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listen where thou art sitting
under the glassy, cool, translucent wave,
in twisted braids of lilies knitting
the loose train of thy amber-dropping hair;
listen, for dear honour's sake,
Goddess of the silver lake,
listen and save.
Δία Σαβρίνη, κλύθ ̓ ἵνα θακεῖς
λείρι ̓ ὑφαίνουσ' ἠλεκτροχόοις
καὶ σώτειραν προφανῆναι.
Nymph of the Stream, now take a grateful Prayer.
IRGIN daughter of Locrine,
sprung of old Anchises' line,
their full tribute never miss
Song of the Dying Maiden.
AY a garland on my hearse,
maidens, willow branches bear;
say I died true.
my love was false, but I was firm
from my hour of birth.
upon my buried body lie
A Fine Day.
F woolly fleeces strew the heavenly way, be sure no rain disturbs the summer day.
Merces tibi defluat.
IRGO, Locrini filia, quae sene deducis Anchisa eximium genus, tu semper undarum tributo meritis saturanda curras, quas mille rivi dent tibi parvuli lapsi nivosis praecipites iugis:
ne torrida aestas, ne nitentes flamma poli violet capillos, neu fontium crystalla liquentia October udus sordibus oppleat : in prata beryllos et auri
volvat agens tua semen unda: celsis corones undique turribus xystisque multis conspicuum caput, hinc inde disponens ad oras cinnama cum redolente murra.
Moritura super crudeli funere.
AXUM sternite lugubrem,
huc vos in tumulo sternite, virgines, et glaucum salicis decus,
intactaque mori dicite me fide.
tu fallax fueris puer,
fido Leuconoe pectore vixero :
tellus, accipe leniter
et pondus cineri fac leve sis meo.
H. C. A. T.
ANEA caelestes si sternunt vellera tractus, aestivum pluvia crede carere diem.
T last the Doglas and the Persie met,
they swapt together till they both swat with swords that were of fine Myllan. these worthy freckies for to fight
thereto they were full fain,
till the blood out of their basnets sprent,
as ever did hail or rain.
hold thee, Persie,' said the Doglas,
' and i'faith I shall thee bring
where thou shalt have a yerl's wages
of Jamy our Scottish king.
I hight thee hear this thing,
for the manfullest man yet art thou that ever I conquerd in field fighting.' 'nay then,' said the lord Persie,
'I told it thee beforne
that I would never yielded be
to no man of a woman born.'
with that there cam an arrow hastily
forth of a mighty ane:
hit hath stricken the yerl Doglas
in at the breast bane.
thorough liver and lungs baith
the sharp arrow is gane,
that never after in all his life days
he spake no words but ane,
that was 'fight ye, my merry men, whiles ye may,
for my life days bin gane.'
the Persie leaned on his brand
and saw the Doglas dee;
he took the dead man by the hand
and said wo is for thee!