 For the heart of the nations is made as the strength of the 
 springs of the sea. 
 
 They were fair in the grace of gold ; they walked with deli- 
 cate feet ; 
 
 They were clothed with the cunning of old, and the smell 
 of their garments was sweet. 
 
 But the arm of the elders is broken, their strength is un- 
 bound and undone ; 
 
 They wait for a sign of a token ; they cry, and there cometh 
 none. 
 
 Their moan is in every place ; the cry of them tilleth the 
 land ; 
 
 There is shame in the sight of their face ; there is fear in the 
 thews of their hand. 
 
 There is none of them all that is whole ; their lips gape 
 open for breath ; 
 
 They are clothed with sickness of soul, and the shape of 
 the shadow of death. 
 
 TEMPORA MUTANTUR. 
 
 Regnatorum aegrotat cor ; pontificis caput operitur : 
 Nam hoc est viventium carmen quod mortuis nunc auditur. 
 
 Egentes caeci et claudi sunt magni acres veloces, 
 
 Et multitudinis sonitus pedum est ut clarae ventorum voces. 
 
 Sonat ventus ut sonat cachinnus cum dies et facta labuntur : 
 Dissipantur ut palea sacerdotes, — ut arundines reges fran- 
 guntur. 
 
 Plectuntur, — magnopere pavent ne deJiciae amittantur; 
 Ne domus pontificum alta et regum potestas pcrdantur.
 
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 Moerent tremefacti metu ; non fugient ; capiuntur : 
 Cor nationum fit ut fontes quae in mare volvuntur. 
 
 Nitebant in auri splendore, et putide ambulabant 
 Vestiti arte antiqua ; et unguenta exhalabant. 
 
 Regnatorum manus franguntur : et vigor eis est nullus ; 
 Expectant signum e coelo ; clamant, nee venit ullus 
 
 Servator ; sed gemunt ubique et terra impletur clamore : 
 Pudet eos hominibus videri : etiam manus tang:vmtur terrore. 
 
 '&' 
 
 Nullus sanus recteque valens ; anhelitus labia angit 
 Aegritudine vestiuntur, et mortis terror cor tangit. 
 
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 CARM. I. XXV. 
 
 AD LYDIAM. 
 
 Parcius junctas quatiunt fenestras 
 Ictibus crebris juvenes protervi, 
 Nee tibi somnos adimunt ; amatque 
 
 Janua limen, 
 Quae prius multum facilis movebat 
 Cardines. Audis minus et minus jam 
 Me tuo longas pereunte nodes, 
 
 Lydia, dorinis ? 
 Invicem moechos anus arrogantes 
 Flebis in solo levis angiportu, 
 Thracio bacchante magis sub inter- 
 
 lunia vento ; 
 Cum tibi flagrans amor, et libido, 
 Quae solet matres furiare equorum, 
 Saeviet circa jecur ulcerosum ; 
 
 Non sine questu, 
 Laeta quod pubes hedera virente 
 Gaudeat pulla magis atque myrto, 
 Aridas frondes Hiemis sodali 
 
 Dedicet Hebro. 
 
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 TO LYDIA. 
 
 Less often now the wanton youths 
 
 Thy close-barred shutters shake 
 
 With frequent blows ; nor do they now 
 
 Thy lonely slumbers break. 
 
 The door which used, in former times, 
 
 On ready hinge to swing 
 
 Is now close shut, and, seldom used 
 
 Doth to its threshold cling. 
 
 Less often and less often now 
 
 Comes to your ear the cry, 
 
 *' Sleep'st thou all night, while here outside 
 
 I perish and I die ? " 
 
 Your turn shall come when, old and foul, 
 
 For lovers you shall seek, 
 
 In lonely lanes where Thracian winds 
 
 Sweep by with louder shriek. 
 
 When wanton love and burning lust 
 
 Your wretched heart shall hold,, 
 
 And you, complaining, seek in vain 
 
 For lovers as of old. 
 
 To find, alas ! that joyous youth 
 
 In ivy takes delight. 
 
 Or thinks the myrtle's darker green 
 
 More pleasa^nt to the sight 
 
 Than withered leaves, that, dull and dead 
 
 (Though fair they once might be), 
 
 Are tossed for Hebrus' icy stream 
 
 To carry to the sea.
 
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 CARM. I. XXXII. 
 
 AD LYRAM. 
 
 PosciMUR. Si quid vacui sub umbra 
 Lusimus tecum, quod et hunc^'in annum 
 Vivat et plures, age, die Latinum, 
 
 Barbite, carmen, 
 Lesbio primum modulate civi ; 
 Qui, ferox bcllo, tamen inter arma, 
 Sive jactatam rcligarat udo 
 
 Litore navim, 
 Liberum et Musas, Veneremque, et illi 
 Semper haerentem puerum canebat, 
 Et Lycum, nigris oculis nigroque 
 
 Crine decorum. 
 O decus Phoebi, et dapibus supremi 
 Grat.i testudo Jovis, o laborum 
 Dulce lenimen, mihi cunque salve 
 Rite vocanti. 
 
 TO HIS LYRE. 
 
 They call us. If beneath the shade 
 
 We've sung a song with thee 
 
 Which both the end of this year's course 
 
 And other years may see. 
 
 Come, sing a Latin song, my lyre, 
 
 Whom Lesbius tuned before ; 
 
 (Who fierce in war, yet in war's midst, 
 
 Or when his bark touched shore. 
 
 Would sing of Bacchus and the Nine, — 
 
 Of Venus and her boy, —
 
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 While Lycus, with black eyes and hair, 
 
 Oft gave his skill employ) ; 
 
 O lyre, delight of Lato's son, 
 
 To feasts of Jove a friend, 
 
 If e'er I rightly summon thee, 
 
 Thy aicl, I beg thee, lend ! 
 
 CARiM. I. xxvr. 
 AD PLOTIUM NUMIDAM. 
 
 Et thure et fidibus juvat 
 Placare et vituli sanguine debito 
 
 Custodes Numidae deos. 
 Qui nunc Hesperia sospes ab ultima 
 
 Caris multa sodalibus, 
 Nulli plura tamen dividit oscula, 
 
 Quam dulci Lamiae, memor 
 Actae non alio rege puertiae, 
 
 Mutataeque simul togae. 
 Cressa ne careat pulchra dies nota, 
 
 Neu promtae modus amphorae, 
 Neu morem in Salium sit requies pedum, 
 
 Neu multi Damalis meri 
 Bassum Threicia vincat amystide, 
 
 Neu desint epulis rosae, 
 Neu vivax apium, neu breve lilium. 
 
 Omnes in Damalin putres 
 Deponent oculos, nee Damalis novo 
 
 Divelletur adultero, 
 Lascivis hederis ambitiosior.
 
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 TO PLOTIUS NUMIDA. 
 
 With incense and with sounding strings 
 
 A sacrifice we make, 
 And with a heifer's votive blood 
 
 For Numida's dear sake, 
 Who, safe from Spain's remotest bound, 
 
 Brings kisses for us all. 
 Yet more for none than Lamia ; 
 
 For memory will recall 
 How they together spent their youth, 
 
 Together laid aside 
 Their boyish dress, together donned 
 
 The toga, — full of pride. 
 Let not this day lack Greta's mark 
 
 Nor ready casks of wine, 
 Nor let the dancer's feet find rest, 
 
 Nor Damalis outshine 
 In Thracia's mighty wassail cup 
 
 Bassus the toper deep ; 
 But roses, parsley liberal shower. 
 
