nor prize the fleeting goods and vain, our first best lesson-to endure! A. LODGE from Schiller 1208 ODE ON OCCASION OF THE GREAT EXHIBITION, 1209 1862 HE world-compelling plan was thine, THE and, lo! the long laborious miles of Palace; lo! the giant aisles, rich in model and design: steel and gold, and corn and wine, sunny tokens of the Line, of wonder, out of West and East, that one fair planet can produce, blown from over every main, and mixt, as life is mixt with pain, the works of peace with works of war. And is the goal so far away? far, how far, no man can say: let us have our dream to-day. MAN THE ELEMENTS AN is permitted much in Nature's frame; till he well-nigh can tame brute mischiefs, and can touch invisible things, and turn all warring ills to purposes of good. Thus as a God below, he can control, A. TENNYSON 484 Passages for Translation into Greek Anapæsts and harmonize what seems amiss to flow as severed from the whole and dimly understood. But o'er the elements one Hand alone, one Hand has sway. What influence day by day in straiter belts prevents the impious ocean, thrown alternate o'er the ever-sounding shore? Or who has eye to trace how the plague came? forerun the doublings of the Tempest's race? on a set scale explore? Lyra Apostolica PASSAGES FOR TRANSLATION INTO GREEK HEXAMETER VERSE 12101 LOOK to the west, when I gae to rest, that happy my dreams and my slumbers may be : for far in the west is he I lo'e best, the lad that is dear to my baby and me. R. BURNS 1211 KING ARTHUR OUT now farewell. I am going a long way 'BUT with those thou seëst-if indeed I gofor all my mind is clouded with a doubt,— to the island-valley of Avilion; where falls not hail or rain or any snow, nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies deep-meadowed, happy, fair with orchard-lawns and bowery hollows crowned with summer sea, where I will heal me of my grievous wound.' 1212 So said he, and the barge with oar and sail moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan that, fluting a wild carol ere her death, ruffles her pure cold plume and takes the flood look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, A. TENNYSON 1213 MARS AND VENUS O, in the painter's animated frame, Paphian dame, 1214 the little loves in sport the faulchion wield, he nods his crest and frights the shrieking train. AS THE STORM J. TICKELL when the air is serene in the sultry solstice of summer, suddenly gathers a storm, and the deadly sling of the hailstones beats down the farmer's corn in the field and shatters his windows, hiding the sun, and strewing the ground with thatch from the house-roofs, bellowing flee the herds, and seek to break their enclosures: so on the hearts of the people descended the words of the speaker. Silent a moment they stood in speechless wonder and then rose louder and ever louder a wail of sorrow and anger, and by one impulse moved they madly rushed to the doorway. 1215 H. W. LONGFELLOW THE EAGLE 1216 THEN, HEN, as an eagle, who with pious care was beating wildly on the wing for prey, to her now silent eyrie does repair, and finds her callow infants forced away: stung with her love, she stoops upon the plain, the broken air loud whistling as she flies: she stops to listen,-and shoots forth again, and guides her pinions by her young one's cries. E PHEDRIA'S GONDELAY J. DRYDEN FTSOONES her shallow ship away did slide, more swift then swallow sheres the liquid skye withouten oare or pilot it to guide, or winged canvas with the wind to fly: 1217 1218 onely she turnd a pin, and by and by for it was taught the way which she would have, and both from rocks and flats itselfe could wisely save. E. SPENSER DELOS S th' isle of Delos whylome, men report, ne made for shipping any certeine port, till that Latona traveiling that way, THE SHIP E. SPENSER S a tall ship tosséd in troublous seas, of the rough rockes, do diversly disease, meetes two contrarie billows by the way, shee, scorning both their spights, does make wide way, does ride on both their backs and faire herself doth save. 1219 SIMILE E. SPENSER S fearfull fowle, that long in secret cave not caring how, her silly life to save, hid, seeing at last herselfe from daunger rid, prowdly to prune, and sett on every side; she shakes off shame, ne thinks how erst she did her hide. E. SPENSER |