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SEXTUS

Sextus iis ductor, cognomine perfidus, ibat, turpis ob infandum facinus: nunc languidus ora passibus incertis aciem petit ille supremam. cernere enim simulacra modis instantia miris unum fama fuit, mirosque unius ad aures ferri saepe sonos: nam longas femina noctes, pulchra quidem matrona sed et ceu mortua pallens, ad lectum vigilare sedens ac nere relatast: et, fusum versante manu, summissa per umbram carmina dulce canens, stirpes celebrare vetusta laude excellentes et Martia facta priorum : stamina sic neri, dum primum albesceret Eos, carmina sic recini; tum pectoris illa cruenti signa repente aperire ululansque evadere in auras. C. W. M.

XII
AMOR

Te quam venusto corpore sis, Amor,
quam comis adstes, vidimus, et polum
lucere pennis, dum columbae

more volas, pedibusque tranas,
ut ventus, aequor velivolum, et tibi
pro veste tellus versicolor nitet;
ceu flamma subtilis facessis

caecus iter rapidum: minister
te risus anteit, pone subit macer
fletu cupido; vir comes hinc tibi
incedit, hinc virgo satelles,
lumina cui face coniugali
tingente fervent pallida; praesciis
os nuptiarum fragrat odoribus,

ut gemma pubescens; sed Orcum
crede virum comitemque Parcam.

XIII

But by the yellow Tiber
Was tumult and affright;
From all the spacious champaign
To Rome men took their flight.
A mile around the city

The throng stopped up the ways;
A fearful sight it was to see
Through two long nights and days.
For aged folk on crutches

And women great with child,
And mothers sobbing over babes
That clung to them and smiled;
And sick men borne on litters
High on the necks of slaves,
And troops of sunburnt husbandmen
With reaping-hooks and staves;
And droves of mules and asses,
Laden with skins of wine,

And endless flocks of goats and sheep,
And endless herds of kine;
And endless trains of waggons,

That creak'd beneath the weight

Of corn-sacks and of household goods,
Choked every roaring gate.

XIV

VENICE

Macaulay.

How light it moves, how softly! Ah!
Could life, as does our gondola
Unvexed with quarrels, aims and cares,
And moral duties and affairs,

Unswaying, noiseless, swift and strong,
For ever thus-thus glide along!

To closing night from opening morn,
Uplift at whiles slow eyes to mark
Some palace front, some passing bark;

Through windows catch the varying shore,

And hear the soft turns of the oar!

How light we move, how softly! Ah!
Were life but as the gondola !

Clough.

XIII

NOS DULCIA LINQUIMUS ARVA

Interea flavum Tiberim tremere omnia circum,
praecipiti Romam confugiente manu :
undique lata sui linquentes rura coloni
passim stipatas impediere vias.

heu! miserum visu: dumque haec miseranda videntur,
longa perit bis nox, bis perit aegra dies.
en! gravidae matres, baculoque innixa senectus,
flentiaque arridens matris ad ora puer;

aegri sella venit servilibus alta lacertis ;

cum falce agricolae, sole perusta cohors. tum mulique asinique utres et vina ferentes, tum sine fine pecus, tum sine fine boves,— tum sine fine rotae, sacci, frumenta, supellex, omnis ut immisso pondere porta gemat.

W. C. G.

XIV

VENETIAE

En! quam cita per aequor et leni via
phaselus ille labitur.

a! vita si sic inter humanos metus
expers doloris curreret!

nec quid mali curaret insciens opum
morumque pervicacium,—

si sic per undas iret haud segni via
immota semper ac silens,

cui non placeret usque de novo die
ad vesperam sic devehi,

cui non tueri segniter vicina aquae
palatia aut citas rates,

sic per fenestram noscere incertas domos,
sonante remo molliter?

quam leniter meamus! a! si vita sic

velut phaselus curreret!

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FROM

XV

THE VISION OF SIN'

Fill the cup, and fill the can :
Have a rouse before the morn:
Every moment dies a man,

Every moment one is born.

Drink, and let the parties rave:
They are fill'd with idle spleen;
Rising, falling, like a wave,

For they know not what they mean.

He that roars for liberty

Faster binds a tyrant's power; And the tyrant's cruel glee

Forces on the freër hour.

Fill the can, and fill the cup.

All the windy ways of men
Are but dust that rises up,
And is lightly laid again.
Greet her with applausive breath,
Freedom, gaily doth she tread ;
In her right a civic wreath,
In her left a human head.

No, I love not what is new;
She is of an ancient house:
And I think we know the hue
Of that cap upon her brows.
Let her go! her thirst she slakes

Where the bloody conduit runs,
Then her sweetest meal she makes
On the first-born of her sons.

XVI

CONSTANCY

By your truth she shall be true,
Ever true as wives of yore:
And her "Yes" once said to you,
Shall be "Yes" for evermore.

Tennyson.

E. B. Browning.

XV

ARBITRIO POPULARIS AURAE

Exple lagenas, plena ciboria spument: priusquam Lucifer exeat, bacchemur; hic vadit sub Orcum dum loquimur, datur ille partu. inter bibendum seditio fremat iniuriosa plena libidine,

ignara quid quaerat, quid optet,

sic tumet unda caditque rursus. qui iura clamans libera vindicat, stringit tyranni vincula, nec minus crudele subridens tyrannus tempora liberiora ducit. exple lagenas, plena ciboria

spument: quid ultra facta hominum valent ventosa, quam pulvis levatus,

mox recidens recidente flatu. plausu saluta Publicolae deam, cui fert coronam dextera civicam, dum gestit exsultimque ludit, laeva caput sanie cruentum. abominamur quidquid olet novum ; gentem illa prisco ducit ab Inacho, nec fronte nos haerentis alta pileoli color iste fallit. incedat audax; quae satiat sitim qua caede mista ductus aquae rubet, cui primus e natis opimas filius ipse dapes ministrat.

E. D. S.

XVI

CONCORDIA FATA DUORUM

Illa quidem coniunx fido tibi fida manebit, laudatur qualis Penelopea fides:

cumque in verba semel iuraverit illa mariti, vox ea perpetui pignus amoris erit.

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