151 152 153 ON ORPHEUS ΟΥΚΕΤΙ θελγομένας, Ορφευ, δρύας, οὐκέτι πέτρας ἄξεις, οὐ θηρῶν αὐτονόμους ἀγέλας· οὐκέτι κοιμάσεις ἀνέμων βρόμον, οὐχὶ χάλαζαν, οὐ νιφετῶν συρμούς, οὐ παταγεῦσαν ἅλα. ὤλεο γάρ· σὲ δὲ πολλὰ κατωδέραντο θύγατρες Μναμοσύνας, μάτηρ δ' ἔξοχα Καλλιόπα. τί φθιμένοις στοναχοῦμεν ἐφ' υἱάσιν, ἀνίκ ̓ ἀλαλκεῖν τῶν παίδων ̓Αΐδην οὐδὲ θεοῖς δύναμις. ANTIPATER SIDONIVS THE DEATH OF NIOBE'S CHILDREN ΤΑΝΤΑΛΙ παῖ, Νιόβα, κλύ ̓ ἐμὰν φάτιν, ἄγγελον ἄτας λε κόμας ανάδεσμον, ιώ, βαρυπενθέσι Φοίβου οὔ σοι παῖδες ἔτ ̓ εἰσίν· ἄταρ τί τόδ ̓ ἄλλο; τί λεύσσω; ἃ μὲν γὰρ ματρὸς περὶ γούνασιν, ἃ δ ̓ ἐνὶ κόλποις HYMN TO HEALTH ΥΓΙΕΙΑ, πρεσβίστα μακάρων, μετὰ σοῦ ναίοιμι τὸ λειπόμενον βιοτᾶς· σὺ δέ μοι πρόφρων σύνοικος εἴης· εἰ γάρ τις ἢ πλούτου χάρις ἢ τεκέων, ἢ τὰς ἰσοδαίμονος ἀνθρώποις βασιληΐδος ἀρχᾶς, ἢ πόθων MELEAGER οὓς κρυφίοις Αφροδιτᾶς ἄρκυσιν θηρεύομεν, τέθαλε πάντα καὶ λάμπει Χαρίτων ἔαρι, ARIPHRON 154 155 156 A SONG Do not wanton with those eyes, nor cast them down but let them rise, O be not angry with those fires, for then my hopes will spill me. O do not steep them in my tears, IN FLAGELLA PARATVS IX me on some bleake precipice, B. JONSON FIX me on some bleake may stand: made now a statue of ice, then by the sommer scorcht and tan'd! Place me alone in some fraile boate 'mid th' horrours of an angry sea: where I, while time shall move, may floate, despairing either land or day: or under earth my youth confine to the night and silence of a cell: W. HABINGTON SYMPATHY IN DEJECTION ND wilt thou weep, when I am low? Asweet lady speak those words again: yet if they grieve thee, say not so— My heart is sad, my hopes are gone, wilt sigh above my place of rest. 157 158 And yet, methinks, a gleam of peace to know thy heart hath felt for mine. PITY THE BEGGAR'S PETITION LORD BYRON the sorrows of a poor old man, whose trembling limbs have borne him to your whose days are dwindled to the shortest span: These tattered clothes my poverty bespeak; has been the channel to a flood of tears. A little farm was my paternal lot; then like the lark I sprightly hailed the morn; OF THE DAWN OF FREEDOM F old sat Freedom on the heights, the thunders breaking at her feet: above her shook the starry lights: she heard the torrents meet. There in her place she did rejoice, Then stept she down thro' town and field 159 Grave mother of majestic works T. MOSS 160 161 Her open eyes desire the truth. keep dry their light from tears; that her fair form may stand and shine, the falsehood of extremes! A. TENNYSON Now THE MERMAID'S SONG OW the dancing sunbeams play on the green and glassy sea; come, and I will lead the way where the pearly treasures be! come with me and we will go where the rocks of coral grow! Come! behold what treasures lie far beneath the rolling waves; riches hid from human eye dimly shine in Ocean's caves! Ebbing tides bear no delay; stormy winds are far away. ANON. THE THE BANYAN TREE HEY tell us of an Indian tree, which, howsoe'er the sun and sky may tempt its boughs to wander free and shoot and blossom wide and high, far better loves to bend its arms downwards again to that dear earth, from which the life, that fills and warms its grateful being, first had birth. 'Tis thus, though wooed by flattering friends and fed with fame (if fame it be), this heart, my own dear mother, bends with love's true instinct back to thee! T. MOORE 162 163 EPITAPH ON A ROBIN-REDBREAST Then piping winds are hushed around, READ lightly here, for here, 'tis said, a small note wakes from underground No more in lone and leafless groves ΟΝ THE DYING SWAN S. ROGERS N glassy stream, by greenwood bower, why sings he thus in dying hour, There's many a pleasant sight on earth, although they last not long; nor marvel I that thoughts of mirth Nay! sorrow's self, while hope remains, may chant her own half-soothing strains, 164 FASCINATION J. E. BODE REPARED to rail, resolved to part, PREPA when I approach the perjured maid, what is it awes my timorous heart? why is my tongue afraid? With the least glance a little kind, such wondrous power have Myra's charms, |