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III.

Quid sorbet ? oh quid me mihi surripit? Sensus quid aufert? lumina quid capit?

Tantùmne mortis vis valebit ?

Langueo debilitorque totus.

IV.

Mundi recedit littus, et effugit :

Panduntur altæ fydereæ domus :

Et personant aures ftupentes

Carminibus superùm phalanges.

V.

Præbete pennas, angelici chori,

Præbete pennas; ecce, feror! feror

Longè per altum ! nunc ô Orce!

Aspera Mors! ubi nunc triumphus ?

А

W IN TER PIECE.

I.

IT

T was a winter's evening, and fast came down the

snow,

And keenly o'er the wide heath the bitter blast did blow,

When a damsel all forlorn, quite bewildered in her way,

Preft her baby to her bosom, and sadly thus did say.

II.

« Oh! cruel was my father, that shut his door on me,

And cruel was my mother, that such a fight could see, And cruel is the wintry wind, that chills my heart with

cold,

But crueller than all the lad, that left my love my gold.

III.

Hush, hush, my lovely baby, and warm thee in my breast;

Ah! little thinks thy father how fadly we're distrest ;

For, CANTILENA HYEMALIS.

1.

VES

ESPER erat : campis et nix hyemosa ruebat,

Stridebatque Aquilo per loca mæsta situ;

Hæc, incerta viæ, peragrabat sola puella,

Infantemque premens, cæpit acerba queri.

II.

" Heu ! pater ille ferus, natæ qui tecta negavit,

Et fera, quæ vidit talia, mater erat,

Et fera vis venti eft, quæ fic mea pectora tundit,

At, mihi qui nummos prætulit, ille magìs.

III.

Parvule mi, taceas, gremio renovesque calorem ;

Ah! nefcit genitor, nos mala quanta premunt:

For, cruel as he is, did he know but how we fare,

He'd shield us in his arms from this bitter piercing air.

IV.

Cold, cold, my dearest jewel! thy little life is

gone; Oh ! let my tears revive thee, so warm that trickle down:

My tears that gush fo warm, Oh! they freeze before

they fall;

[of all.”

Ah! wretched, wretched mother! thou 'rt now bereft

V.

Then down she funk, despairing, upon the drifted snow,

And, wrung with killing anguish, lamented loud her woe:

She kiss’d her baby's pale lips, and laid it by her side; Then cast her eyes to heaven, then bow'd her head

and dy'd.

THE

Si nostros sciret, durus licet, ille dolores,

Vix hyemem miseros lædere vellet acrem:

IV.

Blandule væ! friges, friges; calor ossa reliquit;

Suscitet ex oculis fervida gutta meis !

Fervida gutta Auit, fed congelat aura fuentem :

Ah ! nunc infelix, orbaque mater ego.'

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V.

Jam nive congestâ miserè prolabitur exspes,

Infandumque gemit, quod dolor intùs agit ; Tum lateri natum apponens, atque ofcula figens

Suspicit, et fectit, morte gravata, caput.

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