The Beautiful is Hard.

BEFORE the Dardan's raptured eyes
when strove the Three for beauty's prize,
the umpire's doubting gaze declared:
to judge the Beautiful is hard.

and when to Sparta's court he sailed,
and in his fatal suit prevailed,
the lover's trembling sigh declared:
to win the Beautiful is hard.

and when in battle's fevered strife
he lost his wealth, his bride, his life,
the warrior's dying groan declared:
to keep the Beautiful is hard.

The Favour of the Muse.

WITH the Philistine dies his fame: but all thy lovers, loved of thee,

o heavenly Muse, thy gentle voice doth call unto thy Mother's knee.

From SCHILLER.

To my Muse.

WITHOUT thee, Muse, I may not dare to guess what I should be:

but what without thee millions are

with shame and grief I see.

From SCHILLER.

Χαλεπὰ τὰ καλά.

Κύπριν, Αθηναίην, "Ηρην Πάρις εἶδε βραβεύσων,
εὗρε δ' ἰδὼν κρίνειν ὡς χαλέπ ̓ ἦν τὰ καλά,
εἶτ ̓ ἔμολεν Σπάρτην Ἑλένης δι ̓ ἔρωτα, τὸ δ ̓ εὐθὺς
εὗρε μολὼν κλέπτειν ὡς χαλέπ ̓ ἦν τὰ καλά.
ἐν δὲ τέλει πλοῦτόν τ ̓ ὀλέσας ἄλοχόν τε βίον τε
εὗρε θανὼν σώζειν ὡς χαλέπ ̓ ἦν τὰ καλά.

C. T. C.

Musis amicus.

FAMA Philistaeis moritur. tibi, Musa, sacratos amas uocare Matris in tuae sinum.

Ad Musam.

MVSA, quid ipse forem sine te? non auguror. at quid sint hominum sine te milia, nosse dolet.

PART II.

CARMINVM SACRORVM

EPIMETRVM.

The Lord the Creator.

BENEATH thy all-directing rod

both worlds and worms are equal, God.

thy hand the comet's orbit drew,

and lighted yonder glowworm too.

Thou didst the dome of heaven build up,
and form yon snowdrop's silver cup.

BOWRING.

Sonnetto.

Dov'è, Signor, la tua grandezza antica,
e l'ammanto di luce, e l' aureo trono ?
dove il fulmin tremendo, il lampo, il tuono,
e l'atra nube che al tuo piè s' implica?

parmi che turba rea m' insulti e dica:
questi è il tuo Nume? e quel vagito è il suono
scotitor de la terra? e quelle sono

le man' ch' arser Gomorra empia impudica?

esci, gran Dio, da l' umil cuna, e in tempio cangiato il vil presepio, al primo onore torna del soglio, e sì favella a l'empio:

vedrai, vedrai del giusto mio furore

la forza immensa a tuo gran danno e scempio, tu che non sai quanto in me possa amore.

ANTONIO TOMMASI.

The Fear of the Wicked.

GOD is on the side of virtue; for, whoever dread punishment, suffer it; and, whoever deserve it, dread

it.

COLTON.