 With lilies hard to keep. 
 All fix their eyes on Damalis, 
 
 And wanton glances dart ; 
 But when the ivy leaves the oak. 
 
 From her new love she'll part.
 
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 CARM. I. XXXVIII. 
 
 AD PUERUM. 
 
 Persicos odi puer, apparatus, 
 Displicent hexae philyra coronae ; 
 Mitte sectari rosa quo locorum 
 
 Sera moretur. 
 Simplici myrto nihil allabor^s 
 Sedulus euro ; neque te ministrum 
 Dedeeet myrtus neque me sub arcta 
 
 Vite bibentem. 
 
 TO HIS SERVANT. 
 
 Your Persian finery, boy, I hate, 
 And linden wreaths suit not my pate, 
 Nor seek to get of roses late 
 
 For me a bunch. 
 Myrtle alone will do for me : 
 Than myrtle nought can better be 
 When 'neath the vines' shade as you see, 
 
 I take my punch.
 
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 CARM. II. III. 
 
 AD DELLIUM. 
 
 Aequam memento rebus in arduis 
 Servare mentem, non secus in bonis 
 Ab insolenti temperatam 
 Laetitia, moriture Delli, 
 Seu moestus onini tempore vixeris, 
 Seu te in remoto gramine per dies 
 Festos reclinatum bearis 
 Interiore nota Falerni. 
 Quo pinus ingens albaque populus 
 Umbram hospitalem consociare amant 
 Ramis ? Quid obliquo laborat 
 Lympha fugax trepidare rivo ? 
 Hue vina et unguenta et nimium breves 
 Flores amoenae ferre jube rosae, 
 Dum res et aetas et Sororum 
 Fila trium patiuntur atra. 
 Cedes coemtis saltibus, et domo, 
 Villaque, flavus quam Tiberis lavit : 
 Cedes ; et exstructis in altum 
 Divitiis potietur heres. 
 Divesne prisco natus ab Inacho, 
 Nil interest, an pauper et infima 
 De gente sub divo moreris, 
 Victima nil miserantis Orci. 
 Omnes eodem cogimur : omnium 
 Versatur urna serius ocius 
 
 Sors exitura, et nos in aeternum 
 Exsilium impositura cymbae.
 
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 TO DELLIUS. 
 
 Preserve a firm, well-balanced mind 
 
 When fortune on thee frowns ; 
 Nor less a mind from pride set free 
 
 When she thy labor crowns. 
 O Dellius, thou who soon shalt die, 
 
 Howe'er thy time is spent. 
 Though thou to sorrow giv'st thy life, 
 
 Or art on mirth intent ; 
 What though on grassy slopes reclined, 
 
 With wine of ancient brand 
 Thou mak'st good cheer on festal days ? — 
 
 On thee death lays his hand. 
 Where do the pine and poplar white 
 
 A social shade ally ? 
 Where doth the tortuous brooklet strive 
 
 To hurry murmuring by ? 
 There bid them bring perfumes and wine, 
 
 The roses' sweet brief flower ; 
 While Fortune, Youth, the sisters' threads 
 
 Leave these joys in our power. 
 From purchased lawns and lofty house 
 
 By yellow Tiber's stream. 
 Thou shalt depart — o'er all thy wealth 
 
 Thy heir shall reign supreme. 
 Art rich, and sprung from Inachus ? 
 
 Art poor, of mean descent ? 
 It matters nothing to the dead, 
 
 Their course one way is bent. 
 Or soon, or late, our lot will leap 
 
 From Fate's unpitying urn ; 
 And they who once with Charon sail 
 
 From exile ne'er return.
 
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 CARM. ir. XVIII. 
 
 NON EBUR NEQUE AUREUM. 
 
 NoN ebur neque aureum 
 Mea renidet in donio lacunar ; 
 
 Non trabes Hymettiae 
 Premunt columnas ultima recisas 
 
 Africa, neque Attali 
 Ignotus heres regiam occupavi, 
 
 Nee Laconicas mihi 
 Trahunt honestae purpuras clientae. 
 
 At fides et ingeni 
 Benigna vena est, pauperemque dives 
 
 Me peHt j nihil supra 
 Deos lacesso, nee potentem amicum 
 
 Largiora flagito, 
 Satis beatus unicis Sabinis. 
 
 Truditur dies die, 
 Novaeque pergunt interire Lunae. 
 
 Tu secanda marmora 
 Locas sub ipsum funus, et sepulcri 
 
 Immemor struis domos, 
 Marisque Bails obstrepentis urges 
 
 Summovere litora, 
 Parum locuples continente ripa. 
 
 Quid, quod usque proximos 
 Revellis agri terminos, et ultra 
 
 Limites clientium 
 Sails avarus ? Pellitur paternos 
 
 In sinu ferens deos 
 Et uxor'et vir sordidosque natos. 
 
 Nulla certior tamen, 
 Rapacis Orel fine destinata 
 
 Aula di\item nianet
 
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 Herum. Quid ultra tend is? Acqua tellus 
 
 Pauperi recluditur 
 Regumque pueris, ncc satelles Orci 
 
 Callidum Promethea 
 Revexit auro captus. Hie superbum 
 
 Tantalum, atque Tantali 
 Genus coercet ; hie levare funetum 
 
 Pauperem laboribus 
 Voeatus atque non vocatus audit. 
 
 NO IVORY OR GOLDEN WALL. 
 
 No ivory or golden wall 
 
 Witliin my dwelling gleams ; 
 No columns hewn in Africa 
 
 Support Hymettian beams ; 
 No foreign kingdom falls to me 
 
 An unexpected heir; 
 No well-born clients at my door 
 
 Laconian purple wear. 
 Good faith is mine ; of talent too 
 
 I have a kindly vein ; 
 Though poor I be, to visit me 
 
 The rich do not disdain. 
 For more than this I cannot ask, — 
 
 The gods I do not tease. 
 Nor weary I my powerful friend 
 
 For higher gifts than these, 
 While here upon my Sabine farm 
 
 I happy live at ease. 
 Day thrusts on day, new moons arise, 
 
 Each like the rest to die ;
 
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 But you your marble contracts make, 
 
 Though death himself be nigh, 
 And, reckless of your hastening fate, 
 
 Pile buildings to the sky, 
 And push your piers into the sea, 
 
 Where loud the breakers roar, 
 Not satisfied like others with 
 
 The limits of the shore. 
 What though to raze your neighbor's bounds 
 
 You strive, and eke succeed ? 
 What though your clients' fields are doomed 
 
 Your avarice to feed ? 
 With household gods your tenants all 
 
 You banish from your farms ; 
 Husband and wife alike must go. 
 
 With infants in their arms : 
 Yet greedy Orcus waits for you. 
 
 The master rich and stern ; 
 No goal more fixed and sure than this. 
 
 From which is no return. 
 Why further strive ? The earth is just 
 
 To beggar and to king, " 
 Nor can Prometheus Charon bribe. 
 
 His soul from death to bring. ' 
 Proud Tantalus with all his race 
 
 Doth Orcus fast restrain, 
 And, whether called or uninvoked, 
 
 Frees poverty from pain.
 
