GIFT OF 
 
 
MEMORIES 
 SCHOOL DAYS 
 
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 WILLIAM HATHORN MILLS 
 
 Printed for Private Distribution 
 
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 SAN BERNARDINO, CALIFORNIA 
 
 BARNUM & FLAGG COMPANY 
 
 1921 
 
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PHILLIS is my only joy, 
 Faithless as the wind or seas; 
 Sometimes coming, sometimes coy, 
 Yet she never fails to please. 
 If with a frown 
 I am cast down, 
 Phillis, smilin^ 
 And beguiling. 
 Makes me happier than before. 
 
 Though, alas! too late J find 
 
 Nothing can her fancy fix, 
 Yet, the moment she is kind, 
 
 I forgive her all her tricks; 
 Which tffbugh I see, 
 I can't get free; 
 She deceiving, 
 I believing, 
 What need lovers wish for more? 
 
 Sir Charles Sedley. 
 
OMNES ante alias Phyllida diligo, 
 Quae ventis levior, quae levior mari, 
 Sit nunc difficilis, nunc facilis, licet, 
 
 Nunquam non placuit mini. 
 Me contracta minis frons quoties gravi 
 Cura sollicitat, pectora protinus 
 Ridens laeta magis quam prius efficit 
 
 Phyllis, fallere doctior. 
 Quamvis comperiam, serius heu! nihil 
 Mentem posse diu fi^ere mobilem, 
 Se vero simul ac praestet amabilem 
 
 Omnes non memini dplos. 
 Quos quanquam video, sed fugere impotens 
 Vinclis illaqueor; sic facilem nimis 
 Falli fallit adhuc; at meliore amans 
 
 Ecquis sorte frui velit? 
 
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 WEEP no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, 
 For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, 
 Sunk tho' he be beneath the watery floor. 
 So sinks the day-star in the Ocean bed, 
 And yet anon repairs his drooping 1 head. 
 And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore 
 Flames in the forehead of the morning sky. 
 So Lycidas sank low, but mounted high, 
 Thro' the dear love of Him that walked the waves, 
 Where other proves and other streams along, 
 With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, 
 And hears the unexpressive nuptial song 
 In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. 
 There entertain him all the Saints above 
 In solemn troops and sweet societies 
 That sing, and singing in their glory move. 
 And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. 
 Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more; 
 Henceforth thou art the genius of the shore, 
 In thv large recompense, and shalt be good 
 To all that wander in that perilous flood. 
 
 John Milton. 
 
II. 
 
 SISTITE, pastores tristes, iam sistite fletus; 
 Deperiit neque enim Lycidas quern fletis 
 
 ademptum, 
 
 Oceani quamvis recubet sub tfurjfite mersus; 
 Non aliter condit voltus modo Lucifer undis 
 Aequoreis, at mox pronum caput erifcit; idem 
 Luce nova reparat radios, auroque refictus 
 Depellit noctem, et medio splendescit Olympo. 
 Sic pelago mersus Lycidas surrexit ad astra, 
 Illius auxilio ponti super aequora quondam 
 Qui direxit iter, qua nunc nova flumina propter, 
 Silvasque insolitas, asperpnt nectare crines 
 Ambrosios, atque audit inenarrabile carmen 
 Connubii, in refirnis laetis et amore beatis. 
 Illic excipiunt Lycidan coetusque manusque 
 Caelicolum dulces, semper qui carmina cantant, 
 Cantantesque errant passim ^uttasque tepentes 
 Abstergunt oculis, atque ora madentia siccant. 
 Pastores, Lycida, lacrymas tenuere caducas; 
 Nonne vides? Genius posthac agnosceris orae, 
 Praemia larpa tibi, et nautas tutaberis omnes 
 Oceani tumidas peragrant qui navibus undas. 
 
III. 
 
 THE water-lily to the light 
 Her chalice rearM of silver bright; 
 The doe awoke, and to the lawn, 
 Begemm'd with dew-drops, led her fawn; 
 The gray mist left the mountain-side; 
 The torrent show'd its glistening pride; 
 Invisible in flecked sky 
 The lark sent down her revelry; 
 The blackbird and the speckled thrush 
 Good-morrow gave from brake and bush; 
 In answer coo'd the cushat dove 
 Her notes of peace, and rest, and love. 
 
 Sir Walter Scott. 
 
III. 
 
