Idem Latine.

ORIDA sylva gemit ramis, horrensque movetur, Sol, velut aulæis, nube adopertus abest, Perque fenestrarum cancellos usque recurrens Longinqui semper murmurat unda maris.

Molliter ad lectum flores jacuere puellæ,
Lilia quîs viridi mixta colore nitent,
Nata hyeme intereunt, via semiaperta videntur,
Quæ, prius ac venit ver, celer hora tulit.

Virginis ecce cadunt tristes ex ore querelæ :
"Vivite saltem hodie, dulcia serta, precor,

Sed mihi cum mortem attulerit lux crastina certam,
Vos languere simul, lapsaque obire decet.

"Sic breve post spatium vos et marcescite mecum,
Mors eadem nobis interitusque datur;

Soleque secluse requiem sociabimus una,

Nec nos sollicitet murmur et unda maris." QUEEN'S COLL., OXFORD.

ζεῦγμα.

beokritus xix.

SNE time upon a summer day

Love spied a hive, and stole away
A morsel of the honeyed store,

And in his hands the treasure bore.
When him a valiant little bee,

That round the hive on guard did linger,

Attacked with such braverie,

He wounded Love upon the finger.

Dan Cupid smarting from the wound,

Blows on it, jumps, and stamps the ground:
Then to his mother running cries,-

"Look, mother, look! a little bee
"A mighty wound hath given me."
But Venus, with a smile replies,
"Great things have oft a little cause;

"Thou'rt treated, Love, by thine own laws:
"For thou art but a little spright,

"Yet oh! how deep thine arrows bite."

P.

be rail of the Serpent.

SAW in the golden sunshine
A little child at play;

But beneath the flowers he gathered
A slimy serpent lay.

Again, in the prime of manhood,
Was a youth and maiden fair;
And the tempter whispered softly--
The serpent still was there.

In the flames of a burning prison
A spirit seemed to lie,

And it cried for a drop of water,

For its tongue was parched and dry.

I saw an old man kneeling

By a lonely grave in prayer; An angel was bending o'er him—

The serpent was not there.

· E. M. H.

HY is the past so dear?

And why across the moments that are gone
Hovers a light, so clear

Amid the good, and 'mid the ill so wan?

Ye stars, whose myriad rays

Dance in the ocean of the midnight skies,

Ye seem the while we gaze
Pure golden orbs, too bright for mortal eyes.

But could our feeble sight O'ercome the boundless tyranny of space,

All would not shine so bright,

But shadowy spots the dazzling gleam efface.

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Then seek not thou the power

To pierce so keenly through the realms of night;
But let thy happiest hour

Quench all thy sorrows in its golden light.

EXETER COLL., OXFORD.

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G. B. R.

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