But thou art swelling on, thou deep,
Through many an olden clime,
Thy billowy anthem, ne'er to sleep

Until the close of time.

FELICIA HEMANS

Tu tamen antiquas volvis, Neptune, per oras Sacrum, quod resonet tempus in omne, melos.

LUCY

HE dwelt among the untrodden ways

SHE

That skirt the springs of Dove;
A maid whom there were none to praise,
And very few to love.

A violet by a mossy stone,
Half-hidden from the eye,

Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.

She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;

But she is in her grave, and O!

The difference to me!

W. WORDSWORTH

LATINE REDDITUM

Αν

VIA desertae tenuit prope flumina Devae
Rara procis virgo, nescia laudis, iter.

Muscoso latuit viola ut semi-abdita saxo,
Candidior stella, quae nitet una polo.

Nota fuit nullis; vix cognita desiit esse;
Sed jacet; ah! qui sum, qui modo qualis eram !

N

ORPHEUS

HE

E sung what spirit thro' the whole mass is spread,

Everywhere all; how heavens God's laws approve
And think it rest eternally to move :

How the kind sun usefully comes and goes,
Wants it himself, yet gives to man repose:
He sung how earth blots the moon's gilded wane
Whilst foolish men beat sounding brass in vain,
Why the great waters her slight horns obey,
Her changing horns not constanter than they;
He sung how grisly comets hung in air,
Why swords and plagues attend their fatal hair,
God's beacons for the world, drawn up so far
To publish ill, and raise all earth to war.

A. COWLEY