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 CARM. HI. XXI. 
 
 AD AMPHORAM. 
 
 O NATA mecum consule Manlio, 
 Seu tu querelas, sive geris jocos, 
 Seu rixam et insanos amores, 
 Seu facilem, p'm testa, somnum ; 
 Quocunque lectum nomnie Massicum 
 Servas, moveri digna bono die, 
 Descende, Corvino jubente 
 Promere languidiora vina. 
 Non ille quamquam Socraticis madet 
 Sermonibus, te negliget horridus : 
 Narratur et prisci Catonis 
 
 Saepe mero caluisse virtus. 
 Tu lene tormentum ingenio admoves 
 Plerumque duro ; tu sapientium 
 Curas et arcanum jocoso 
 Consilium retegis Lyaeo ; 
 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, 
 Yivaeque producent lucernae, 
 
 Dum rediens fugat astra Phoebus.
 
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 TO A CASK. 
 
 Holy cask of precious wine, 
 
 Thou whose age dost equal mine, 
 
 In Manlius' time that hadst thy birth, 
 
 Full of discord or of mirth. 
 
 Whether strife within you keep, 
 
 Loves insane or easy sleep ; 
 
 Whatso'er the reason be 
 
 That they Massic stored in thee, 
 
 Fit a festal day to grace, — 
 
 Come down now, from thy high place ; 
 
 Descend, for now Corvinus mine 
 
 Bids me bring him riper wine. 
 
 He, though steeped in Grecian lore, 
 
 Ever will thy power adore. 
 
 (Cato's virtue, as we know, 
 
 Took from wane a warmer glow). 
 
 Thou the sluggish mind dost spur 
 
 That without thee will not stir ; 
 
 Thou dost probe the wise man's care, 
 
 And his secret plans lay bare ; 
 
 Minds distraught with anxious fear 
 
 Thou dost bid be of good cheer ; 
 
 Added strength the poor man takes. 
 
 When of thee a friend he makes. 
 
 And, trusting thee has no alarms 
 
 From monarchs' crowns or soldiers' arms. 
 
 Bacchus shall lead thee to our feast. 
 
 And Venus if she will ; nor least, 
 
 The Graces, clinging hand to hand, 
 
 Shall on our table bid thee stand. 
 
 When candles shed their genial light ; 
 
 When Phoebus puts the stars to flight.
 
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 CARM. III. XXVI. 
 
 AD VENEREM. 
 
 Vixi puellis nuiDer idoneus, 
 Et militavi non sine gloria ; 
 
 Nunc arma defunctumque bello 
 Barbiton hie paries habebit, 
 Laevum marinae qui Veneris latus 
 Custodit. Hie, hie ponite lucida 
 Funalia et veetes et areus 
 Oppositis foribus minaees. 
 O quae beatam, diva, tenes Cyprum et 
 Memphin earentem Sithonia nive, 
 Regina, sublimi flagello 
 
 Tange Chloen semel arrogantem. 
 
 TO VENUS. 
 
 Thus far I have lived a fair mateh for the girls, 
 
 And eampaigned with some little renown, 
 But my arms and my lyre, as from war I retire, 
 
 I, vanquished and humble lay down. 
 The left wall of the temple of Venus shall hold 
 
 And shall keep all the tools of my trade ; 
 Here hang my bright torehes, my bow and my bars, 
 
 That onee many doors made afraid. 
 O goddess who rulest o'er Cyprus the rich 
 
 And Memphis free ever from snow. 
 As with scourge lifted high you pass Chloe by, 
 
 Give the arrogant damsel one blow.
 
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 CARM. rv. vir. 
 AD TORQUATUM. 
 
 DiFFUGERE nives, redeunt jam gramina campis, 
 
 Arboribusque comae ; 
 Mutat terra vices, et decrescentia ripas 
 
 Flumina praetereunt ; 
 Gratia cmn Nymphis geminisque sororibus audet 
 
 Ducere nuda chores. 
 Immortalia ne spores, monet annus et almum 
 
 Quae rapit hora diem. 
 Frigora mitescunt Zephyris ; ver proterit aestas, 
 
 Interitura simul 
 Pomifer x'Vuctumnus fruges effuderit, et mox 
 
 Bruma recurrit iners. 
 Damna tamen celeres reparant coelestia lunae : 
 
 Nos, ubi decidimus, 
 Quo pater Aeneas, quo dives Tullus et Ancus, 
 
 Pulvis et umbra sumus. 
 Quis scit, an adjiciant laodiernae crastina summae 
 
 Tempora di superi .-* 
 Cuncta manus avidas fugient haeredis, amico 
 
 Quae dederis animo. 
 Quum semel occideris et de te splendida Minos 
 
 Fecerit arbitria, 
 Non Torquate, genus, non te facundia, non te 
 
 Restituet pietas. 
 Infernis neque enim tenebris Diana pudicum 
 
 Liberat Hippolytum, 
 Nee Lethaea valet Theseus abrumpere caro 
 
 Vincula Pirithoo.
 
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 TO TORQUATUS. 
 
 The snows have fled, the trees their foliage clothes. 
 
 The grass the fields ; 
 The rivers lessening flow along, and frost 
 
 To sunshine yields ; 
 The Graces with their sister nymjDhs begin 
 
 To lead the dance ; 
 All things are fleeting here, says she who bids 
 
 The day advance. 
 The Zephyrs banish cold, and Summer comes, 
 
 So soon to die. 
 As fruity Autumn lavishes his store 
 
 And hurries by. 
 Recurring moons repair celestial loss ; 
 
 When we once fall. 
 Like Tullus and like Ancus rich we are 
 
 Dust, ashes all. 
 The Gods may not allow to-morrow's sun 
 
 On us to shine. 
 All things thy grasping heir shall lose which thou 
 
 Mak'st truly thine. 
 As soon as thou hast died, and Minos stern 
 
 Thy fate decides, 
 Not wealth nor piety, my friend, — ah no, 
 
 Nor wit besides, — 
 Can rescue thee. Though Dian strive, in hell 
 
 Her love must stay : 
 In vain will Theseus try Pirithous' bonds 
 
 To tear away.
 
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 CARM IV. XI. 
 
 AD PHYLLIDEM. 
 
 Est mihi nonum superantis annum 
 Plenus Albani cadus ; est in horto, 
 Phylli, nectendis apium coronis ; 
 
 Est hederae vis 
 Malta, qua crines religata fulges ; 
 Ridet argento domus ; ara castis 
 Vincta verbenis avet immolato 
 
 Spargier agno ; 
 Cuncta festinat inanus, hue et illuc 
 Cursitant mixtae pueris puellae ; 
 Sordidum flammae trepidant rotantes 
 
 Vertice fumum. 
 Ut tamen noris, quibus advoceris 
 Gaudiis, Idus tibi sunt agendae, 
 Qui dies mensem Veneris marinae 
 
 Findit Aprilem, 
 Jure solennis mihi, sanctiorque 
 Paene natali proprio, quod ex hac 
 Luce Maecenas meus affluentes 
 
 Ordinat annos. 
 Telephum, quem tu petis, occupavit, 
 Non tuae sortis juvenem, puella 
 Dives et lasciva, tenetque grata 
 
 Compede vinctum. 
 Terret ambustus Phaethon avaras 
 Spes, et exemplum grave praebet ales 
 Pegasus, terrenum equitem gravatus 
 
 Bellerophontem, 
 Semper ut te digna sequare, et, ultra 
 Quam licet sperare nefas putando, 
 Disparem vites. Age jam, meorum 
 
 Finis amorum, —
 
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 Non enim posthac alia calebo 
 Femina, — condisce modos, amanda 
 Voce quos reddas ; minuuntur atrae 
 Carmine curae. 
 
