CXIII O scorner of the party cry That wanders from the public good, And when they roll their idol down- How long thine ever-growing mind Hath stilled the blast and strown the wave, Tho' some of late would raise a wind To sing thee to thy grave, Men loud against all forms of power Unfurnish'd brows, tempestuous tongues Expecting all things in an hour- CXIV THE SACRIFICE Hushed is each busy shout, The bull with garlands hung, Stern priests in vesture grim ; In front, behind, beside, Beneath the chiming towers, Tennyson. Pass boys that fling the censer wide, I dare not claim to be, But in the concourse and the stir The priests are bowed in prayer, I feed the porch with fragrant smoke, A. C. Benson. CXIII LIBERTAS O civium extra recta vagantium mox inquinandas pulvere sordido ; respuis, instabilemque plebem; ante diem dare te sepulcro ; CXIV κλεινὸς δ ̓ ὁ πόνος μοι, F. W.-C. θεοῖσιν δούλαν χέρ ̓ ἔχειν.—Eur. Ion. 131. Iurgia rauca fori subito compressa quiescunt, vulgus hians pavida relligione tacet. cernere avent omnes sacram procedere pompam, cum pandent solidas aurea templa fores. en! gravis ingreditur ferali veste sacerdos.; cervicem tauri candida vitta ligat. carmen ad aetherias raptim producitur auras, iucunda lyricos voce iterante modos. hinc illinc, qua turba praeit, qua clauditur agmen, dum festiva cavis turribus aera sonant, turis odor, pueris agitantibus, halat acerra, et chorus impubes floribus opplet humum. victima non ausim Superis mactanda vocari, tangere nec Superum vasa minister ego, sed concursus ubi est, et mystica sacra moventur, pars ego divini quantulacunque chori. victima sublatam sentit vittata securim, summisso flamen dat pia vota genu. vestibulum fragrante meum est involvere fumo, me spargente, rosis limina sacra rubent. M CXV NARCISSUS And the suns travelled till there came a day, Made welcome for the weary flocks at noon; Kept haunt for ever on those flowery floors. CXVI P. S. Worsley. The hawk slipt out of the pine, and rose in the sunlit air, Steady and still he poised, his shadow slept on the grass: And the bird's song sickened and sank: she cowered with a furtive stare, Dumb, till the quivering dimness should flicker and shift and pass. Suddenly down he dropped: she heard the hiss of his wing, Fled with a scream of terror: oh, would she had dared to rest! For the hawk at eve was full, and there was no bird to sing, And over the heather drifted the down from a bleeding breast. A. C. Benson. CXV NARCISSUS Sol obiit rediitque diemque adduxit eundo qua, seu flexus erat casu sive ille maligna sorte aliqua aversus, sudore ferasque sequendo lassus iens, gressu pergit tamen usque labanti ad purum et gelidum fontem, quem nulla volucris montivagusve caper vult visere: caespite vivo circum herbisque nitet, Phoebi seclusus ab aestu. illuc nulla hominum vestigia devia opacum per silvae errorem ducentia videris usquam ; nulla cohors pastorum arta sub fronde vocantum flatu iucundo calamorum hilarive camena suadet oves fessas medium vitare calorem ; omnis planitiem saltus, ea florea prata, sola tenent aeterno antiqua silentia regno. CXVI C. W. M. ODIMUS ACCIPITREM, QUIA SEMPER VIVIT IN ARMIS Elapsus pinu petit auras sole calentes arduus accipiter; et dum se librat tacitis immobilis alis, dormiit umbra solo. at cantu languebat avis, furtivaque figens lumina pressit humum muta, coruscantes tremula caligine pennae dum procul aufugerent. ille repentino motu delabitur: alas audierat fremere; nec mora, triste gemens avis exsilit: o utinam illic ausa cubare foret! nam satur accipiter sub vespere gaudet, at infra nulla canebat avis; tantum tesca levis de pectore volsa cruento pluma supervolitat. M 2 CXVII IN MEMORIAM F.A.S. Yet, O stricken heart, remember, O remember Came and stayed and went, nor ever ceased to smile. All that life contains of torture, toil, and treason, CXVIII FROM 'THE LIFE AND DEATH OF JASON' And took therefrom a chaplet brown and sere, The God-begotten wonder, Circe, lights, That being of man once felt, he ne'er shall cease W. Morris. |