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Fly, fatal shaft. with cruel zeal

The conscious murtheress cried,

· And teach yon haughty boy to feel The anguish due to pride.'

To soothe the soul-subduing power
Awhile I fondly strove;

But combated, alas! in vain,

The omnipotence of Love.

Then ah! at length, stern Power, forbear,
Thy wrath at length forego:
Enough my youth has felt of care;

Enough has tasted woe.

Or if ordained by stubborn fate

To drag the eternal chain,
Doomed, as I bend beneath its weight,
To court relief in vain;

To Mira equal toil impart ;

On her thy pang bestow;

Thrill with Love's agony her heart,

And bid her suffer too.

WRANGHAM.

'I, fuge,' fatalis clamavit conscia plagæ,

'I, pete,' ait, 'durum, fida sagitta, latus:

Hinc tandem, hinc discat nostri contemptor oportet, Quæ sint feminea vulnera missa manu.'

Pectoris ut sævos possem sanare dolores,
Tentavi medica quicquid in arte fuit;
Sed frustra petii duro me opponere morbo :
Ah! medica non est arte fugandus Amor.

Improbe, parce, Puer, pennatum intendere ferrum ;
In me crudeles desine ferre minas:

Præteritos egi non tam feliciter annos;
Experta est varias nostra juventa vices.

Sin quæ dispensant mortalia fila sorores
Imposito prohibent solvere colla jugo;

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Si me fata jubent æternam ferre catenam,

Nec prodest votis solicitasse Deos;

Tu saltem Miræ similem, Puer, incute plagam,
Languescat, quæso, vulnere nympha pari:
Hæc quoque cognoscat quid sit succumbere amori,
Transadigatque animas una sagitta duas.

G. C.

LOUISA.

THOUGH by a sickly taste betrayed
Some may dispraise the lovely maid,
With fearless pride I say,

That she is healthful, fleet and strong,
And down the rocks can leap along
Like rivulets in May.

And smiles has she to earth unknown;
Smiles, that with motion of their own
Do spread and sink and rise ;

That come and go with endless play,
And ever as they pass away

Are hidden in her eyes.

She loves her fire, her cottage-home,

Yet o'er the moorland will she roam

In weather rough and bleak;

And when against the wind she strains, O might I kiss the mountain rains

That sparkle on her cheek.

LOUISA.

RUSTICAM spernant alii puellam, et
Simplici myrto folia allaborent;
Suscipit gratum mea lingua munus
Ausa referre,

Quam salus illam decoret vigorque ; Quamque veloci pede per profunda Saxa decurrat, redeunte sicut

Flumina Maio.

Ridet huic risus similis Dearum,

Qui suas toto veneres in ore

Prodit, alterno refluens fluensque

Molliter æstu ;

Pertinax circumvolitare lusu

Sedulo frontem; aut roseum cubile
Deserens vultus, oculi in protervis
Ignibus abdi.

Parvulo contenta focum paternum
Et lares parvos amat: at procellæ
Immemor grata vice pervagatur

Devia montis;

Dumque ibi in ventos animosa certat, Imbrium gemmas utinam oscularer, Qui genis in purpureis pudica

Luce coruscant!

Take all that's mine beneath the moon,

If I with her but half a noon

May sit beneath the walls

Of some old cave or mossy nook,

Whene'er she wanders up the brook

To hunt the waterfalls.

WORDSWORTH.

THE KNIGHT'S GRAVE.

WHERE is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn
Where may the grave of that good man be?
By the side of a fount on the breast of Helvellyn,
Under the twigs of a young birch tree.

The oak that in summer was pleasant to hear,
And rustled its leaves at the fall of the year,

And bellowed and whistled in winter alone,

Is gone-in its place the birch tree is grown.
The knight's bones are dust,

And his good sword rust

His soul is with the saints I trust!

COLERIDGE.

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