1397 FLORE DE CUPIDINE ET HYELLA LORENTES dum forte vagans mea Hyella per hortos texit odoratis lilia cana rosis: ecce rosas inter latitantem invenit Amorem: I, dixit, mea, quære novum tibi, mater, Amorem ; A. NAVGERIVS 1398 TO A LADY WITH A PRESENT OF A PAIR OF 1399 DRINKING-GLASSES AIR Empress of the Poet's soul, FAIR and Queen of Poetesses; Clarinda, take this little boon, And fill them high with generous juice, and pledge me in the generous toast- but not to those whom we love; GEKOMMEN ist der Maye, die Blumen und Bäume blühn, Die Nachtigallen singen im weichen, grünen Klee. R. BURNS 1400 1401 Ich kann nicht singen und springen, mir träumt, ich weiss nicht was. EUTHANASIA HEN Time, or soon or late, WH 14C2 H. HEINE shall bring the dreamless sleep that lulls the dead, oblivion may thy languid wing wave gently o'er my dying bed! No band of friends or heirs be there, no maiden, with dishevell❜d hair, But silent let me sink to earth, with no officious mourners near: LORD BYRON ISSA teco son io molti e molt' anni, VISSA con quale amor tu 'l sa, fedel consorte! poi recise il mio fil la giusta morte, Non pianger piu, ch' io sarò sempre teco, 'DE LA FEUILLE E ta tige détachée, A. S. SANNAZARO qui seul était mon soutien; et la feuille de laurier.' V. A. ARNAULT 1403 1404 ON THE DEATH OF A RARE INFANT SIX WIT'S YEARS OLD IT'S perfection, Beauty's wonder, Virtue's life, his friend's sole pleasure, PART I §§ 266, 268, 332 F. DAVISON 1405 AN EPITAPH ON THE ADMIRABLE DRAMATIC POET, WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WHAT HAT needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones, the labour of an age in piléd stones? or that his hallowed reliques should be hiđ under a star-y-pointing pyramid? dear son of memory, great heir of fame, what needst thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou in our wonder and astonishment, For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, that kings for such a tomb would wish to die. J. MILTON 1406 ON A BEAUTIFUL FOUNTAIN, forming a COLD For BATH OUNTAIN, that sparklest through the shady place, making a soft sad murmur o'er the stones that strew thy lucid way! Oh, if some guest should haply wander near, with slow disease smitten, may thy cold springs the rose of health bring back, and the quick lustre to his eye! the ancient oaks that on thy margin wave, the song of birds, and through the rocky cave the clear stream gushing, their according sounds should mingle, and like some strange music, steal sadly, yet soothing, o'er his aching breast. And thou pale exile from thy native shore, here drink, (O couldst thou! as of Lethe's stream!) nor friends, nor bleeding country, nor the views of hills or streams beloved, nor vesper's bell, heard in the twilight vale, remember more! W. L. BOWLES 1407 MAY WOW May with life and music the blooming valley fills, and rears her tender arches o'er all the little rills. 336 1408 the ivy climbs the laurel IN going to my lonely bed, as one that would have slept, I heard a wife sing to her child, that long had moaned and wept. She sighed sore and sang full sweet to lull the babe to rest, W. C. BRYANT that would not cease, but cried the more upon its mother's breast. She was full weary of her watch, and grieved with her child; she rocked it and rated it, till that on her it smiled. Then did she say, "Now have I found 'The falling out of faithful friends 1409 N° O more, ye warbling birds, rejoice, echo alone preserves her voice, its busy murmur seems to say, The Naiads, o'er their frozen urns, and each in sullen silence mourns W. SHENSTONE |