ergo dum verenda mole
cana perstat aedes,

dum recenti gaudet prole
monachorum sedes,

stimulet certamen ludi,

suadeat laboris

in sigillo sculptum rudi

nomen fundatoris.

vivat Rex Eduardus Sextus!

MDCCCLXXXVII.

vivat!

INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

1. TRANSLATIONS.

PAGE

A parrot from the Spanish main

CAMPBELL 92

And on I rode, and greater was my thirst

TENNYSON 8

And while she grovell'd at his feet
Animula, vagula, blandula

TENNYSON 24

HADRIAN 130

Arethusa arose from her couch of snows

SHELLEY 16

Brightest and best of the sons of the morning
Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave
But, like a graven image

By this the storm grew loud apace

Come live with me and be my love

Come, when no graver cares employ

Dear Joseph,-five and twenty years ago

Earl March looked on his dying child.

Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea
Forth goes the woodman, leaving unconcerned
From fisher's net, from fig-tree's shade

Had you such leisure in the time of death?

SHAKESPEARE 36

Hail, Cæsar, and my lord! hail, most dear Cæsar SHAKESPEARE 148 Hark, my soul, it is the Lord

He closed his eyelids with a tranquil smile
He is gone on the mountain

He rose at dawn and, fired with hope

TENNYSON 40

He spoke; but Rustum gazed and gazed, and stood M. ARNOLD

80

Here blooms in Sherborne and to-day.
How sweet I roamed from field to field

If one should bring me this report
If that the world and love were young
In the days when earth was young

Not here: the white North has thy bones

O blest Retirement, friend to life's decline
O glorious lady, with the eyes of light
O silvery streamlet of the fields
Oh, friend! for ever loved, for ever dear
Oh, many a shaft at random sent
On nothing, Fanny, must I write?
Once on a time, when sunny May

Poor tree! a gentle mistress placed thee here

She lay among the myrtles on the cliff
So spake our Morning Star, then in His rise
Still the balls ring upon the sunlit grass
Sweet sleep, that lov'st the cottar's hut

The boy stood on the burning deck
The Danube to the Severn gave
The noon was shady, and soft airs
The subtle spoiler, of the beaver kind.
The time admits not flowers or leaves
To my true king I offered free from stain
Toll for the brave!

Tread lightly here, for here 'tis said

Under the greenwood tree

W. SOMERVILLE

106

74 THOMSON 62

What shall become of this? what will this do? SHAKESPEARE
When Britain first at Heaven's command
With a porch at my door, both for shelter and shade J. COLLINS 140

O. W. HOLMES 164

Is he gone from us-gone past returning? (with translation

Quae modo materna sopita iacebat in ulna (with translation)

192

183

202

193

Quid loquar egregio quem sic decorastis, amici?

187

Siccis, care, genis ne me legisse putaris

186

Te duce, care puer, pueri cum lusimus olim

188

While sun to sun succeeds, and hour to hour (with translation)

189

CAMBRIDGE: PRINTED BY J. AND C. F. CLAY, AT THE UNIVERSITY PRESS.