σεμνὰν προσίζουσ' οὐκ ἤνυσ ̓ "Αρτεμιν ἁ τλάμων· τὰν τοῖν Διοσκόροιν Ελέναν κάσιν Ἰδαῖόν τε βούταν ἐκ πατρῴας ἀπώλεσεν ἐξῴκισέν τ ̓ οἴκων γάμος, οὐ γάμος, ἀλλ ̓ ἀλάστορος τις οἰζύς· ἂν μήτε πέλαγος ἅλιον ἀπαγάγοι πάλιν, μήτε πατρῷον ἵκοιτ ̓ ἐς οἶκον. EVRIPIDES 424 THE FUDGMENT OF PARIS AND ITS DISASTROUS CONSEQUENCES Ταὶ δ ̓ ἐπεὶ ὑλόκομον νάπος ἤλυθον, οὐρειᾶν παραβαλλόμεναι. " Κύπρις εἷλε λόγοισι δολίοις, πικρὰν δὲ σύγχυσιν βίου Φρυγῶν πόλει πρὶν Ἰδαῖον κατοικίσαι λέπας, 425 παρέλυσε δ ̓ ἂν Ἑλλάδος ἀλγεινοὺς EVRIPIDES THE LOVE OF GOD SUPREME Τί γὰρ ἀλκά, τί δὲ κάλλος, SYNESIVS 426 427 THE TRIUMPH OF JUSTICE WITH ITH joy, with joy now, sacred Thebes, resound, feast and dance shall revel round: fortune fav'ring now appears, dries the bitter fount of tears, and bids the exulting song arise, Beyond our hopes from those dark shores, comes our chief, and holds again the glories of his reign. The gods, the gods hear when the pious calls; Gold and fortune's wanton ray lets wisdom's voice be heard no more, and crush wealth's dazzling car. THE RESTORATION OF KING CHARLES II AS S, when the new-born phoenix takes his way of airy choristers a numerous train attend his wondrous progress o'er the plain ; so glorious did our Charles return; the officious Muses came along, a gay harmonious quire like angels ever young: Even they could thrive in his auspicious reign; of purest and well-winnowed grain, as Britain never knew before. Though little was their hire, and light their gain, like birds of paradise that lived on morning dew. J. DRYDEN 428 429 THE FUTURE STATE OF THE GOOD AND FOR THE EVIL OR whoso holds in righteousness the throne, how the foul spirits of the guiltie dead, of nether earth abide, and penal flame; * * * * * But who the thrice-renewed probation the gorgeous blossoms of such blessed clime and now, all glorious to behold, tinge the wave with floating gold. Hence are their garlands woven; hence their hands filled with triumphant boughs, the righteous doom of Rhadamanthus. I DREAM OF HUMAN PRAISE SUNG the joyful Pæan clear, and, sitting, burnished without fear 430 in some good cause, not in mine own, whose eyes are dim with glorious tears, then dying of a mortal stroke, A. TENNYSON HYMN TO THE SUN GIVER of glowing light though but a god of other days, the kings and sages of wiser ages still live and gladden in thy genial rays! King of the tuneful lyre, still poets' hymns to thee belong; though lips are cold whereon of old thy beams all turn'd to worshipping and song! Lord of the dreadful bow, none triumph now for Python's death; but thou dost save from hungry grave the life that hangs upon a summer breath. Father of rosy day, no more thy clouds of incense rise; but waking flowers at morning hours give out their sweets to meet thee in the skies. God of the Delphic fane, no more thou listenest to hymns sublime; but they will leave on winds at eve a solemn echo to the end of time. T. HOOD |