Merione.

Qvin huc digrediens, Merione, visis ovilia
Et mecum teneras claudis oves cratibus in suis ?
Splendentes liqvido sol radios fundit ab aethere,
Sed tu sole micas splendidior, suaviolum meum.

Primus virginei Merione fulget honor chori,
Claris eiaculans luminibus laetitiae faces :
Ah qvam dulce foret Merionen ducere coniugem,
Si vellet mihi se coniugio noster amor dari.

Tondet vacca mihi cum vitulo gramina pingvia, Fecundasqve novem, Merione, pascit oves ager: Qvorum nil tibi non detulero, lux mea, muneri Qvo mecum venies in casulam nupta meam die.

K.

Arbor Indica.

Fertur, ubi silvas fluvio rigat Indus odoras,

Arbor inadsuetis crescere mira modis :
Namqve nec ad nitidum protendit brachia caelum,

Nec patulas aperit sole iubente comas;
Sed magis ad caram ramos vult flectere terram,

Matris et in tenero tuta iacere sinu.
Frondis enim fuit haec nutrix custosqve tenellae ;

Hinc decus, hinc vires scit memor esse suas. Sic me blanditiis comitum si turba dolosis

Famaqve, seu famae nomen inane, trahat; Pectore fixa pio species genitricis inhaeret, Meqve tenet monitis incola mentis amor.

E. H. G. Y

Ungrateful Beauty.

Know, Celia, since thou art so proud,

'Twas I that gave thee thy renown: Thou hadst in the forgotten crowd

Of common beauties liv'd unknown, Had not my verse exhal'd thy name, And with it imped the wings of fame.

That killing power is none of thine,

I gave it to thy voice and eyes ; Thy sweets, thy graces, all are mine ;

Thou art my star, shin'st in my skies. Then dart not from thy borrow'd sphere Lightning on him that fix'd thee there.

CAREW.

Wishes.

Sweet be her dreams, the fair, the young ;

Grace, beauty, breathe upon her; Music, haunt thou about her tongue ;

Life, fill her path with honour.

All golden thoughts, all wealth of days,

Truth, friendship, love surround her;
So may she smile till life be closed,
And angel-hands have crown'd her.

BARRY CORNWALL.

Celia superbiens.

Celia, si superbis,

Me tibi scito decoris si qvid habes parasse : De grege viliorum

Una vixisses Venerum, nullo in honore forma,

Ni mea Musa pennis

Aureae Famae titulos ferre tuos dedisset. Non tua dos placere,

Non tua est: voce atqve oculis me tribuente polles :

Qvod decet est meum in te:

In meo semper rutilas aethere dulce sidus. Num, mea dona, caelum

Possidens, in me supera mittis ab arce fulmen ?

K.

Votum.

Suavia lacteolae sint somnia virginis ; illi

Gratia purpureum spiret in ora decus; Inpleat arguta lingvam dulcedine Musa ;

Vita verecundam ditet honore viam.

Cogitet, optet, agat faustum qvodcumqve; fideli

Possit amicitia, possit amore frui. Rideat, exacto laetae dum munere lucis Cinxerit ambrosium dia corona caput.

K.

Autumn.

The Autumn is old,
The sere leaves are flying;
He hath gather'd up gold,
And now he is dying :
Old age, begin sighing.

The vintage is ripe,
The harvest is heaping;
But some that have sow'd
Have no riches for reaping :
Poor wretch, fall a weeping.

The year's in the wane,
There is nothing adorning ;
The night has no eve,
And the day has no morning :
Cold winter gives warning.

The rivers run chill,
The red sun is sinking,
And I am grown old,
And life is fast shrinking:
Here's enow for sad thinking.

HOOD.

Cornish Men.

And shall they scorn Tre, Pol, and Pen,

And shall Trelawny die?
Then twenty thousand Cornish men
Will know the reason why.

CORNISH Song. Auctumnus.

Spargit deciduas iam gravior comas
Auctumnus, cito qvos struxerat aureis
Decessurus acervis,

Et me flere iubet senem.

En nunc uva rubet, messibus horrea
Conplentur; tamen est qvi segetem miser
Deplorat male tantis

Respondere laboribus.

Annus non solito flore superbiens
Brumales monitus pallet; adest comes
Non Aurora diei,

Non nocti suus Hesperus.

Currit frigidior rivus; abit rubens
Phoebus ; vita mihi contrahitur simul,
Curisqve ipse senescens
Mecum tristibus ingemo.

W. G. C.

Cornubii.

Είτά τις ονομάτων πατρίων κλέος άμμι πατήσει,

και θάνατος δαμάσει τον φίλον άμμιν έτην; ού, πρίν Κορναβικών δις μυρίοι άνδρες απ’ άντρων γνώσ', είτ' ουν αδίκως είτε καλώς τάδ' έχει.

J. R.