 TO PHYLLIS. 
 
 I HAVE a cask of Alban wine, 
 Ripened more than seasons nine ; 
 In the garden Phyllis, see, 
 Parsley-crowns I wreathe for thee ; 
 Store of ivy, too, is mine. 
 Bound with which your locks shall shine ; 
 Silver in the house you find ; 
 Vervains pure the altar bind, 
 On which a tender lamb we lay 
 In honor of this festal day. 
 All the house is full of glee. 
 Boys and girls run merrily 
 Up and down ; meanwhile the ffre 
 Whirls its smoky vertex higher. 
 But, that you may understand 
 All the joys for thee at hand. 
 Listen ! This is April's Ides, — 
 Venus-day the month divides. 
 Foam-born Venus from the sea 
 Rose this day ; and it to me 
 Holier is, more fit for mirth, 
 Than the day that gave me birth. 
 For Maecenas my delight, 
 On this day first saw the light. 
 From this day he counts his years 
 As each newer spring appears.
 
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 Telephus, for whom you burn, 
 Another loves, and in her turn 
 Holds the captive she has found 
 In a pleasing fetter bound. 
 Rich and wanton she, I trow ; 
 He a happier youth than thou. 
 Caution take from Phaethon, 
 Who, by steering near the sun, 
 Wrecked his hopes ; and Pegasus 
 Holds a warning up to us, — 
 Pegasus, who, out of spite. 
 Cast to earth his earth-born knighl. 
 What befits these seek, nor higher 
 Than becomes thy rank aspire. 
 
 Come, of all my loves the last, 
 Phyllis, come ; for in times past 
 I have loved: but nevermoie 
 Shall I love as heretofore. 
 Come and learn a song of me, — 
 From your lips 'twill sweeter be :, 
 Come and learn the strain, my fair, 
 Song can lessen gloomy care. 
 
 EPOD. II. 
 
 ALPHIUS. 
 
 *' Beatus ille, qui procul negotiis, 
 Ut prisca gens mortalium, 
 Paterna rura bubus exercet suis, 
 Solutus omni fenore.
 
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 Nequc excitatur classico miles truci, 
 
 Neqiie horret iratum mare, 
 Forumque vitat et superba civium 
 
 Potentiorum limina. 
 Ergo aut adulta vitium propagine 
 
 Altas maritat populos, 
 Aut in reducta valle mugientium 
 
 Prospectat errantes greges ; 
 Inutilesqvie falce ramos amputans 
 
 Feliciores inserit ; 
 Aut pressa puris mella condit amphoris ; 
 
 Aut tondet infirmas oves ; 
 Vel, cum decorum mitibus pomis caput 
 
 Auctumnus agris extulit, 
 Ut gaudet insitiva decerpens pira, 
 
 Certantem et uvam purpurae, 
 Qua muneretur te, Priape, et te, pater 
 
 Silvane, tutor finium ! 
 Libet jacere, modo sub antiqua ilice, 
 
 Modo in tenaci gramine. 
 Labuntur altis interim ripis aquae, 
 
 Queruntur in silvis aves, 
 Fontesque lymphis obstrepunt manantibus, 
 
 Somnos quod invitet leves. 
 At quum tonantis annus hibernus Jovis 
 
 Imbres nivesque comparat, 
 Aut trudit acres hinc et hinc multa cane 
 
 Apros in obstantes plagas, 
 Aut amite levi rara tendit retia, 
 
 Turdis edacibus dolos, 
 Pavidumque leporem et advenam laqueo gruc ni 
 
 Jucunda captat praemia. 
 Quis non malarum quas amor curas habct, 
 
 Haec inter obliviscitur ?
 
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 Quod si pudica mulicr in partem juvet 
 
 Domum atque dulces liberos, 
 Sabina qualis aut perusta solibus 
 
 Pernicis uxor Apuli, 
 Sacrum vetustis extruat lignis focum 
 
 Lassi sub adventum viri 
 Claudeiisque textis cratibus laetum pecus, 
 
 Distenta siccet ubera ; 
 Et liorna dulci vina promens dolio, 
 
   Dapes inemtas apparet ; 
 Non me Lucrina juverint conchylia, 
 
 Magisve rhombus aut scari, 
 Si quos Eois intonata fluctibus 
 
 Hiems ad hoc vertat mare ; 
 Non Afra avis descendat in ventrem meum, 
 
 Non attagen lonicus 
 Jucundior, quam lecta de pinguissimis 
 
 Oliva ram is arborum, 
 Aut herba lapathi prata amantis, et gravi 
 
 Malvae salubres corpori, 
 Vel agna festis caesa Terminalibus, 
 
 Vel haedus ereptus lupo. 
 
 Has inter epulas, ut juvat pastas oves 
 
 Videre properantes domum, 
 Videre fessos vomerem inv^ersum boves 
 
 Collo trahentes languido, 
 Positosque vernas, ditis examen domus, 
 
 Circum renidentes Lares ! " 
 Haec ubi locustus fenerator Alfius 
 
 Jam, jam futurus rusticus, 
 Omnem redegit Idibus pecuniam 
 
 Quaerit Kalcndis ponere.
 
 102 
 
 ALPHIUS. 
 
 " Happy the man who, free from care, 
 
 Like earth's most ancient race, 
 With oxen ploughs his father's field 
 
 Nor wears the usurer's face. 
 No soldier he, by trumpet stirred ; 
 
 He sails no angry main ; 
 The forum and Rome's haughty homes 
 
 Shall look for him in vain : 
 For now he weds the poplar tall 
 
 To full-grown shoots of vine, 
 Or in a winding valley views 
 
 His lowing herds of kine ; 
 Or prunes and grafts the useless trees, 
 
 Whose boughs their fruit refuse ; 
 Or stores up honey in pure jars, 
 
 Or shears the tender ewes. 
 Then, when Auctumnus shows his head, 
 
 Round which ripe apples shine, 
 With joy he plucks the grafted pear, 
 
 The clusters of the vine. 
 The purple bunches of the grape, 
 
 Priapus, thou shalt share ; 
 And thou, Silvanus god of bounds, 
 
 Shalt have a portion fair. 
 He loves to lie beneath old oaks. 
 
 Or on the grassy plain, 
 Where rivers glide 'twixt lofty banks, 
 
 Where birds in groves complain ; 
 Where fountains, bubbling at his feet, 
 
 Their murmuring courses keep, 
 And prattling, as they hurry on, 
 
 Invite to soothing sleep.
 
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 But when the wintry year of Jove 
 
 Makes ready rains and snows, 
 Against the boars, with dogs and nets, 
 
 The farmer hunting goes ; 
 Or spreads the toils with fowler's pole, 
 
 And thrushes so ensnares ; 
 And eatches, too, the travelled crane ; 
 
 Or else the timorous hares. 
 ('Mid scenes like this, who seeks intrigues, 
 
 With all their load of cares ?) 
 But if a modest wife beside 
 
 To him sweet children bears, 
 (A Sabine or Apulian bride. 
 
