Изображения страниц
[graphic][subsumed][subsumed][subsumed][ocr errors][ocr errors]

Sing a song of sixpence,

A pocket full of rye:
Four and twenty blackbirds

Baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened,

The birds began to sing ;
Was not that a dainty dish

To set before the King ?

The King was in the parlour

Counting out his money ;
The Queen was in the kitchen

Eating bread and honey ;
The Maid was in the garden

Hanging out the clothes ;
Down came a blackbird
And perched upon her nose.


INSCRIPTION ON AN ANTIQUE RING. I'll heare thy voice of melodie

In whispers of the summerre air ;
I'll see the brightnesse of thine eye

In the blue eveninge's shininge starre ;
In moonlighte beames thy puritie;
And look on heavenne, to look on thee !


Incipe cui titulo · Denarius,' incipe cantum !

Huic tumido loculo massa secalis inest :
Sex quater in patina merularum corpora, crustum

Queis superimpositum pista farina fuit, i Procubuere simul: sed quando adaperta farina est,

Concordes merulis insonuere modi: Mirum opus harmoniæ !—nonne inter fercula posset

Hæc vel regificæ lanx placuisse gulæ ?

Rex erat in camera, numerans sibi pondera nummi,

Pondera plebeio non numeranda viro :
Mel mandit panemque morans Regina culina ;

Dulcia plebeia non comedenda nuru.
Ad solem vestes siccans Ancilla per hortum

Ibat; et expansas aere funis habet ;
Quum merula, affini descendens arbore, nasum
Ancillæ insiluit seque ibi constituit.

F. H.


VERNI canoris in Noti suspiriis
Coleste vocis audiam melos tuæ;
Oculi videbo fulgidi purum jubar
Non infidelis Hesperi sub ignibus :
Formosa mentem Luna depinget tuam ;
Teque intuebor, intuens coeli vias.

H. D.

Daughter of Jove, relentless power,
Thou tamer of the human breast,
Whose iron scourge and torturing hour
The bad affright, afflict the best !
Bound in thy adamantine chain,
The proud are taught to taste of pain,
And purple tyrants vainly groan
With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone.

When first thy Sire to send on earth
Virtue, his darling child, designed,
To thee he gave the heavenly birth,
And bad to form her infant mind.
Stern rugged Nurse! thy rigid lore
With patience many a year she bore;
What sorrow was thou bad’st her know,
And from her own she learned to melt at others' woe.


[ocr errors][merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][ocr errors]
« ПредыдущаяПродолжить »