Regicida. Ε. Ω 'ναξ φέριστε, ξυντεθαμμένον δέος ἐς κρᾶτα τοὐμὸν ἔς τε πάνδημον πόλιν. R. S. Amor rotatilis. Volvitur orbis ad instar Amor, qvi semper in orbem Volvitur et redit in se revolutus, Amor. W. G. C. The Etrurian Nænia. Where art thou, pale and melancholy ghost? There where the voice of love is heard no more, Where the dull wave moans back the eternal wail, Dost thou recall the summer suns of yore, Thine own melodious vale? Thy lares stand on thy deserted floors, And miss their last sweet daughter's holy face: What hand shall wreathe with flowers the threshold doors? What child renew the race? Thine are the nuptials of the dreary shades; Of all thy groves what rests?-the cypress tree? As from the air a strain of music fades, Yet no, Dark silence buries thee. lost child of more than mortal sires, From the fierce wave the god's celestial wing With amaranths fresh from heaven's eternal spring Naenia. Qvonam evolasti pallida, lugubris? Sed lucis exsul litus obambulas Segne gemens iterat qverelam, Solesne verni luminis et tuam Vallem reposcis? Lar vacuas habet Qvae dextra posthac limina floribus Ecqvam tuarum nunc colis arborum? Suave melos fugit inter auras. Non sic peristi, progenies deum; Iungente claras Aesare nuptias : Vere fragrans amaranthus aurae H H Ah, in those halls for us thou wilt not mourn; Those thou hast left below. Never, oh never more shall we behold thee, Slow swells the sorrowing Nænia's chaunted strain, Time with slow flutes our leaden footsteps keep; Sad earth, whate'er the happier heaven may gain, Hath but a loss to weep. SIR E. BULWER LYTTON. The Light of Love. She is not fair to outward view, As many maidens be; Her loveliness I never knew Until she smiled on me : Oh, then I saw her eye was bright; But now her looks are coy and cold, The love-light in her eye: HARTLEY COLERIDGE. Sese capillis insinuat tuis, Texente Cupra. Nos ibi nostraqve Aesar habet vacuum dolore Perenne regnum: nos tamen interim Caelum recepta gaudeat an minus Naenia flebiliter canentum, Cum tibiarum flamine plumbeos Regente passus. Qvidqvid habet lucri Delicias gemit orba tellus. Lux Amoris. Pulcra parum forma est: certe formosior illa Nunc tua mutati cerno fastidia vultus: Dedidicit nobis iste referre vices. Ast ego non potero vultum satiare videndo Qvantus sidereis orbibus insit amor. Contrahe tu frontem : subrideat altera virgo: Alterius risu frons magis ista placet. K. R. S. |