 EXPLICAT argenteos calices ad lumina solis 
 Eoi mediis insita lotos aquis; 
 Experrecta salit subolemque ad gramma ducit 
 
 Dama, ubi distinguit roscidus umor agros; 
 Rarescunt nebulae iuga per declivia mentis; 
 
 Luce nova rutilans fluminis unda micat. 
 Sublata ex oculis, volitans per nubila caeli, 
 
 Desuper exultans mittit alauda melos; 
 Interea turdique diem merulaeque salutant, 
 
 Qua filices inter densa rubeta virent; 
 Murmure respondet blando vicina palumbes, 
 
 Ingeminans placidos pace et amore modos. 
 
IV. 
 
 THERE is mist on the mountain, and night on the 
 vale, 
 
 But more dark is the sleep of the sons of the Gael. 
 A stranger commanded it sunk on the land; 
 It has frozen each heart, and benumb'd every hand. 
 The dirk and the target lie sordid with dust; 
 The bloodless claymore is but redden'd with rust; 
 On the hill or the glen if a gun should appear. 
 It is only to war with the heath-cock or deer. 
 The deeds of our sires if our bards should rehearse, 
 Let a blush or a blow be the meed of their verse! 
 Be mute every string, and be hush'd every tone, 
 That shall bid us remember the fame that is flown. 
 But the dark hours of night and of slumber are past; 
 The morn on our mountains is dawning at last! 
 Glenaladale's peaks are illumed with the rays, 
 And the streams of Glenfinnan leap bright in the 
 blaze. 
 
 Sir Walter Scott. 
 
IV. 
 
 MONTE sedent nebulae; stat vallis opaca tenebris; 
 Sed Galli somno lugubriore cubant. 
 Advena mandavit; terrae sopor ingruit, et iam 
 
 Cuncta manus torpet; pectora cuncta rigent. 
 Sanguinis ignarus robigine tingitur ensis; 
 
 Pulvere iam sicae scutaaue foeda iacent. 
 Per iuga, per saltus, visa est si forte sagitta, 
 
 Non nisi mentis aves capreolosve petit 
 Fortia maiorum referant si gesta poetae, 
 
 Sit pudor aut ictus praemia digna modis. 
 Omne melos sileat. rumpantur fila lyrarum, 
 
 Quae nobis revocant quod fuit ante decus. 
 Sed noctis fugere horae, fugere soporis; 
 
 Iam tandem albescit montibus orta dies; 
 Surgentis Phoebi radiis iuga celsa rubescunt, 
 
 Et splendore micans fluminis unda salit. 
 
V, 
 
 WHERE shall the lover rest 
 Whom the fates sever 
 From his true maiden's breast, 
 
 Parted for ever? 
 Where, thro' proves deep and high. 
 
 Sounds the far billow; 
 Where early violets die 
 Under the willow. 
 
 There, thro* the summer day. 
 
 Cool streams are laving; 
 There, while the tempests sway, 
 
 Scarce are boughs waving; 
 There thy rest shalt thou take, 
 
 Parted for ever, 
 Never again to wake, 
 
 Never, O never! 
 
 Sir Walter Scott. 
 
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V. 
 
 /CARPET infelix ubi amans quietem, 
 ^ Saeva quern fida procul a puella 
 Fata secernunt, profugum per omne 
 
 Tempus ab ilia? 
 
 Qua per excelsos nemorum recessus 
 Mugiunt fluctus pelagi remoti: 
 Flos ubi primus yiolae sali^nis 
 
 Marcet in umbris: 
 Qua per ardorem Canis aestuosi 
 Amnis algentes lavat unda ripas: 
 Qua per insanae rabiem procellae 
 
 Vix tremit arbos: 
 
 Hie, in aeternum profugus, frueria 
 Debita tandem requie, nee ulla 
 Dormientis vox poterit perennem 
 
 Rumpere somnum. 
 
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VI. 
 
 THE sun is rising dimly red; 
 The wind is wailing low and dread; 
 From his cliff the eagle sallies; 
 Leaves the wolf his darksome valleys; 
 In the midst the ravens hover; 
 Peep the wild dogs from their cover; 
 Screaming, croaking, baying, yelling, 
 Each in his wild accents telling: 
 "Soon we'll feast on dead and dying; 
 Fair-haired Harold's flag is flying". 
 
 Many a crest on air is streaming; 
 Many a helmet darkly gleaming; 
 Many an arm the ax up rears 
 Doomed to hew the wood of spears. 
 All along the crowded ranks 
 Horses neigh, and armour clanks; 
 Chiefs are shouting, clarions ringing. 
 Louder still the bard is singing: 
 "Gather footmen, gather horsemen; 
 To the field, ye gallant Norsemen". 
 