 Sun-burned, with nimble feet. 
 Who piles the hearth with well-dried logs, 
 
 At night her spouse to greet ; 
 And folding next the joyous cows, 
 
 Drains all their udders dry ; 
 And makes sweet wine of this year's growth 
 
 An unbought feast supply) 
 Lucrinian oysters nevermore 
 
 My palate shall delight, 
 Nor shall the turbot and the scar 
 
 Appease my appetite, 
 (Supposing storms from eastern seas 
 
 Should hither send these fish) ; 
 Nor shall the pheasant make for me 
 
 An appetizing dish. 
 Ionian moor-fowl I'll eschew. 
 
 To which the olive yields. 
 Though gathered from the richest boughs 
 
 In all the farmer's fields ; 
 Though sweeter 'tis than wholesome herbs 
 
 That in the meadows grow, —
 
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 Sweeter than lambs on festals slain, 
 
 Than kids snatched from their foe. 
 'Mid feasts like this to see the sheep. 
 
 Well fed, come home at night, 
 The weary ox bring back the plough, 
 
 And round the shining light 
 The slaves at rest, — the mansion's pride, 
 
 Is sure a pleasant sight ! " 
 Thus, then, the usurer Alphius said, 
 
 With mind on farming bent ; 
 And so called all his money in. 
 
 Which all next day he — lent. 
 
 LESBIA. 
 
 CATULLUS. 
 
 Ille mi par esse deo videtur 
 Ille, si fas est, superare divos, 
 Qui sedens adversus identidem te 
 Spectat et audit 
 
 Dulce ridentem, misero quod omnis 
 Eripit sensus mihi : nam simul te 
 Lesbi aspexi nihil est super mi. 
 
 Lingtia sed torpet, tenuis sub artus 
 Flamma demanat, sonitu suopte 
 Tintinant aures, gemina teguntur 
 Lumina nocte.
 
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 Otium Catulle tibi molestum est 
 Otio exultas nimiumque gestis. 
 Otium et reges privis et beatas 
 Perdidit urbes. 
 
 LESBIA. 
 
 He seems to me to equal the gods, 
 
 Or the gods, may I say, to outdo, 
 Who sits in the presence, and now and then looks 
 
 In the face, my darling, of you. 
 
 When I hear your sweet laugh, O Lesbia dear, 
 
 Of my senses I'm wholly bereft ; 
 And when once I have looked on your face so fair. 
 
 Of me there's not any thing left. 
 
 But my tongue grows dumb, and a subtle flame 
 
 My inmost senses pervades ; 
 My ears both ring with a noiseless sound, 
 
 And the light from my two eyes fades. 
 
 'Tis leisure Catullus, that troubles you, man ; 
 
 In leisure you frolic and sing : 
 'Tis idleness ruins, as nothing else can, 
 
 Full many a rich city and king.
 
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 AD FABULLUM. 
 
 CATULLUS. 
 
 Cenabis bene mi Fabulle apud me 
 
 Paucis, si tibi dii favent diebus, 
 
 Si tecum attuleris bonam atque magnam 
 
 Cenam, non sine Candida puella 
 
 Et vino et sale et omnibus cachinnis. 
 
 Haec si inquam attuleris venuste noster 
 
 Cenabis bene : nam tui Catulli 
 
 Plenus sacculus est aranearum. 
 
 Sed contra accipies meros amores 
 
 Seu quid suavius elegantiusve est ; 
 
 Nam unguentum dabo quod meae puellae 
 
 Donarunt Veneres Cupidinesque, 
 
 Quod tu cum olfacies deos rogabis 
 
 Totum ut te faciant Fabulle nasum. 
 
 TO FABULLUS. 
 
 You shall dine very well, Fabullus, with me, 
 
 A few days hence, if the gods be kind. 
 
 Provided you bring a dinner with you, 
 
 Well cooked and abundant, — and leave not behind 
 
 Wine and salt and a pretty girl 
 
 With merry jokes. If these you provide 
 
 You shall dine very well ; for Catullus' purse 
 
 Has nothing at all but cobwebs inside. 
 
 But, on the other hand, take you my love ; 
 
 Or stay, something sweeter I have to bestow, — 
 
 A perfume I'll give you, sweet to the smell. 
 
 Sent to my girl sortie few days ago 
 
 By Venus, and Cupid, who followed her car ; 
 
 Which, when you have smelled, more sweet than the rose. 
 
 The gods you will entreat, Fabullus, my friend. 
 
 That you may become one enormous nose.
 
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 109 
 
 THOU, O TROY. 
 
 Thou, my native Troy, no longer 
 Shall a virgin fortress be ; 
 For a cloud of foemen stronger 
 With the sword have taken thee. 
 Thou hast lost thy crown of turrets. 
 And in smoke hast wrapped thy head. 
 And thy streets, O wretched city ! 
 I again shall never tread. 
 
 It was midnight when I perished, 
 When sleep after feasts is sweet, 
 When at length my husband cherished 
 Homeward turned his weary feet. 
 He, of festal dances leader, 
 Threw himself upon the bed, 
 When his faithful sword too gladly 
 He had hung above his head, 
 For no longer hostile war ships 
 Filled the Trojan town with dread. 
 I was braiding up my tresses, 
 And with fillets bound my hair. 
 While from lamps and golden mirrors 
 Countless beams filled all the air. 
 Then a noise swept through the city, 
 And this cry made each heart burn, — 
 " When, ye Grecian warriors, will ye 
 Sack this Ilion. and return ? " 
 I, clad like a Doric maiden. 
 Left my couch and ran with speed. 
 Seeking then, all sorrow-laden, 
 Help from Artemis in my need.
 
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 But her temple reached I never : 
 
 Soldiers seize and drag away 
 
 Me from home and Troy forever, 
 
 And my husband foully slay. 
 
 O'er the briny deep they led me, 
 
 Looking toward my native town, 
 
 When the ships their tall sails hoisted, 
 
 And the towers of Troy sank down. 
 
 Then the Dioscuri's sister 
 
 Cursed I as I sailed away 
 
 And her leman, evil Paris, — 
 
 They whose marriage brought this day. 
 
 Marriage ! Call it that name never : 
 
 Call it vengeful Fury's hate, 
 
 That doth Troy and Trojans sever, 
 
 And leaves me all desolate. 
 
 Never may she safe see Sparta, 
 
 Sailing o'er the ocean's foam. 
 
 Nor by favoring breezes wafted 
 
 May she reach her father's home.
 
 Ill 
 
 IMA J 02. 
 
 XXII. — 437-515. 
 
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 112 
 
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 7]Qt.7ts 5' t^onioco, and 8s ^vpjv h/.anvoaev. 
 
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 ex dofiov "'Hsrmvog, tTtei tioqb fiVQia idva. 
 
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 at i [lEzd acpi'oiv tijov dzvl^oiu'vijv dTtoXsa&ai. 
 
 rj d' Inst ovv dfxnvvzo y.ai. tg (fQsva &V[idg dyi'()\}t], 
 
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 XriQTiv Iv ^sydQoiar Ttd'i'g 8' hi vi'imog avxtag, 484 
 
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 zov 8s xal ducpi&aXijg fcx Saizvog lazvcpsXi^Ev, 
 
 IEqgIv nenXriydig y.al 6pei8eioioiv IviGomv 
 
 'eqq ovzcog' ov aog ye TtazijQ nEza8aivvzai rjfuv.' 
 
