Merione. Qvin huc digrediens, Merione, visis ovilia Primus virginei Merione fulget honor chori, Tondet vacca mihi cum vitulo gramina pingvia, Fecundasqve novem, Merione, pascit oves ager: Qvorum nil tibi non detulero, lux mea, muneri Qvo mecum venies in casulam nupta meam die. K. Arbor Indica. Fertur, ubi silvas fluvio rigat Indus odoras, Sed magis ad caram ramos vult flectere terram, Frondis enim fuit haec nutrix custosqve tenellae ; E. H. G. Y Ungrateful Beauty. Know, Celia, since thou art so proud, 'Twas I that gave thee thy renown: Thou hadst in the forgotten crowd Of common beauties liv'd unknown, Had not my verse exhal'd thy name, And with it imped the wings of fame. That killing power is none of thine, I gave it to thy voice and eyes; Thy sweets, thy graces, all are mine; Thou art my star, shin'st in my skies. Then dart not from thy borrow'd sphere Lightning on him that fix'd thee there. CAREW. Wishes. Sweet be her dreams, the fair, the young; All golden thoughts, all wealth of days, BARRY CORNWALL. Celia, si superbis, Celia superbiens. Me tibi scito decoris si qvid habes parasse: De grege viliorum Una vixisses Venerum, nullo in honore forma, Ni mea Musa pennis Aureae Famae titulos ferre tuos dedisset. Non tua dos placere, Non tua est: voce atqve oculis me tribuente polles : Qvod decet est meum in te : In meo semper rutilas aethere dulce sidus. Num, mea dona, caelum Possidens, in me supera mittis ab arce fulmen? Votum. Suavia lacteolae sint somnia virginis; illi Cogitet, optet, agat faustum qvodcumqve; fideli Rideat, exacto laetae dum munere lucis K. K. Autumn. The Autumn is old, The vintage is ripe, The year's in the wane, And the day has no morning: The rivers run chill, And I am grown old, And life is fast shrinking: Here's enow for sad thinking. Cornish Men. And shall they scorn Tre, Pol, and Pen, And shall Trelawny die? Then twenty thousand Cornish men Will know the reason why. HOOD. CORNISH SONG. Auctumnus. Spargit deciduas iam gravior comas Et me flere iubet senem. En nunc uva rubet, messibus horrea Respondere laboribus. Annus non solito flore superbiens Non Aurora diei, Non nocti suus Hesperus. Currit frigidior rivus; abit rubens Phoebus; vita mihi contrahitur simul, Curisqve ipse senescens Mecum tristibus ingemo. W. G. C. Cornubii. Εἰτά τις οὐνομάτων πατρίων κλέος ἄμμι πατήσει, καὶ θάνατος δαμάσει τὸν φίλον ἄμμιν ἔτην; οὔ, πρὶν Κορναβικῶν δὶς μυρίοι ἄνδρες ἀπ ̓ ἄντρων γνῶσ ̓, εἴτ ̓ οὖν ἀδίκως εἴτε καλῶς τάδ' ἔχει. J. R. |