XXVI. NECTENS aureolos sedes capillos, Vultusque adspicere ipsa tam decoros Gaudens, vae miserae! manes amantem. Jam nunc hospitium domus paterna Sumit sponsa rosamve taeniamve, Dum secum putat, "hoc meo placebit, And, even when she turned, the curse Had fallen, and her future Lord Was drown'd in passing through the ford, Or kill'd in falling from his horse. O what to her shall be the end? And what to me remains of good? And unto me no second friend. In Memoriam, vi. At tristis, simul ac revertit illa, Aut provolvit equus, vada aut dolosa Quae sors te miseram manet futura? A. J. C. FAIR ship, that from the Italian shore With my lost Arthur's loved remains, Spread thy full wings, and waft him o'er. So draw him home to those that mourn In vain; a favourable speed Ruffle thy mirror'd mast, and lead Thro' prosperous floods his holy urn. All night no ruder air perplex Thy sliding keel, till Phosphor, bright As our pure love, thro' early light Shall glimmer on the dewy decks. XXVII. O NAVIS aequor quae secas placabile, Desiderata dum refers Sodalis ossa littoribus ab Italis, Hunc plena pandens carbasa Reddas amicis irritum lugentibus. Cursus secundos urgeas Velox, imago dum natans mali tremat Summas per undas, ut sacram Urnam reportas per faventia aequora ; Ne vexet aura mobilem Noctu carinam saevior, dum Phosphori, Ut castus inter nos amor, Lux alba rursus fulgeat super trabes |