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Lamentation.

SWIFTER far than summer's flight, swifter far than youth's delight, swifter far than happy night,

art thou come and gone.

as the earth when leaves are dead,
as the night when sleep is sped,
as the heart when joy is fled,
I am left lone, alone.

the swallow summer comes again;
the owlet night resumes her reign;
but the wild swan youth is fain

to fly with thee, false as thou. my heart each day desires the morrow, sleep itself is turned to sorrow,

vainly would my winter borrow

sunny leaves from any bough.

lilies for a bridal bed,

roses for a matron's head,

violets for a maiden dead,—

pansies let my flowers be:

on the living grave I bear scatter them without a tear;

let no friend, however dear,

waste one hope, one fear for me.

SHELLEY.

Yes.

By your truth she shall be true, ever true as wives of yore: and her Yes, once said to you, shall be Yes for evermore.

E. B. BROWNING.

Sic meos Amores?

CITIOR longe quam uolat aestas,
citior quam lux laeta iuuentae,
citior gratae quam fuga noctis
modo uenisti, modo fugisti.
foliis qualis uiduatur humus,
qualis trahitur nox sine somno,
quale fugatis cor deliciis,
mihi talis abit uita relictae.
sicut hirundo, redditur aestas,
nox, strigis instar, solium reparat,
sed uaga, cygni more, iuuentas
ut tu, perfide, tecumque fugit.
mihi lux hodie crastina cordi est;
non sine luctu sopor ipse redit :
folia e ramo sumere quouis

mea nunc frustra conatur hiemps.
lilia dantur nuptae thalamo;
rosa matronae caput exornat;
uiolas poscit mortua uirgo;
mihi sit uiolae tricoloris honos.
tumulor uiuens: detur tumulo
flos sine fletu; neu me sociae
quamuis carae

uanis celebrent desideriis.

Sabina qualis.

VT ueterum uxores, tibi fido ea fida manebit, et, 'tua sum,' spondens nunc, tua semper erit.

Fond Memory.

OFT in the stilly night,

ere slumber's chain has bound me, fond memory brings the light

of other days around me:

the smiles, the tears of boyhood's years, the words of love then spoken ;

the eyes that shone now dimmed and gone, the cheerful hearts now broken.

when I remember all

the friends so linked together, I've seen around me fall,

like leaves in wintry weather; I feel like one who treads alone

some banquet-hall deserted,

whose lights are fled, whose garlands dead,

and all but he departed.

MOORE.

What is certain?

Two things alone are certain in this world, Death and the Tax-collector.

LORD BROUGHAM.

The Querist.

QUAESITOR, of his friends the bore,
rests here, and questions now no more.
to question was his life-long feast,
and in a question he deceased.

'by questions'-you may question me—
'did he gain wisdom?'-no, not he.

From HAGEDORN.

Mnemosyne.

SAEPE mihi, cum nox late silet, ante catena quam domitos sensus inligat alta quies, exactos reparat magica dulcedine soles Mnemosyne cupida sollicitata prece.

omne redit quidquid ridere aut flere solebam, quidquid et effari motus amore puer; qui nunc luce carent, oculi effulgere uidentur, qui periere, nouo corda lepore micant.

heu quotiens animo ueteres reminiscor amicos, indelibata pectora iuncta fide,

quos ego, uae misero! uidi cecidisse superstes, ut folia hiberno flamine rapta cadunt, deserta uideor spatiari maestus in aula,

quam nuper socii perstrepuere chori,

nunc lychni sine luce tenent, sine odore corollae, et de conuiuis tot modo, solus ego.

Τί τὸ Σαφές;

CERTI quid est in orbe? res duae tantum, mors, et coactor scilicet tributorum.

Percontatorem fugito.

INTERROGATOR hic, sodalium pestis,

interrogare desinit Polysperchon.

interroganti uita longa manarat :

interrogantem uox reliquit extrema.

interrogabis forte, doctus et prudens interrogando sitne factus: hautquaquam.

The Mariners of England.

YE Mariners of England,

who guard our native seas,

whose flag has braved a thousand years the battle and the breeze,

your glorious standard launch again

to meet another foe,

and sweep through the deep,

while the stormy winds do blow, while the battle rages loud and long, and the stormy winds do blow.

the spirits of your fathers

shall start from every wave;

for the deck it was their field of fame, and ocean was their grave: where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, your manly breasts shall glow, as ye sweep through the deep, while the stormy winds do blow, while the battle rages loud and long, and the stormy winds do blow.

Britannia needs no bulwark,

no towers along the steep;

her march is o'er the mountain waves, her home is on the deep.

with thunders from her native oak

she quells the floods below,

as they roar on the shore,

when the stormy winds do blow, when the battle rages loud and long, and the stormy winds do blow.

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