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THE WORLD A DEN OF MERE DESPIGHT
HO looks upon this world and not beyond
the sea breeds storms to sink him: if he flees
he never is so pleased as when he's robbed on't
HIS lamp must be replenished; but even then it will not burn so long as I must watch: my slumbers-if I slumber—are not sleep, but a continuance of enduring thought, which then I can resist not in my heart there is a vigil, and these eyes but close to look within; and yet I live, and bear the aspect and the form of breathing men; but grief should be the instructor of the wise. Sorrow is knowledge. They who know the most must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth.
CYRIL TO IDA
FAIR and strong and terrible! Lioness
that with your long locks play the Lion's mane! but Love and Nature, these are two more terrible and stronger. See, your foot is on our necks, we vanquish'd, you the Victor of your will. What would you more? give her the child! remain orb'd in your isolation: he is dead,
or all as dead: henceforth we let you be:
win you the hearts of women; and beware
COMMUNION WITH OUR FELLOW-MEN
IS nature's law,
that none, the meanest of created things, of forms created the most vile and brute,
the dullest or most noxious, should exist
divorced from good,-a spirit and pulse of good,-
PASSAGES FOR TRANSLATION
INTO GREEK TRAGIC TROCHAIC VERSE
RICHARD PLANTAGENET DUKE OF YORK
NOW, York, or never, steel thy fearful thoughts,
and change misdoubt to resolution :
be that thou hop'st to be; or what thou art
Faster than spring-time showers, comes thought on
and not a thought but thinks on dignity.
My brain, more busy than the labouring spider,
Well, nobles, well, 'tis politicly done,
to send me packing with a host of men:
I fear me, you but warm the starvéd snake,
who, cherish'd in your breasts, will sting your hearts.
you put sharp weapons in a madman's hands.
ISABELLA-HER TWO SONS, DON CÆSAR AND
I CAN no more: my prayers-my tears are vain :
'Tis well! obey the demon in your hearts!
fulfil your dread intent, and stain with blood
Passages for Translation into Greek Trochaics 431
each press with vengeful thrust the dagger home,
that lights your funeral pyre shall tower dissevered in ruddy columns to the skies, and tell
with horrid image-' thus they lived and died!' 1088 C. THOU art my elder-speak-without dishonour I yield to thee.
One gracious word, and instant,
Say not so!
who doubts thy noble heart, knows thee not well;
I find thee just and true:
men spoke thee proud of soul.
The curse of greatness!
ears ever open to the babbler's tale.
Thou art too proud to meanness I to falsehood!
The sport of frenzy!
And said my mother true, false is the world?
And thine be ever next my heart!
Give me thy hand!
T. MARTIN from Schiller
1089 AS they heard her lamentation, in their troubled
wept the father, wept the mother, 'gan the daughter
too to weep;
then the little son beheld them, and their doleful
moan he heard,
and with both his eyes wide open lisp'd he thus his broken word:
'Weep not, father, weep not, mother, oh my sister, weep not so !'
First to one and then to the other smiling went he to and fro.
Then a blade of spear-grass lifting, thus in bolder glee he said:
'With this spear-grass will I kill him, this man-eating giant, dead.'
Though o'erpower'd by bitterest sorrow, as they heard their prattling boy,
stole into the parents' bosom mute and inexpressive joy.
H. H. MILMAN
THITHER away? Oh, leave us not so soon.
Sta. My heart's so full and has so much to tell you.
Sta. But shall we bear what is not to be borne?
When the fierce southwind rises from his chasms,
peace to the peaceful rarely is denied.
Let them alone; they'll weary of themselves, whene'er they see we are not to be roused. Sta. Much might be done-did we stand fast together. Tell When the ship founders, he will best escape, who seeks no other's safety but his own. Sta. And you desert the common cause so coldly? Tell A man can safely count but on himself. Sta. Nay, even the weak grow strong by union.