The high huge-bellied mountains skip, like rams Why fled the ocean? And why skipp'd the mountains? Of him that ever was, and aye shall last; PSALM CXXXVI. LET us, with a gladsome mind, Oh, let us his praises tell, Who doth the wrathful tyrants quell; For his, &c. Who, with his miracles, doth make Who, by his wisdom, did create Who did the solid earth ordain To rise above the watery plain; For his, &c. Who, by his all-commanding might, And caused the golden-tressed sun All the day long his course to run, The horned moon to shine by night, He, with his thunder-clasping hand, And, in despite of Pharaoh fell, He brought from thence his Israel; For his, &c. The ruddy waves he cleft in twain, For his, &c. The floods stood still, like walls of glass, While the Hebrew bands did pass ; For his, &c. But full soon they did devour His chosen people he did bless For his, &c. In bloody battle he brought down He foil'd bold Seon and his host, And large-limb'd Og he did subdue, And, to his servant Israel, He gave their land therein to dwell; He hath, with a piteous eye, Beheld us in our misery; For his, &c. And freed us from the slavery Of the invading enemy; For his, &c. All living creatures he doth feed, And with full hand supplies their need; THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE, LIB. I. In wreaths thy golden hair, Plain in thy neatness? Oh, how oft shall he Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold, Hopes thee, of flattering gales Unmindful. Hapless they, To whom thou untried seem'st fair! Me, in my vow'd My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea. GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH. BRUTUS thus addresses DIANA in the country of LEOGECIA. GODDESS of shades, and huntress, who at will Walk'st on the rolling spheres, and through the deep; To whom, sleeping before the altar, DIANA answers in a vision the same night. BRUTUS, far to the west, in the ocean wide, Thy course, there shalt thou find a lasting seat; DANTE. AH, Constantine, of how much ill was cause, DANTE. FOUNDED in chaste and humble poverty, 'Gainst them that raised thee dost thou lift thy horn, ARIOSTO. THEN pass'd he to a flowery mountain green, HORACE. WHOM do we count a good man? Whom but he HORACE. THE power that did create can change the scene HORACE. ALL barbarous people and their princes too, The very wandering Scythians do. Let wars and tumults ever cease. CATULLUS. THE worst of poets I myself declare, FRAGMENTS OF TRANSLATIONS. OVID. ABSTAIN, as manhood you esteem, EURIPIDES. THIS is true liberty, when freeborn men, VIRGIL No eastern nation ever did adore The majesty of sovereign princes more. VIRGIL. AND Britons interwove held the purple hangings. HORACE. LAUGHING, to teach the truth, What hinders? As some teachers give to boys HORACE - JOKING decides great things, Stronger and better oft than earnest can. SOPHOCLES. 'TIS you that say it, not I. You do the deeds, And your ungodly deeds find me the words. SENECA. THERE can be slain No sacrifice to God more acceptable, TERENCE. IN silence now and with attention wait, That ye may know what the Eunuch has to prate. HOMER. GLAUCUS, in Lycia we're adored as gods, What makes 'twixt us and others so great odds? 375 |