ON FRIENDSHIP. How sweet is life when passed with those It is not life to drag, alone, Without one kindred soul to share EPITAPH ON AN INFANT. Too soon, grim monarch, with unholy hand, Thou'st snatch'd this infant to thy dreary land, Like some fair rose-bud, plucked from mortal sight, Ere all its beauties opened into light. wild, Nor mourn for ever your departed child! away. Another. FIVE years I lived with lightsome heart and gay, Then, tranquil, mingled with my fellow clay. Mourn not my fate! My days of life were few; My pleasures brief,-but brief my sorrows too. INSCRIPTION ON A FIGURED GEM, REPRESENTING A GOAT GIVING SUCK TO A YOUNG WOLF. A WOLF with my own milk I feed, Obedient to a master's will; By him, I nourish, doomed to bleed, For nature will be nature still. THE GRASSHOPPER'S REMONSTRANCE. ON A GRASSHOPPER IN A SPIDER'S WEB. WHILE with lithe feet his task the spider plied, Within his snares a grasshopper he drew; Under its slender chains the captive sigh'd, And to release the child of song I flew. "Save thee," I cried, "thy chains are off,-be free, And now indulge thy sweetest minstrelsy." TO THE LOCUST. THOU, Locust, soother of my love, whose music slumber brings; Thou, Locust, minstrel of the fields, endowed with shrilly wings; Thou artless mimic of the lyre, some song of beauty sing, By striking, with thy pliant feet, each music-speaking wing. Thou, Locust, trill me from thy chords a love-releasing strain, That thus thou may'st remove my care, my ever-wakeful pain; And I'll the evergreens to thee, as morning gifts, assign, And the dew-drops split in parts to fit that little mouth of thine. ON MENANDER. THE bees, Menander, who with active wing Sport midst the flowers that deck the Muses' spring, Around thy lips in thickening clusters hung, ON THE STATUE OF MENANDER. BEHOLD Menander! Siren of the stage, Who charm'd, with Love allied, a happier age; Light wanton wreaths, that never shall be dead, Are curl'd luxuriant round the poet's head, Who dress'd the scene in colours bright and gay, And breathed enchantment o'er the living lay. ON THE STATUE OF THE SAME POET, PLACED BY THE SIDE OF THE FIGURE OF CUPID. MENANDER, Sweet Thalia's pride, To smile, and please, and breathe in thee. THE GARDENER'S OFFERING. To Pan, the guardian of my narrow soil, SONG OF THE SWALLOW.* OFFERING TO VENUS. GODDESS of surf and shore, these cakes receive- I haste to clasp my Chloe's charms again. SONG OF THE CROW.* LORDS and ladies, for your ear Name and lineage would ye know? He's not one, who picks and chuses; Nurse a boy who calls thee mother; Then search, worthy gentles, the cupboard's close nook; To the lord, and still more to the lady, we look: Custom warrants the suit;-let it still then bear sway; And your Crow, as in duty most bounden, shall pray. *All persons and all things in Greece seem to have had their own peculiar songs, ploughmen, reapers, millers, weavers, shepherds, &c., as may be seen in Athenæus, xiv. 619. Even the poor unpopular crow could boast of one, and persons went about begging in his name, and piping in strains suitable to his habits and disposition. "The crows," says Mr. Mitchell, “appear to have been in great disfavour with the Athenians; they had the fee-simple of all that society wished to eject from itself; and thus stood to the Greeks somewhat in the relation of that malignant person, who, according to Rabelais, breakfasts on the souls of serjeant-at-arms fricasseed. This song will show that the dislike to the crow did not prevail universally among the Greeks, but that the same use was made of him in some parts, as in others was made of the swallow." In like manner, (as we learn from Scripture,) the Hebrews also had their songs, adapted to different occupations and employments. The grinder at the mill, the harvest-man in the field, the vintager on his hill-side, all beguiled their labours with song.-See Isaiah ix, 3; Jeremiah xxv, 10; xlviii, 33; Ecclesiasticus xxxii, 5, 9. THE Swallow is come! The Swallow is come! He brings us the season of vernal delight That his palate would please Or a slice of rich cheese? On your gate and your door Or our strength shall be tried But small hands to the task. An alms-man and suppliant, For no greybeards are we But boys, who will have our own way. THE ROSE. DID Jove a queen of flowers decree, LAIS. GREECE, once the nurse of generous hearts, The swallow, as the herald of spring, was an universal favourite amongst the Greeks, and was welcomed by the children in their little songs. The one presented here, was that usually sung by the children of Rhodes, who ran about in troops, carrying a live swallow with them, and choiring its praises from door to door.