 8a>iQv6£ig ds' t' dveiGi Ttdig eg ntjzsqa xi'iQrjv,
 
 113 
 
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 avraQ oO'' vrtvog eXoi, navaaixo re vrptia'jievcov, 
 
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 vvv 8' av Ttollii nu\}ii6i, (pilov djto TtatQog ajxaQZcov, 
 
 'y4orvdva^, ov TQMsg tTlUXijaiv xaXt'ovoiv 506 
 
 olog yag 6cpiv eQvao nvXag xal xw/eo. fxaxQci 
 
 vvv 8f as. ^h TtaQoc vijvgI 'AOQoin'oi, voaqi xox/jcov, 
 
 aioXai evXai sdovxai, tftn hs xvreg •AOQiacovzai, 
 
 Xvfivov axan xoi eifiax^ tvi jieydgoiai xt'oixai cio 
 
 Xenza xe xai 'j[aoievta, XEXvyju'ia ^ffoa/ yvvarAm'. 
 
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 'iig sgjccro aXaiova', im ds ax£vd]^ovxo yvvuiXEg. 515 
 
 10*
 
 114 
 
 ILIAD. 
 
 XXII. 437-515- 
 
 She, weeping, spake ; but Hector's wife as yet 
 Knew not the truth. No messenger had come 
 To explain her husband's stay outside the walls ; 
 But in the hall's recess she wove a web 
 Purple and double, and she mingled in 
 Bright blossoms with the texture of the cloth. 
 Her fair-haired maids throughout the house she bade 
 Place by the fire a caldron huge to bathe 
 Hector's tired limbs, when from the fight he came. 
 Foolish ! who knew not then, that, far from baths, 
 Pallas had slain him by Achilles' hands. 
 But when she heard the wailing from the tower, 
 Her limbs all shook, — she let her shuttle fall, 
 And thus addressed her fair-haired maids again : 
 " Come hither, follow, two of you with me : 
 I fain would see what deeds have here been wrought. 
 I heard my mother's words, and then my heart 
 Leaps to my mouth, my knees with fear grow numb ; 
 Some evil sure o'er Priam's sons impends. 
 Would that my ear might miss her speech ! for now 
 I greatly fear that Peleus' son pursues 
 Brave Hector from the city towards the plain, 
 And makes an end of all that prowess sad 
 By which he dwelt not with the common herd, 
 But far outran them, — like in might to none." 
 Thus saying, through the hall she rushed insane 
 With throbbing heart : her handmaids with her went ; 
 And when she reached the tower and throng of men. 
 With timorous glance she stood upon the wall, 
 And saw her Hector dragged before the town 
 By reckless steeds swift to the Achaian ships.
 
 115 
 
 Then gloomy night enveloped both her eyes ; 
 
 Backward she fell and breathed out all her soul ; 
 
 Far from her head she cast the shining ties, 
 
 The wreath, the head-dress with the woven net, 
 
 And veil which golden Aphrodite gave • 
 
 The day when crested Hector wedded her, 
 
 Eetion's child, and countless gifts bestowed. 
 
 A train of sisters stand around to tend 
 
 Andromache, brought nigh to death by fear. 
 
 But when her breath returned, and sense came back, 
 
 With bursting sobs the matrons she addressed : 
 
 " Ah, me, O Hector ! So one fate we had, 
 
 We two, — thou here in Priam's house in Troy, 
 
 And I in Thebes, — 'neath Placos rich in woods. 
 
 Within Eetion's walls who nurtured me, 
 
 Ill-fated daughter of a wretched sire. 
 
 Would that he never had begotten me ! 
 
 But now thou goest underneath the earth 
 
 To Hades' realms, and me bereaved dost leave 
 
 To hateful sorrow in thy father's house. 
 
 Astyanax as yet is but a babe, 
 
 Whom thou and I of evil fate brought forth. 
 
 No profit, Hector, wilt thou be to him, 
 
 Nor he to thee ; for should he now escape 
 
 This sad Achaian war still toil and woes 
 
 Hereafter shall be his, and other men 
 
 Shall rob him of his fields. The day that makes 
 
 Thy boy an orphan steals his friends away. 
 
 His head hangs down ; his cheeks are wet with grief ; 
 
 His father's comrades he in need accosts. 
 
 Plucking the cloak of one, the other's coat ; 
 
 And one in pity offers him a cup, 
 
 Which wets his lips, but never slakes his thirst. 
 
 Some happier man shall thrust him from the meal
 
 ii6 
 
 Smitten with blows, reviled with cutting words : 
 
 ' Begone ! Not e'en thy father feasts with us.' 
 
 Then to his mother, full of tears, returns 
 
 Astyanax, who once on Hector's knees 
 
 Ate marrow only and the fat of sheep ; 
 
 And when sleep seized him, and he ceased from play, 
 
 Slept sound on couches, in his nurse's arms. 
 
 On softest beds, filled in his heart with joy. 
 
 But now, bereft of thee, he suffers woes, — 
 
 Astyanax, so named since thou alone 
 
 Didst Priam's city's gates and walls defend. 
 
 Far from thy parents, by the beaked ships. 
 
 Thee crawling worms shall eat, when greedy dogs 
 
 Have had their fill. Naked thou art, although 
 
 Robes fine and graceful in thy palace lie, 
 
 Which, wrought by women's hands, I will consume 
 
 With blazing fire, — no profit now to thee. 
 
 Since thou shalt never lie on them, but they 
 
 Shall honor thee before the Trojan folk." 
 
 She weeping spake : the matrons with her mourned. 
 
 PRINZESSIN ILSE. 
 
 HEINE. 
 
 ICH bin die Prinzessin Use, 
 
 Und wohne im Ilsenstein ; 
 
 Komm mit mir nach meinem schlosse, 
 
 Wir wollen selig sein.
 
 117 
 
 Dein haupt will ich benetzen 
 
 Mit meiner klaren Well', 
 
 Du sollst deine Schmerzen vergessen, 
 
 Du sorgenkranker Gesell ! 
 
 In meinen weissen Armen, 
 An meiner weissen Brust, 
 Da sollst du liegen und traumen 
 Von alter Miirchenlust. 
 
 Ich will dich kiissen und herzen, 
 Wie ich geherzt und gekiisst 
 Den lieben Kaiser Heinrich 
 Der nun gestorben ist. 
 
 Es bleiben todt die Todten, 
 Und nur der Lebendige lebt ; 
 Und ich bin schon und bliihend, 
 Mein lachendes Herze bebt. 
 
 Und bebt mein Herz dort unten 
 So klingt mein krystallenes Schloss, 
 Es tanzen die Fraulein und Ritter, 
 Es jubelt der Knappentross. 
 
 Es rauschen seidenen Schleppen, 
 Es klirren die Eisenspor'n, 
 Die Zwerge trompeten und pauken, 
 Und fideln und blasen das Horn. 
 
 Doch dich soil mein Arm umschlingen 
 Wie er Kaiser Heinrich umschlang : 
 Ich hielt ihm zu die Ohren, 
 Wenn die Trompet' erklang. 
 
 a
 
 ii8 
 
 PRINCESS ILSE. 
 
