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vitae pars ego floridae

vitabo senium: me Sophocli parem
canescente coma tamen

praestabit iuvenem Daulias et nemus.
et cum vivere desinam,

dicent vera mei: quod potuit dare

ille ultro dedit, unice libertatis amans, ille puertiae.

E. D. S.

CLXXX

AD MUSCAM

Istos, Musca, reor sonitus rationis egentes
non bene Chaldaeum sustinuisse senem ;
nec sonitu solum terres ;-inamabile vulnus
cuspidis in morsu suspicor esse tuo.
at latebris ne crede tuis te fallere;-vel nunc
quidquid agam, velo semiadoperta, vides.
et sitiens audis, et sedula, teque procacem
quis neget? a! nosco quid tria verba velint.
parce precor,-requies unam modo detur in horam,—
parce precor sensus sollicitare meos !

quin age dilectos potius tibi quaere recessus;
valle sub umbrosa quaere, molesta, boves;
has, vel harundinea stagni sub margine, vel qua
ubera permulcet frigore gramen, adi,

dum cognatorum morsus et murmura frustra
distincta maculis pelle fugare volunt.

fas et equi patulas nares tibi pungere, donec
candida per frenum spuma furentis eat;
scilicet indignans tali se vulnere victum
argutum rabie iactat agente caput.

hinc procul i facilis per clivos perque paludes,
purpureus populi rex velut ille tui,
collis apricus ubi cytisis florentibus albet,
et ferrugineae te comitantur apes;

aut gyro volitans humili per prata colono,
nuntia venturi certior imbris, ades.

CLXXXI

FROM 'THE REVENGE'

And they stared at the dead that had been so valiant and true,
And had holden the power and glory of Spain so cheap
That he dared her with one little ship and his English few;
Was he devil or man? He was devil for aught they knew,
But they sank his body with honour down into the deep,
And they mann'd the Revenge with a swarthier alien crew,
And away she sail'd with her loss and long'd for her own;
When a wind from the lands they had ruin'd awoke
from sleep,

And the water began to heave and the weather to moan,
And or ever that evening ended a great gale blew,
And a wave like the wave that is raised by an earth-
quake grew,

Till it smote on their hulls and their sails and their masts and their flags,

And the whole sea plunged and fell on the shot-shatter'd navy of Spain,

And the little Revenge herself went down by the island crags To be lost evermore in the main.

CLXXXII

Love, strong as Death, is dead,
Come, let us make his bed

Among the dying flowers;
A green turf at his head
And a stone at his feet
Whereon we may sit

In the quiet evening hours.

He was born in the Spring
And died before the harvesting,
On the last warm summer day
He left us: he would not stay
For Autumn twilight cold and grey
Sit we by his grave, and sing,
He is gone away.

Tennyson.

To few chords, and sad and low
Sing we so:

Be our eyes fixed on the grass
Shadow-veiled as the years pass,
While we think of all that was
In the long ago.

C. G. Rossetti.

CLXXXI

PAUCI CONTRA TOT MILIA FORTES Exanimum stupuere diu, quod pectus in illo quae fueritque fides, quantum et despexerit ipsos. scilicet Hispanorum opibus famaeque Britannos opposuisse ducem paucos unumque phaselum ! num genere humano an Furiis Ereboque creatum ? dicere quis posset? sed iustis rite peractis divi sive hominis demittunt corpus in undas; deinde Ultrix genti male tradita sole perustae it gravior damno super alta suosque requirit. mox terra genitus, quae pestem senserat hostes, se levat ex somno ventus; freta crescere, et aer audiri usque gemens; necdum nox venit, et ingens saevit hiemps, quantumque tument cum terra movetur, vasta magis magis unda tumens aplustria malos vela feritque trabes, omne ut mare desuper actum quassas tormentis naves demergat Hiberas; parvaque cum magnis, qua proicit insula cautes, Ultrix obruitur nunquam eventura profundo.

C. W. M.

CLXXXII

σπένδω μνᾶμα πόθων

Eheu! mortuus est Amor,

Leto par habitus; sternite marcidis
lectum sternite floribus.

circa molle caput ponite caespitem,

sed plantis lapis additus

det sedem placido tempore vesperis.
natus vere prius, tamen

maturis obiit frugibus, ultimo

aestatis calidae die:

autumni metuens glauca crepuscula et

frigus fugit inhospitum.

abrepti ad tumulum dicite neniam.

maestae, sic decuit, fides

languescant: oculos gramine pallido
tristes figite, dum fugax

annorum series mente revolvitur.

S

CLXXXIII

'THE SEVEN SEAS.'

Fair is our lot :-O goodly is our heritage!
(Humble ye, my people, and be fearful in your mirth :)
For the Lord our God Most High

He hath made the deep as dry,

He hath smote for us a pathway to the ends of all the Earth:

Yea, though we sinned-and our rulers went from

righteousness

Deep in all dishonour though we stained our garment's hem.

Oh be ye not dismayed

Though we stumbled and we strayed

We were led by evil counsellors-the Lord shall deal with them!

Hold ye the Faith, the Faith our Fathers sealed us:
Whoring not with visions-overwise and overstale :
Except ye pay the Lord

Single heart and single sword

Of your children in their bondage shall He ask them treble-tale!

Keep ye the law-be swift in all obedience-
Clear the land of evil, drive the road, and bridge
the ford.

Make ye sure to each his own,

That he reap where he hath sown:

By the peace among our people let men know we serve

the Lord.

Rudyard Kipling.

CLXXXIII

IMPERIUM OCEANO, FAMAM QUI TERMINAT ASTRIS

Heredes sumus imperi

fausta sorte dati: deicias humi

celsum, gens mea, verticem, et
misce, namque sapis, laetitia metum:
en! vasta Omnipotens Deus
siccavit maria, et perpetuam viam
terrae excudit ad ultimos

fines tetra lues nos licet imbuat
maiorumque protervitas,

et vestes maculosum inficiat nefas,
absit sollicitus timor.

si decepta vagos planta fefellerit,
numen supplicia exiget
terrarum dominis prava monentibus.
constet relligio vetus,

quam sanxere patres; vos neque futiles
corrumpant sapientiae
informi senio turpis imagines :—
ni cordis Deus intimi

bellorumque potens unus habebitur,
servilis patiens iugi

poenas progenies tergeminas dabit.
sacris legibus impigri

parete, et nocuas pellite finibus
pestes: omne solum viis

explorate iugum imponite flumini;
vestra certa opera fides

gnavo ruricolae sit segetis suae :

pax late populis favens

vos servire Deo gentibus indicet.

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