-See Hase's public and private life of the ancient Greeks. ON ERINNA. THOU who hadst lately birth to music given Of bee-engender'd hymns, and swan-voiced lays, Art now o'er Acheron's dark waters driven By Fate, the spindle of man's life that sways. Yet still, Erinna, will the Muse proclaim Thy labours-deathless in the choirs of Fame. INSCRIPTION ON A BATH. OR from this fount, a joyous birth, The Queen of Beauty rose to earth, Or heavenly Venus, bathing, gave Her own quintessence to the wave. THE OLIVE TO THE VINE. I AM Minerva's sacred plant; Press me no more, intruding vine! Unwreathe your wanton arms! Avaunt! A modest maiden loves not wine. ЕРІТАРН. FORTUNE and Hope, adieu! I've found my port; You've done with me; be others now your sport. The Same paraphrased. AT length to Fortune, and to you, May now betray some simpler hearts; ON A FRIEND. How often, Lycid, shall I bathe with tears Imitated by Jortin in the following beautiful lines. Oн had the Fate that cut thy tender age, THE LOVES OF SAPPHO AND ANACREON.* But she, the Nymph, for whom I glow, Sapph. O Muse, who sitt'st on golden throne! Full many a hymn of dulcet tone The Teian Sage is taught by thee. But, Goddess! from thy throne of gold, The sweetest hymn thou'st ever told, He lately learn'd and sang for me. THE LOVES OF SAPPHO AND ALCÆUS. Sapph. If aught of good, if aught of fair, ON SAPPHO. COME, Lesbian maids, to Juno's royal dome! With steps that hardly press the pavement, come! Let your own Sappho lead the lovely choir, Such strains, that men shall wonder and adore. DIOGENES TO CROESUS. WHEN now the Cynic in dark Pluto's reign, repos'd. "Dreamer," he cried, "of streams, that flowed with gold, My higher dignity in hell behold! For all I had on earth this nether sphere Receives with me,-but thou hast nothing here." A FRAGMENT. Jor follow thee; if joy can reach the dead, And-or my mind misgives-it surely will; For when the miseries of life are fled, How sweet the deep forgetfulness of ill! "Mais, par malheur," as Bayle says, "Sappho vint au monde environ cent ou six vingt ans avant Anacreon." TO A FRIEND. QUAFF with me the purple wine, LOVE. "TIs Love that murmurs in my breast, And makes me shed the secret tear; Nor day nor night my soul hath rest, For night and day his voice I hear. A wound within my heart I find, And oh! 'tis plain where Love has been; Oh, Bird of Love! with song so drear, LIFE AND DEATH. But, born, that I must die. The end and the beginning Of losing or of winning, Of pleasure or distress. Then give me wine at least, TO ROME. DAUGHTER of Mars! Hail, mighty Power! The pride of vast dominion lent, In bonds of ordered government. Beneath thy yoke's compelling beam Unmeasur'd earth and ocean hoar The nations rul'st from shore to shore. The first to blaze in glorious fight, That Ceres marshals, golden-bright." FLOWERS. THE Zephyrs and the Graces wove her garment, Exuberant with gentle showers, brings forth; REASON NOT PROOF AGAINST CUPID AND BACCHUS UNITED. WITH Reason I cover my breast as a shield, FOREKNOWLEDGE. LIFE's ills, could man by knowing, THE DEAD. THE phantom of a substance fled, Where darkness all above is spread, These these alone, when we are dead, Down through that yawning gulf, the grave, Shall sink the great, the good, the brave, Where, by the hush of sullen wave, DEATH THE UNIVERSAL LOT. FRAGMENT. THE ever-smiling Venus, and the Nymphs *This ode has been sometimes ascribed to Erinna, but Old Ida's lofty summit, crown'd with springs, is evidently the production of a later age. In quick vibration echoes back the strain. THE LOVER'S WISH. On, that I were some gentle air, I might upon that bosom blow!- Which, even now thy hands have prest, To live, though but for one short hour, Upon the Elysium of thy breast. EXCLAMATION OF VENUS, ON SEEING HER STATUE BY PRAXITELES. Mr naked charms! The Phrygian swain, And Dardan boy-to those I've shown them, And only those of mortal strain:— How should Praxiteles have known them? ON A STATUE OF ENVY. MOULDED with envied skill, black Envy see, A living mass of prostrate misery. Grieved at another's good, the wretch has thrown His aged limbs down on the hard rough stone: And there the shrivell'd form in squalor lies, Heaving with ill-represt, soul-maddening sighs. With one old hand, which props those hoary hairs, His pale, thin temples, see! the madman tears; While, in the other hand, a staff is found, Wherewith he smites, with furious grins, the ground. Gnashing in double row, those teeth declare How much his neighbour's weal o'erwhelms him with despair. ON AN INFANT. RELENTLESS Ades, why of life bereave The child Callæschrus?-if a toy he be In her dark home to thy Persephone, Still with what sorrow must his parents grieve? THE INVITATION. COME, sit by yon shadowy pine, That covers my sylvan retreat, And see how its branches incline The breathing of Zephyr to meet. See the fountain that, gurgling, diffuses Around me a glittering spray, By the brink, as the traveller muses, I soothe him to sleep with my lay. THE TRYSTING TREE. SEE a meet spot for longing lovers' vows, UNDER A WINGED CUPID. Or shunning Love 'tis vain to talk, When he can fly, and I but walk. |