 I AM the Princess Use, 
 
 And I live in Ilsenstein : 
 Come with me to my castle, 
 
 And a happy lot is thine. 
 
 Thy head will I besprinkle 
 
 With water fresh and fair : 
 Thy sorrow all thou shalt forget. 
 
 Though sick at heart with care. 
 
 My soft white arms shall hold thee 
 
 Close to my whiter breast, 
 And, lulled with dreams of fairy land, 
 
 Thou there shalt take thy rest. 
 
 I will kiss thee and embrace thee, 
 
 As I kissed and held the head 
 Of the noble Emperor Henry, 
 
 Who now is with the dead. 
 
 The dead are dead and buried, 
 
 And only the living live ; 
 But I am fair and blooming. 
 
 With a merry heart to give. 
 
 My heart throbs 'neath the water, 
 
 And my crystal castle rings : 
 The knight with the ladies dances, 
 
 The squire huzzas and sings. 
 
 'Mid the rustle of silken dresses, 
 
 The clatter of spurs is heard ; 
 And with fiddles and horns and kettle-drums 
 
 The listeners' blood is stirred.
 
 119 
 
 But thee shall the arms encircle 
 That held the Emperor fast, 
 
 And stopped his ears with their fingers 
 When I heard the trumpet's blast. 
 
 For I am the Princess Use, 
 
 And in Ilsenstein I dwell : 
 Come home with me to my castle, 
 
 And all with thee shall be well. 
 
 DIE JUNGFRAU. 
 
 HEINE. 
 
 Die Jungfrau schlaft in der Kammer, 
 Der Mond schaut zitternd hinein ; 
 Da draussen singt es und klingt es, 
 Wie walzermelodein. 
 
 Ich will mal schau'n aus dem Fenster 
 Wer drunten stort meine Ruh'. 
 Da steht ein Todtengerippe, 
 Und fidelt und singt dazu : 
 
 Hast einst mir den Tanz versprochen, 
 Und hast gebrochen dein Wort, 
 Und heut ist Ball auf dem Kirchof, 
 Komm mit, wir tanzen dort. 
 
 Die Jungfrau ergrift es gewaltig ; 
 Es lockt sie hervor aus dem Haus ; 
 Sie folgt dem Gerippe, das singend 
 Und fidelnd schreitet voraus.
 
 I20 
 
 Es fidelt unci tanzelt und hiipfet, 
 Und klappert mit seinem Gebein, 
 Und nickt und nickt mit dem Schadel 
 Unheimlich in Mondenscliein. 
 
 THE MAIDEN. 
 
 HEINE. 
 
 The maiden sleeps in her chamber, 
 The tremulous moon looks in ; 
 Outside is singing and ringing, 
 And waltzing tunes begin. 
 
 " I will look and see from my window 
 Who troubles my rest outside." 
 A skeleton stands in the moonlight there, 
 And fiddles and sings beside. 
 
 "Thou didst promise me a dance once, 
 And thy word thou dost not keep. 
 To-night is a ball in the churchyard : 
 We'll dance while other folk sleep." 
 
 He seizes the maiden roughly. 
 And pulls her out of her bed : 
 She follows the bones that, singing 
 And fiddling, stride ahead. 
 
 He fiddles and dances and capers. 
 And rattles his bones long dead. 
 And horridly in the moonlight 
 Keeps nodding and nodding his head.
 
 121 
 
 DIE ROSE. 
 
 HEINE. 
 
 Die Rose, die Lilie, die Taube, die Sonne, 
 Die liebt' ich einst alle in Liebeswonne. 
 Ich lieb' sie nicht mehr, ich liebe alleine 
 Die Kleine, die Feine, die Reine, die Eine ; 
 Sie selber, aller Liebe Bronne 
 1st Rose, und Lilie und Taube und Sonne. 
 
 THE ROSE. 
 
 The rose, the lily, the dove, the sun, 
 I loved them all and every one. 
 I love them no more, — I love alone 
 The little, the pretty, the pure, the one ; 
 Herself the source and fount of Love 
 Is rose and lily and sun and dove. 
 
 FREUNDSCHAFT. 
 
 HEINE, 
 
 Freundschaft, Liebe, Stein der Weisen, 
 Diese dreie hort' ich jDreisen, 
 Und ich pries und suchte sie, 
 Aber ach ! ich fand sie nie. 
 
 FRIENDSHIP. 
 
 Friendship, love, the philosopher's stone, 
 These three I heard praised ever : 
 I praised and sought them as well as the rest, 
 But ah ! I found them never.
 
 122 
 
 VERSPOTTE NICHT DEN TEUFEL. 
 
 HEINE. 
 
 Mensch ! verspotte nicht den Teufel, 
 Kurz ist 3 a die Lebensbahn, 
 Und die ewige Verdammniss 
 Ist kein blosser Pobelswahn. 
 
 Mensch ! bezahle deine Schulden, 
 Lang ist ja die Lebesbahn, 
 Und du must noch manchmal borgen 
 Wie du es so oft gethan. 
 
 MOCK NOT THE DEVIL. 
 
 Man ! mock not the Devil : 
 Life is short at the best, 
 
 And eternal damnation 
 Is no matter for jest. 
 
 Man^. pay up thy debts: 
 You've a long race to run, 
 
 And you'll have often to borrow, 
 As you often have done.
 
 123 
 
 ADONIS. 
 
 HEINE. 
 
 Das ist des Friihlings traurige Lust ! 
 Die bliihenden Madchen, die wilde Schaar, 
 Sic sturmen dahin, mit flatterndem Haar, 
 Und Jammergeheul und entblosster Brust : 
 
 Adonis ! Adonis ! 
 
 Es sinkt die Nacht. Bei Fackelschein 
 Sie suchen bin und her im Wald', 
 Der angstverwirret wiederhallt, 
 
 Von Weinen und Lachen und Schluchzen und Schrei'n ; 
 
 Adonis ! Adonis ! 
 
 Das wunderschone Junglingsbild, 
 Es liegt am Boden blass und todt, 
 Das Blut fiirbt alle Blumen roth, 
 Und Klagelaut die Luft erfullt : — 
 
 Adonis ! Adonis ! 
 
 ADONIS. 
 
 This is mournful pleasure of spring ! 
 The blooming maidens who wildly sing 
 As they storm away with loosened hair, 
 And howls of sorrow, and breast stripped bare, 
 
 Adonis ! Adonis ! 
 
 The night comes on. By torches' glare 
 They search the wood through here and there: 
 The forest confused gives back their cries 
 Of weeping and laughing and sobbing and sighs, 
 
 Adonis ! Adonis !
 
 124 
 
 The youth so wondrous fair lies dead, 
 His blood stains all the blossoms red j 
 On earth he lies all pale and still, 
 While cries of grief the spring air fill, 
 Adonis ! Adonis ! 
 
 SAPHIRE SIND DIE AUGEN DEIN. 
 
 HEINE. 
 
 Saphire sind die Augen dein. 
 Die lieblichen, die siissen ; 
 O, dreimal gliicklich ist der Mann, 
 Den sie mit Liebe begriissen. 
 
 Dein Herz, es ist ein Diamant, 
 Der edle Lichter spriihet ; 
 O, dreimal glucklich ist der Mann, 
 Fiir den es liebend gliihet, 
 
 Rubinen sind die Lippen dein, 
 Mann kann nicht schon're sehen ; 
 O, dreimal glucklich ist der Mann, 
 Dem sie die Liebe gestehen. 
 
