XXVI. Ac veluti, quum Solis equos accepit anhelos J. G. L. XXVII. The Rose. As late each flower that sweetest blows I plucked, the garden's pride, Within the petals of a rose A sleeping Love I spied. Around his brows a beamy wreath All purple glowed his cheek beneath, I softly seized the unguarded Power, And placed him, caged within the flower, But when, unweeting of the guile, Awoke the prisoner sweet, He struggled to escape awhile, And stamped his fairy feet. Ah! soon the soul-entrancing sight He gazed, he thrilled with deep delight, XXVII. Rosa. DUM, quæcunque viget copia narium, Horti delicias persequor, in rosæ Nuper flore jacentem Vidi forte Cupidinem. Lumen cui rutila tempora tæniæ Ambit versicolor; purpureæ genæ Subter dulce coruscis Ardent roribus ebriæ. Incautum tenera corripui manu Somnos ne placidos discuterem, et sinus Sic in flore revinctum Saræ sub niveos tuli. At dulcem ut puerum deseruit sopor, Jactat membra parumper, Et parvis pedibus micat. Ah victrix animi gratia quam cito Iratum edomuit! Spectat, et intimum Cor dulcedine tactus Pennas lætitia quatit. E "And oh!" he cried, "of magic kind What charms this throne endear? Some other Love let Venus find, I'll fix my empire here." Coleridge. XXVIII. BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Like fairy gifts fading away; Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will; And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, That the fervour and faith of a heart can be known, But as truly loves on to the close! As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose. Moore. Atque "Hæc unde capit sic magicis," ait, "Sedes illecebris? Ilicet alterum Mater quærat Amorem, Hic nostro imperio domus." G. S. XXVIII. TAM cupidis hodie quem specto blandus ocellis Iste tuus dulci vernus in ore decor, Crede, meis si cras fugeret mutatus in ulnis, Qualia quæ Nymphæ dant fugitura deæ; Dum tibi nec turpis veneres prædabitur ætas, Et manet ad finem, qui fuit ante calor; B. |