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Hiems.

Stat molae gelatus axis, templa baccae vestiunt :
Viscus ex tigno culinae pendulus curam fugat:
Mulctra glacie stridet, inqve labitur pubes lacu :
Merula subvolat fenestrae : flabra phui frigent, fremunt.

Marcus exit aucupatum; ligna Dama qvaeritans
Efflat auras in gelatas spiritum fumo parem;

Thrax secat glaciem iuvencis; tussiunt pueri et senes;
Marcet orbe sol rubente; flabra phui frigent, fremunt.

K.

Amor Inquilinus.

Sit mihi, qva graditur Lalage mea, saepe vagari,
Qvom latebras mulcet vesperis alma qvies;
Sit mihi mellitam Lalages audire loqvelam;
Juppiter, invideam non tibi regna poli.

Haeret Amor semper vivitqve in pectore nostro,
Ceu pius in cari ianitor aede dei.

Spes abeat nobis, abeat fugitiva Voluptas:

Restat adhuc certo foedere iunctus Amor.

K.

Horatius Cocles.

When the oldest cask is opened,
And the largest lamp is lit;

When the chestnuts glow in the embers,
And the kid turns on the spit;
When young and old in circle
Around the firebrands close;
When the girls are weaving baskets,
And the lads are shaping bows;
When the goodman mends his armour,
And trims his helmet's plume;
When the goodwife's shuttle merrily
Goes flashing through the loom;
With weeping and with laughter
Still is the story told,

How well Horatius kept the bridge

In the brave days of old.

MACAULAY.

Wanderer's Nachtlied.

Gentle Peace, whose wand of power
Lulls to slumber woe and pain,

In affliction's sternest hour

Thou canst soothe the wildered brain.

Here I wander tempest-driven,

Seeking comfort, seeking rest;

Child of Heaven,

Glide, O glide into my breast!

K. (from GOETHE.)

Horatius Cocles.

Qvom promta Bacchi est interior nota,
Fulgetqve lampas grandior, et nuces
Vivis inardescunt favillis

Castaneae, verubusqve pingvis

Torqvetur hoedus, qvom iuvenes focum
Festa corona cum senibus fovent,
Virgisqve cistellas puellae

Deproperant, pueriqve formant

Arcus aduncos: qvom reparat pater
Arma, et minacis cornua cassidis
Inflectit, et matrona fuso

Torta trahit radiante pensa,

Flentes recensent non sine risubus
Qvanta ille custos pontis Horatius
Virtutis antiqvae futuris

Ediderit documenta seclis.

Quies.

Caeli progenies, malas

Delenire potens solicitudines,

Et, qvo mens magis angitur,

Maiori recreare alma levamine,

Me tot respice taediis

Fessum: qvid faciunt omnia luctubus Alternantia gaudia?

O subrepe meo, grata Qvies, sinu.

T

F. K

K.

The Solitary Poet.

There was a Poet, whose untimely tomb
No human hands with pious reverence rear'd,
But the charm'd eddies of autumnal winds
Built o'er his mouldering bones a pyramid
Of mouldering leaves in the waste wilderness:
A lovely youth! No mourning maiden deck'd
With weeping flowers, or votive cypress wreath,
The lone couch of his everlasting sleep:
Gentle, and brave, and generous, no lorn bard
Breathed o'er his dark fate one melodious sigh:
He lived, he died, he sung in solitude.

Strangers have wept to hear his passionate notes;
And virgins, as unknown he past, have sigh'd
And wasted for fond love of his wild eyes.
The fire of those soft orbs has ceased to burn,
And Silence, too enamour'd of that voice,
Locks its mute music in her rugged cell.

SHELLEY.

Inscription for a Lighthouse.

Far in the bosom of the deep,

O'er these wild shelves my watch I keep;
A ruddy gem of changeful light
Bound on the dusky brow of night:
The seaman bids my lustre hail,

And scorns to strike his timorous sail.

SCOTT.

Poeta.

Vatem illum rapuit mors inmatura, sepulcroqve
Invidere homines, grati pietate laboris:
Sed desiderio fervens divinitus aura

Desertum celebravit agrum, marcentiaqve ossa
Frondibus auctumni marcente instruxit acervo.
Ah pulcer iuvenis! non virgo maesta cupressum
Votivam inspersit neque flores rore madentes,
Solus ubi aeterna sopitus nocte iacebas.
Tam dulcem periisse virum fortemqve bonumqve
Debita non socius rupit suspiria vates;
Ille canens idem natus moriensqve fefellit.
Ut stetit ut flevit ferventes advena cantus
Aure bibens, visoqve semel, dum praeterit, illo
Flagrantes oculorum aestus mirata puella
Deperit, et lento ignoti tabescit amore.

Nunc teneram longae flammam exstinxere tenebrae,
Lumina diriguere, et in ipsa voce laborans

Includit taciturna cavo Proserpina saxo.

W. G. C.

Pharos loquitur.

Longinqvo procul in maris recessu
Horrentem excubias ago per oram,
Ceu fulget vario colore gemma
Furvis crinibus implicata Noctis;
Me si navita viderit rubentem,
Non curat timidum inligare velum.
W. G. C.

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