Where the spray and the breeze blow free And dishevel their loose gray locks. I would spread my wings to the moist, salt air, Carry I heed not where, Somewhither far away, Somewhither far from my hateful home, Where the breast of the breeze is sprinkled with spray, Over the waves' wild ecstasy, W. H. M. O'E THE CONTRAST. From Moschus. 'ER the smooth main, when scarce a zephyr blows I seek the calmness of the breathing shore, But when white-foaming heave the deeps on high, Sweet are the sounds that murmur through the wood, While roaring storms upheave the dangerous flood; THE RETURN OF SPRING. Then if the winds more fiercely howl, they rouse Hard is the life the weary fisher finds, Be mine soft sleep, beneath the spreading shade 9 ROBERT BLAND. THE RETURN OF SPRING TO THE HAS SAILOR. From Philostratus. ASTE to the port! The twittering swallow calls, The meadows laugh; and warm the zephyr falls Now spring your cables, loiterers ! Spread your sails! O'er the smooth surface of the water roam ! So shall your vessel glide with friendly gales, And fraught with foreign treasure waft you home. THE LOOSING OF THE WINDS. From the Æneid of Virgil, Book I. HE said, and with his spear struck wide The portals of the mountain side. At once, like soldiers in a band, Forth rush the winds, and scour the land; East, South, and West, with storms in train, Are blotted from the Trojans' eyes; At once Æneas thrilled with dread: "O happy thrice and yet again, O Diomed, first of Greeks in fray, THE LOOSING OF THE WINDS. Where stretched beneath a Phrygian sky Where Simoïs tumbles 'neath his wave Now, howling from the North, the gale, Ridging the main, a reef of stone. Three more fierce Eurus from the deep, A sight to make the gazer weep, Drives on the shoals, and banks them round With sand, as with a rampire-mound. One, which erewhile from Lycia's shore Orontes and his people bore, E'en in Æneas' anguished sight, A sea down crashing from the height 2 II There in the vast abyss are seen The swimmers, few and far between ; Aletes old and gray, Abas and brave Achates bow Beneath the tempest's sway ; Fast drinking in through timbers loose At every pore the fatal ooze, Their sturdy barks give way. JOHN CONINGTON. THE LOOSING OF THE WINDS. From the Æneid of Virgil, Book I. HUS having said, with his inverted spear THU He smote the hollow mountain on the side. Then forth the winds, like some great marching host, Vent being given, rush turbulent, and blow In whirling storm abroad upon the lands: Down pressing on the sea from lowest depths Upturned, Eurus and Notus all in one Blowing, and Africus with rainy squalls, Dense on the vast waves rolling to the shore. Then follow clamoring shouts of men, and noise Of whistling cordage. On a sudden, clouds Snatch from the Trojans all the light of day And the great sky. Black night lies on the sea. |