 Sir Walter Scott 
 
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VI. 
 
 VIX ruber exoritur subfusco lumine Phoebus; 
 Submisso ventus murmure triste gemit; 
 Destituunt aquilae clivos, latera ardua mentis; 
 
 Deque nigris properant vallibus, ecce, lupi; 
 Desuper in medio dependent aethere corvi; 
 
 E latebris spectant, effera turba, canes; 
 Exululant, latrant, strident, raucumque minantur, 
 
 Clamantes propriis vocibus usque minas: 
 Corpora defunctorum et qui moriuntur edemus; 
 
 Auricomi volitant Martia signa ducis. 
 Plurima nimbosas fluitat crista alba per auras; 
 
 Plurima nign"anti cassida luce micat; 
 Plurima vibratur dextra minitante bipennis. 
 
 Quae silvam hastarum, saepta inimica, metat. 
 Undique per densas acies turmasque virorum 
 
 Hinnit ecus, pugnae conscms, arma crepant; 
 lussa duces clamant, litui taratantara dicunt. 
 
 Clarius at vatis carmen in aure sonat: 
 Eia agite heroes omnes, peditesque equitesque; 
 
 Quos Aquilo adflavit, surgite; pugna vocat. 
 
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VII 
 
 O SILVERY streamlet of the fields, 
 That flowest full and free, 
 For thee the rains of spring return, 
 
 The summer dews for thee; 
 And, when thy latest blossoms die 
 In autumn's chilly showers, 
 The winter fountains (rush for thee, 
 
 Till May brings back the flowers. 
 
 stream of Life, the violet springs 
 
 But once beside thy bed; 
 But one brief summer on thy path 
 The dews of heaven are shed; 
 Thy parent fountains shrink away, 
 And close their crystal veins; 
 And, where thy glittering current flowed. 
 The dust alone remains. 
 
 W. Cullen Bryant 
 
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VII 
 
 QUI per agros curris latos, argenteus amnis: 
 Qui properas pleno gurgite liber aquas, 
 Vere tibi reduces pluviae funduntur in annos, 
 
 Aestiyusque iterum ros iterumque cadit; 
 Et, cum relliquiaa maturo funere florum 
 
 Auctumni rabies imbre geluque necat, 
 En tibi brumales mittunt nova flumina fontes, 
 
 Germina dum secum ver rediviva ferat. 
 At semel, vitae flumen, tibi nascitur annus, 
 
 Inque tuo violae margine fragrat odor, 
 Cui semel e caelo tanti per taedia cursus 
 
 Aestivi rores, unica dona, cadunt. 
 Decrescunt sensim fontes, atque aemula quondam 
 
 Crystalli liquidas vena mpratur aquas; 
 Quaque renidebant alveo currentia pleno 
 
 Flumina, pulvereum velat harena solum. 
 
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VIII. 
 
 ERE. in the Northern gale, 
 The Summer tresses of the trees are prone, 
 The woods of autumn, all around our vale, 
 Have put their glory on. 
 
 The mountains that infold, 
 
 In their wide sweep, the colored landscape round, 
 Seem groups of giant kings, in purple and gold, 
 
 That guard the enchanted ground. 
 
 I roam the woods that crown 
 The upland, where the mingled splendors glow, 
 Where the gay company of trees look down 
 
 On the green fields below 
 
 My steps are not alone 
 
 In these bright walks; the sweet south-west, at play 
 Flies, rustling, where the painted leaves are strown 
 
 Along the winding way. 
 
 W. Cullen Bryant. 
 
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VIII. 
 
 ANTE procelloso Boreae quam flamine raptis 
 Arbor ab aestivis areat orba comis, 
 Undique per vallem silvas sua gloria vestit; 
 
 Auctumnale suo ridet honore nemus. 
 Quae iuga praecingunt pictos longo ordine campos, 
 
 Titanum vastis molibus instar habent, 
 Stantque velut return maims, ostro insignis et auro, 
 
 Tutamen mapfici praesidiumque loci. 
 Has ego per silvas, iuga quae frondosa coronant, 
 
 Lumine purpureas versicolore. vagor, 
 Arboreaeque trabes, series nitidissima, vivo 
 
 Despiciunt virides caespite subter agros. 
 Nee mihi per gratos soli libet ire recessus, 
 
 lucundum Zephyri cui comitantur iter, 
 Ludentesque volant leni cum murmure frondes 
 
 Qua variae sternunt devia longa viae. 
 
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