Beauty from the Light retired. She dwelt among the untrodden ways A maid whom there were none to praise, A violet by a mossy stone Fair as a star when only one She lived unknown, and few could know But she is in her grave, and oh! The difference to me. WORDSWORTH. Tecum una perierunt Gaudia nostra. Inter inaccessas, Dovae cunabula, rupes Nemo ibi qvi nostram posset laudare puellam, G. A. C. M. Secretum Iter. Αβάτων οἴμων παρθένος ᾤκει Fallentis Semita Vitae. Οἴμοις ἐν ἀστιβήτοις κρήνῃσι πὰρ Πελείης R. S. Κ. Alcestis. She came forth in her bridal robes arrayed, "Thou sun, thou golden sun, I go Far from thy light to dwell: Thou shalt not find my place below; Dim is that world: bright sun of Greece, farewell. "Yet fainteth not my soul to part; I mourn thee not, O sun! Joy, solemn joy, o'erflows my heart; Sing me triumphant songs! my crown is won.' MRS HEMANS. Face nuptiali digna. Ἡ δ ̓ ἐν πέπλοισι νυμφικοῖς ἠσκημένη ἐξῆλθε, κόλπον ἄνθεσιν χρυσῷ κόμας στεφθεῖσα πλεκτῷ, καν ὑγρᾷ παρηίδι ἦν ἐμφανῆ μὲν θάνατον εὐκλεᾶ δ' ἰδεῖν, τοῦ παγκρατοὺς ἔρωτος ὕστατον τέκμαρ. αὔρα δὲ λευρὸν ἡδύπνους δι' αἰθέρα γέμουσ ̓ ἀοιδῆς ἐκ ναπῶν ἀνέπτατο, φαιδρόν τ ̓ ἀνῆπτεν ὄμμα χρυσέου πόλου εὐήμερον φῶς ἀμφὶ τὴν θανουμένην. μούνη δὲ μοῦνον ἄνδρα προσβλέπουσ ̓ ἀεί, ἀνθ ̓ οὗ θανεῖν ἢν τερπνόν, ἄφθογγον στόμα πολὺν χρόνον κατεῖχε πρὶν φωνεῖν τάδε. Ὦ χρυσοφαὲς σέβας ἀελίου, τὰν σὰν προλιποῦσ ̓ οἴχομαι αὐγάν, χαίρειν σε λέγω φλογερὸν λαμπτῆρ ̓ ἀλλ ̓ οὐ θανάτου πλασίον οὖσαν ὀλολύξατε νῦν ἐπὶ νίκῃ. Ε. C. C. Amaryllis. H. My dearest love, since thou wilt go The place where I may find thee. A. In country meadows pearled with dew There filling maunds with cowslips, you H. What have the meads to do with thee Live thou at court, where thou mayst be Let country wenches make 'em fine For thee with richest gems to shine, HERRICK. The little Old Woman. And so the little old woman went on till she saw a knife: "Good knife, cut rope; rope won't hang butcher; butcher won't kill ox; ox won't drink water; water won't slake fire ; fire won't burn rod; rod won't bang dog; dog won't bite pig; pig won't gang ower t' brig, and I shall never get my old man his supper to-night.' NURSERY TALE. |