 O, kennt ich nur den gliicklichen Mann, 
 O, dass ich ihn nur fande. 
 So recht allein im griinen Wald, 
 Sein Gluck hatt bald ein Ende.
 
 125 
 
 SAPPHIRES ARE THY EYES. 
 
 Sapphires are thy eyes, 
 So lovely and so sweet ; 
 Thrice happy is the man 
 Whom they with love do greet. 
 
 A diamond is thy heart, 
 
 That glorious splendor throws ; 
 
 Thrice happy is the man 
 
 For whom that dear heart glows. 
 
 Rubies are thy lips, 
 None fairer are to see : 
 Thrice happy is the man 
 Whose rubies bright these be. 
 
 Could I but find this man 
 In a lonesome green wood, 
 His luck should all leave him, 
 On the spot where he stood.
 
 FABULAE QUAEDAM. 
 
 [I have given here a few fables not generally found in the school edi- 
 tions, and corrected by an examination of the accessible codices. At the 
 request of the publishers, I have added English translations, in order that 
 readers unfamiliar with Latin may be able to appreciate the strikingly 
 modern tone of these stories.] 
 
 "7
 
 RUSTICUS INCOMPTUS. 
 
 RusTicus amico quondam dixit, se non intelligere posse 
 quo fiebat ut multi capillos comere possent cotidie cum 
 ipse caesariem bis in anno tantum comendo horribile vexa- 
 retur. 
 
 Haec fabula nobis docet ut usus multa facilia reddit quae 
 inexpertis insuperabilia videantur. 
 
 THE UNKEMPT RUSTIC. 
 
 A COUNTRY fellow once said to a friend that he could not 
 understand how some people can comb their hair every day, 
 for it almost killed him to comb his own once in six months. 
 
 This fable shows that practice makes easy many things 
 which appear iinpossible to the inexpert. 
 
 FUR TERRITUS. 
 
 Duo fures quondam nocte surgebant ut cerasa ex arbore 
 
 quadam surriperent. Itaque in arborem scandebant ubi 
 
 unus in bifurco ramo infixus manus in braccarum sacculos 
 
 intrudere conabatur ut cultro inde detracto ramisque ab- 
 
 129
 
 I30 
 
 scisis se liberaret. Sed in tenebris et festinans se male ves 
 tierat et braccas reversas induerat. 
 
 Sic cum sacculum non invenire potuit se a Jove celeriter 
 punitum fuisse ratus et terrore impletus sodali vociferavit 
 " Vae mihi Jacobe ! detortus sum." Haec fabula docet non 
 furem oportere se festinantem vestire. 
 
 THE FRIGHTENED THIEF. 
 
 Two thieves once went by night to steal cherries. Hav- 
 ing climbed into a tree, one of them got wedged in between 
 two branches, and tried to thrust his hands into his pockets, 
 in order to take out his knife and cut himself free. But when 
 he dressed himself in the dark, and in a hurry, he put on his 
 breeches wrong side before. 
 
 So, unable to find his pockets, and thinking the judgment 
 of heaven was upon him, he shouted to his companion, " Och, 
 Jamie, I'm twisted ! " This fable shows that a thief should 
 not dress himself in a hurry. 
 
 PUER ET SCARABEUS. 
 
 PuER quidam in ludo literarum scarabeum habuit cum quo 
 saepe in scrinio magistro negligente, se oblectabat. Sed 
 magister tandem puerum ludentem et libros negligentem 
 sensit, et propius accessit cum puer ne causa desidiae dep- 
 rehenderetur scarabeum arripuit et devoravit. 
 
 Haec fabula docet pueros multa concoquere posse a quibus 
 valde horremus.
 
 131 
 
 THE BOY AND THE BEETLE. 
 
 A certain school-boy had a pet beetle with which he used 
 to amuse himself in his desk when the master was not watch- 
 ing him. But one day the master, observing the boy playing 
 and neglecting bis books, came up to him, when the boy, for 
 fear the cause of his idleness should be detected, seized the 
 beetle and devoured it. 
 
 This fable teaches that boys can digest many things from 
 which we shrink with horror. 
 
 PATERFAMILIAS IRATUS. 
 
 Paterfamilias uxori suae uvas in vinea optimas se ab- 
 sente devoratas esse querebatur. Cui ilia respondit, " Galli- 
 nae hoc fecerunt." Tum ille furens exclamavit, "Suspicor 
 eas bipedes gallinas fuisse." 
 
 THE ANGRY FATHER. 
 
 The father of a family complained to his wife that the best 
 grapes in his vineyard had been devoured in his absence. 
 She replied, "The hens .did it." Then he wrathfully ex- 
 claimed, " I guess they were two-legged hens ! "
 
 132 
 
 AETHIOPS STULTUS. 
 
 Aethiops senex se non comprehendere posse dixit quo fit 
 Lit Luna solis noctibus illustribus lucem daret, cum non 
 radiis ejus opus esset. 
 
 Haec fabula docet Aethiopem stultum fuisse. 
 
 THE FOOLISH NEGRO. 
 
 An old negro said he could not see why the moon should 
 shine only on bright nights when her light is not needed. 
 The fable shows that the negro was a fool. 
 
 PUERI ET BUFO. 
 
 PuERi Aethiopes discalceati quondam segetes in horto 
 
 arculabant. Unus exclamabat alteri, "Bufonem video, ne 
 
 loveas te et occidam ilium." His verbis sarculum gravem 
 
 dlte sustulit et omnibus viribus enixus non bufonem sed 
 
 amici pollicem elisit. 
 
 Haec fabula docet pollicem Aethiopis persimilem esse 
 bufoni. 
 
 THE BOYS AND THE TOAD. 
 
 Some barefooted negro boys were once hoeing the crops 
 in a garden. One of them exclaimed, " I see a toad : hold 
 still and I will kill him." So saying, he lifted up his heavy 
 hoe, and swinging it with all his might smashed, not a toad, 
 but his companion's great toe. 
 
 The fable shows us that a negro's toe is very like a toad.
 
 133 
 
 MULIER ET OLEAE. 
 
 MuLiER quaedam quae nunquam olivas viderat ad coe- 
 nam invitabatur ubi oleae ei apponebantur. 
 
 Tres baccas avide sumpsit et eas dulces rata in os trusit. 
 Continuo nauseavit et manibus ad faciem applicatis e coena- 
 culo fugit. 
 
 Fabula docet edacitem evitandam esse. 
 
 THE WOMAN AND THE OLIVES. 
 
 A woman who had never seen an olive was once invited 
 to a dinner where olives were set before her. Thinking 
 them to be a sweet fruit, she seized three, and thrust them 
 in her mouth. Straightway she became sick at her stomach, 
 and, clapping her hands to her face, ran from the dining-room. 
 
 This fable teaches us to avoid greediness.
 
 IN PREPARATION. 
 
 THE 
 
 OYLS OF THEOCRITUS 
 
 TEXT AND LATIN NOTES. 
 
 "With an Introductory Ussay upon the Influence of Theocritus 
 
 on Modern Foetry^ 
 
 By I, M. MERRICK, B. Sc. 
 
 HENRY L SHEPARD & CO., 
 
 31 HA\VLEY STREET, BOSTON.
 
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