III.

Quid forbet? oh quid me mihi furripit?

Senfus quid aufert? lumina quid capit?

Tantùmne mortis vis valebit?

Langueo debilitorque totus.

IV.

Mundi recedit littus, et effugit :

Panduntur altæ fydereæ domus :

Et perfonant aures ftupentes

Carminibus fuperûm phalanges.

√.

Præbete pennas, angelici chori,

Præbete pennas; ecce, feror! feror

Longè per altum! nunc ô Orce!

Afpera Mors! ubi nunc triumphus ?

A

WINTER

PIECE.

I.

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

IT

fnow,

And keenly o'er the wide heath the bitter blaft did blow, When a damfel all forlorn, quite bewildered in her way, Preft her baby to her bofom, and fadly thus did say.

II.

"Oh! cruel was my father, that shut his door on me, And cruel was my mother, that fuch 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 breaft;

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

For,

CANTILENA HYEMALIS.

I.

ESPER erat: campis et nix hyemofa ruebat,

VE

Stridebatque Aquilo per loca mæfta fitu;

Hæc, incerta viæ, peragrabat fola puella,

Infantemque premens, cœpit 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, fo 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 fhe funk, defpairing, upon the drifted fnow, And, wrung with killing anguish, lamented loud her woe: She kiss'd her baby's pale lips, and laid it by her fide; Then caft her eyes to heaven, then bow'd her head

and dy❜d.

THE

Si noftros fciret, durus licet, ille dolores,

Vix hyemem miferos lædere vellet acrem:

IV.

Blandule væ! friges, friges; calor offa reliquit ;
Sufcitet ex oculis fervida gutta meis!

Fervida gutta fluit, fed congelat aura fluentem :
Ah! nunc infelix, orbaque mater ego."

V.

Jam nive congeftâ miserè prolabitur exfpes,

Infandumque gemit, quod dolor intùs agit;

Tum lateri natum apponens, atque ofcula figens
Sufpicit, et flectit, morte gravata, caput.

BELLA