XXXV FROM THE LIFE AND DEATH OF JASON' But as he doubted, to his eyes alone Within the place a golden light outshone, Through which he passed, and found a grisly stall By glimmering lamps with greenish flame half lit, Who in the likeness of a damsel fair, Colchian Metharma, through the spearmen passed, W. Morris. XXXVI As a fond mother, when the day is o'er, By promises of others in their stead, Which, though more splendid, may not please him more,— Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay, How far the unknown transcends the what we know. Longfellow. XXXV αὐτὰρ ἐγὼ θεός εἰμι, διαμπερές ή σε φυλάσσω ἐν πάντεσσι πόνοις Substitit incertus, iamque ima in parte cavernae aurea lux oculos comitum celata refulsit. spargitur extemplo fumi vapor, ipsaque rursus se iuveni ostendit quae quondam in gurgite mersam cervicem tumidi dea sustentarat Anauri. illa viro adridens nutu vocat, ac pede labens incedit roseo trans formidabile marmor; labentem egelidi circumfunduntur odores. porta fuit, muri circumdant ferrea claustra, quam transit ducente dea; discluditur infra stans praesepe gravi ferro, penitusque sub antro quaque incerta micant funalia luce maligna, ecce iugum et splendens quaerenti offertur aratrum. haec simul adripiens manibus, summaque trahens vi, ad portam tulit: at divae non amplius umbra manserat: illa decus referens atque ora puellae, qualis Metharme, flos Colchidis, agmen obibat vina ferens, animisque metus iniecit inanes: nec minus aequoream nautis stipantibus oram spem laeti eventus, inter spatiata, serebat. XXXVI NATURA Puerum tenellum qualis in crepusculo C. S. tollens modo haec modo illa, tam leni manu E 2 XXXVII ALL SAINTS One feast, of holy days the crest, That loved Heaven's silence more than fame. Such lived not in the past alone, But thread to-day the unheeding street, And stairs to Sin and Famine known About their brows to me appears An aureole traced in tenderest light, Of souls that shivered on the edge And in their mercy felt the pledge XXXVIII J. R. Lowell. THE LORD OF BURLEIGH And he look'd at her and said, Then her people, softly treading, Bore to earth her body, drest In the dress that she was wed in, Tennyson. XXXVII ἀνώνυμοι θανόντες οὐκ ἀνωνύμως. Non ego templorum cultor, tamen et mihi lucet unica sollenni more colenda dies, sacra dies animis, quas ima mente repostas hos hilari cantu, pedibus modo tacta, salutant mox horum pietate valens praesumere ripae non dubitat pactas ulterioris opes. XXXVIII HAVE PIA ANIMA E. D. S. Flens mane flens Torquatus in serum diem obambulabat atrium, gravi dolore perstrepente Tusculi villam propinquam moenibus. adit cadaver satiet ut visus suos, sic fatus ut coram stetit, "ferte ocius quam nupta gestavit prius pallam maritali die." exinde pressis leniter vestigiis pii clientes in rogum qua veste nupta fuerat indutam ferunt, pacem daturi manibus. XXXIX BACCHANALIA Loitering and leaping With saunter, with bounds- In files and in rounds- Loose o'er their shoulders white Showering their hair- Break from the wood, Maddening their blood. Tear from the rifled hedge Shepherd, what ails thee, then? Forth with thy flute! Lure not their cries? Glow not their shoulders smooth? Is not on cheeks like those Lovely the flush ?— -Ah, so the quiet was! So was the hush! XL Of all my verse like not a single line; M. Arnold. Ah! how much better had I stol'n the whole. R. L. Stevenson. |