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Gods, how oft the traitress dear
Swore, by Venus, she'd be here !
But to one so false as she
What is man or deity ?
Neither doth this proud one fear,

No, neither doth she fear.

TWIN’ST THOU WITH LOFTY WREATH THY

BROW? *

BY PAUL, THE SILENTIARY.

Twin'st thou with lofty wreath thy brow?

Such glory then thy beauty sheds,
I almost think, while awed I bow,

'Tis Rhea's self before me treads.
Be what thou wilt, — this heart
Adores whate'er thou art !

Dost thou thy loosen'd ringlets leave,

Like sunny waves to wander free?
Then, such a chain of charms they weave,

As draws my inmost soul from me.
Do what thou wilt, - I must
Be charm’d by all thou dost !
Ev'n when, enwrapped in silvery veils,t
Those
sunny

locks elude the sight,

Κεκρυφαλοι σφιγγουσι τεην τριχα; ;

Ap. BRUNCK. xxxiv.
Η Αργενναις οθονησι κατηορα βοστρυχα κευθεις.

Oh, not ev'n then their glory fails

To haunt me with its unseen light.
Change as thy beauty may,
It charms in every way.

For, thee the Graces still attend,

Presiding o’er each new attire,
And lending every dart they send

Some new, peculiar touch of fire.
Be what thou wilt, — this heart
Adores whate'er thou art !

WHEN THE SAD WORU.

BY PAUL, THE SILENTIARY.

WHEN the sad word, " Adieu," from my lip is nigh

falling, And with it, Hope passes away, Ere the tongue hath half breathed it, my fon 1 heart

recalling That fatal farewell, bids me stay. For oh ! 't is a penance so weary

One hour from thy presence to be, That death to this soul were less dreary,

Less dark than long absence from thee.

Σωζεο σοι μελλων ενεπειν.

Ap. BRUNCK. xxxix

Thy beauty, like Day, o'er the dull world breaking,

Brings life to the heart it shines o'er, And, in mine, a new feeling of happiness waking,

Made light what was darkness before. But mute is the Day's sunny glory,

While thine hath a voice,* on whose breath, More sweet than the Syren's sweet story,t

My hopes hang, through life and through death!

MY MOPSA IS LITTLE.

BY PHILODEMUS.

My Mopsa is little, my Mopsa is brown,
But her cheek is as smooth as the peach's soft down

And, for blushing, no rose can come near her; In short, she has woven such nets round my heart, That I ne'er from my dear little Mopsa can part, –

Unless I can find one that's dearer.

Her voice hath a music that dwells on the ear,
And her

eye

from its orb gives a daylight so clear, That I'm dazzled whenever I meet her;

Ηματι γαρ σεο φεγγος ομοιιον. αλλα το μεν που
Αφθογγον. .

Συ δ' εμοι και το λαλημα φερεις
Κεινο, το Σειρηνων γλυκυερωτερον.
+ Μικκη και μελανευσα Φιλιννον.

Ap. BRUNCK. X.

Her ringlets, so curly, are Cupid's own net,
And her lips, oh their sweetness I ne'er shall forget-

Till I light upon lips that are sweeter.

But 't is not her beauty that charms me alone, 'Tis her mind, 'tis that language whose eloquent tone

From the depths of the grave could revive one: In short, here I swear, that if death were her doom I would instantly join my dead love in the tomb

Unless I could meet with a live one.

STILL, LIKE DEW IN SILENCE FALLING.*

BY MELEAGER.

STILL, like dew in silence falling,

Drops for thee the nightly tear;
Still that voice the past recalling,
Dwells, like echo, on my ear,

Still, still!

Day and night the spell hangs o'er me,

Here for ever fix'd thou art:
As thy form first shone before me,
So 't is graven on this heart,

Deep, deep!

Αει μοι

συνει μεν εν ουασιν ηχος Ερωτος. .

Ap. BRUNCK. liü.

Love, oh Love, whose bitter sweetness,

Dooms me to this lasting pain,
Thou who cam'st with so much fleetness,
Why so slow to go again?

Why? why?

UP, SAILOR BOY, "TIS DAY.

UP, sailor boy, 't is day!

The west wind blowing,

The spring tide flowing, Summon thee hence away. Didst thou not hear yon soaring swallow sing? Chirp, chirp, — in every note he seem'd to say 'Tis Spring, 't is Spring. Up boy, away, Who'd stay on land to-day ?

The very flowers

Would from their bowers Delight to wing away!

Leave languid youths to pine

On silken pillows;

But be the billows Of the great deep thine.

Ω πτανοι, μη και ποτ' εφι πτασθαι μεν, Ερωτες,

Οιδατ', αποπτηναι δ' υδ όσον ισχυετε.

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