Viri turritis puppibus instant.

TVTELA, nautae, litoris Anglici, si uestra Martem classis et Aeolum iam mille contempsit per annos, ite nouis reparate bellis

uexilla priscae conscia gloriae: ite ite, pontum uerrite, qua grauis inter procellarum tumultus

longa ferae tonat ira pugnae.

uobis auorum subsilient pii manes ab undis omnibus exciti, quos morte pro transtris honesta nobile promeritos sepulchrum

suscepit ingenti oceanus sinu. ut mox nepotum corda uirilia per marmor ardescent euntum, Fuscus ubi ceciditque in armis

magnum duelli fulmen Horatius !
tutanda nulla turre Britannia
murosque dedignans et alto
ceu proprio dominata ruri

audax aquarum montibus inprobis insultat. ilex feta tonitribus

natiua tempestatis iram

litoribus domat infrementem

the meteor-flag of England
shall yet terrific burn,

till danger's troubled night depart,
and the star of peace return.
then, then, ye ocean warriors,
our song and feast shall flow
to the fame of your name,

when the storm has ceased to blow, when the fiery fight is heard no more, and the storm has ceased to blow.

CAMPBELL.

Thy Days are done.

THY days are done, thy fame begun ; thy country's strains record

the triumphs of her chosen son,

the slaughters of his sword;

the deeds he did, the fields he won,

the freedom he restored.

though thou art fallen, while we are free,
thou shalt not taste of death;

the generous blood that flowed from thee
disdained to sink beneath :
within our veins its currents be,
thy spirit on our breath.

thy name, our charging hosts along,
shall be the battle-word;

thy fall, the theme of choral song from virgin voices poured.

to weep would do thy glory wrong; thou shalt not be deplored.

BYRON.

qua mixta uentis proelia saeuiunt.
sic usque diris sidus uti minis
insigne flagrabit Britannum,

dum fugiat mala noctis umbra
pacisque felix stella refulgeat.
tum rite, pugnax oceani genus,
uestros honorabunt triumphos
carminibus dapibusque ciues,
uestrae dabuntur pocula gloriae,
cum flare lassi desierint Noti,
Martisque cessarint procellae
sollicitas agitare gentis.

Tu decus omne tuis.

LVX cecidit uitae; famae tibi nascitur astrum; paria te grato carmine rite colit,

scilicet eximiae subolis cantare triumphos sedila; quot proprio strauerit ense uiros, quas ulerit bello laurus, quo uictor ab hoste reddiderit populo libera iura suo.

tu cacs; at, dum nos libertas alma tuetur,
impi nil in te funera iuris habent.
qui tib profluxit generosus corpore sanguis
ire sıb indignum non tulit ille solum:
di faciat nostras ditent ea flumina uenas
uiuat et in nostro spiritus ore tuus.

sicubi Mars patrius saeuum procurret in hostem,
sola tum pugnae tessera nomen erit:
nostra dcus tanti celebrabunt carmina leti,
carmin. uirgineis rite sonanda choris.
magne, tae fletus essent iniuria famae:

questibis haud nostris dedecorande, uale.

Beauty from the Light retired.

SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways
beside the springs of Dove,

a maid whom there were none to praise,
and very few to love.

a violet by a mossy stone
half-hidden from the eye,

fair as a star when only one
is shining in the sky,

she lived unknown, and few could know
when Lucy ceased to be;

but she is in her grave, and oh!

the difference to me.

WORDSWORTI.

To Astronomers.

TALK not so glibly of planets and suns and stars by the million,

is Nature only great when you can reckon her up? such are the questions, I grant, in space aboe others

exalted:

but not in space, O my friend, dwells the Exalted

itself.

From SCHILER.

Bodenlose Liebe.

THE purse of Fortunatus, I can proe,
is only Love:

for only Love, the more it gives, the more
hath yet in store.

From W. MELLER.

Fallentis Semita Vitae.

Οἴμοις ἐν ἀστιβήτοις
κρήνῃσι πὰρ Πελείης
κούρη τις ἦν, παρῴκει δ'
ἐπαινέσων μὲν οὐδεὶς
παῦροι δέ μιν φιλοῦντες.
ἴον γὰρ ὡς φανέν τι
πέτρης ὑπὲκ μελαίνης,
καλή θ ̓ ὅπως τις ἀστὴρ
μόνος φλέγων δι' αἴθρης,
ἔζη βίον λαθραίον,
παῦροι δ ̓ ἐπῃσθάνοντο
τῆς παρθένου θανούσης.
καὶ τὴν μὲν εἷλε τύμβος,
ἐμοὶ δ ̓ ὅσον λέλοιπεν
αἱ αἱ πόθον τίς οἶδε ;

*Ανδρας μετεωροφένακας.

QVID me tot nebulis, tot solibus usque fatigas? an nisi quod numeres est tibi grande nihil? maxima quae capiat spatium, Meteore, recenses, sed spatium magni nil, Meteore, capit.

Fortunati Saccus.

VIN Fortunati ueniat tibi saccus? amato: quo plus largitur, plus habet unus Amor.