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The Perilous Pleasure.

RAUGHTS of joy I daily drink
From the lovely Chloe's eyes :-
Sport not, friend, on peril's brink;
In that cup Love's poison lies.

The Heart of Singing.

ADY, sing no more!
Science all is vain,

Till the heart be touched, lady,

And give forth its pain.

'Tis a living lyre,

Fed by air and sun,

O'er whose witching wire, lady,

Faery fingers run.

Pity comes in tears

From her home above,

Hope, and sometimes Fear, lady,

And the wizard,-Love.

Each doth search the heart
To its inmost springs,

And when they depart, lady,

Then the Spirit sings.

A Paisley Toast.

S. A.

BARRY CORNWALL.

EACE and Plenty, without killing:

Beef at a groat, and meal at a shilling.

Dulce Periculum.

Τέρπεται ἀμβροσίῃ τὸ φίλον μοι γηθοσύνη κῆρ
τῷ δύο τῆς καλῆς ὄμματ' ἰδόντι Χλόης.
ὦ φίλε, μὴ τερπνὸν θάρρει κίνδυνον· Ἔρως γὰρ
ὄμμασι τοιούτοις δεινὸς ἔπεστι φύλαξ.

W. B. T. J.

Citharae sciens.

YDIA, pone chelyn: nil ars valet ista canendi,
Ni mens sollicitum mota resolvat onus:
Mens, animata chelys, Zephyriqve et solis alumna,
Non nisi divino pollice tacta canit:

Quippe ubi flens caelo Pietas delabitur, et Spes,
Et Pavor, et comitem se magus addit Amor,
Hi vice qvisqve sua penitus praecordia temptant,
Nec, nisi cum fugiunt, mens resoluta canit.

K.

Publica Vota.

AX et Copia sint sine sangvine: bubula binis
Senisqve far sestertiis.

Y

K.

Beauty from the Light retired.

HE 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.

WORDSWORTH.

Sir Galahad.

Y good blade carves the casques of

men,

My tough lance thrusteth sure;
My strength is as the strength of ten,
Because heart is pure.

my

The shattering trumpet shrilleth high,

The hard brands shiver on the steel,
The splintered spear-shafts crack and fly,
The horse and rider reel.

They reel, they roll in changing lists,
Until the tide of combat stands ;
Then perfumed flowers fall in showers,
That lightly rain from ladies' hands.

TENNYSON.

Fallentis Semita vitae.

Οίμοις ἐν ἀστιβήτοις
κρήνησι 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,
ἔξη βίον λαθραῖον,
παῦροι δ ̓ ἐπησθάνοντο
τῆς παρθένου θανούσης.
καὶ τὴν μὲν εἷλε τύμβος,
ἐμοὶ δ ̓ ὅσον λέλοιπεν
αἳ αἲ πόθον τίς οἶδε ;

Κ.

Pugnaeqve cient simulacra sub Armis.

ELLANTUM galeas, ensis fidissime, findis, Nec dubios ictus, lancea dura, moves; Scilicet has vires mens incorrupta ministrat; Hinc bis qvinqve viris unus adaeqvor ego. Interea tuba clarisono ciet aere fragorem, Exitium ferro ferrea parma facit,

Dissilit hinc illinc hastarum fissile robur,
Nutat equus prono pondere, nutat eques.
Nutat eques varioqve volubilis ordine fertur,
Martia dum positis unda residat aquis;
Nec mora, odoratus florum demittitur imber,
Virginea leviter praemia lapsa manu.

T. M.

Vivien.

UT Vivien, fearing Heaven had heard her oath,
And dazzled by the livid-flickering fork,

And deafened with the stammering cracks and
claps

That followed, clung to him and hugged him close, And called him dear protector in her fright,

Nor yet forgot her practice in her fright,

But wrought upon his mood, and hugged him close.
She shook from fear, and for her fault she wept
Of petulancy; she called him lord and liege,
Her seer, her bard, her silver star of eve,
Her god, her Merlin, the one passionate love
Of her whole life: And ever overhead
Bellowed the tempest, and the rotten branch
Snapt in the rushing of the river-rain
Above them and in change of glare and gloom
Her eyes and neck glittering went and came :
Till now the storm, its burst of passion spent
Moaning and calling out of other lands,
Had left the ravaged woodland yet once more

To peace and what should not have been had been,
For Merlin, overtalked and overworn,

Had yielded, told her all the charm and slept.

TENNYSON.

Y

Yes.

your truth she shall be true, Ever true as wives of yore: And her Yes, once said to you,

Shall be Yes for evermore.

E. B. BROWNING.

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