The Luxury of Tears.

SNATCHED away in beauty's bloom,
On thee shall press no ponderous tomb
But on thy turf shall roses rear

Their leaves, the earliest of the year,
And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom.

And oft by yon blue gushing stream

Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head,
And feed deep thought with many a dream,
And lingering pause and lightly tread,
Fond wretch, as if her step disturbed the dead.

Away! we know that tears are vain,

That death nor heeds nor hears distress :-
Will this unteach us to complain,

Or make one mourner weep the less ?

And thou, who tell'st me to forget,

Alas! thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet.

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Justice.

BYRON.

HE was a virgin of austere regard,

Not as the world esteems her, deaf and blind; But, as the eagle that hath oft compared Her eye with heaven's, so and more brightly shined Her lamping sight; for she the same could wind Into the solid heart, and with her ears

The silence of the thought loud speaking hears, And in one hand a pair of even scales she wears.

GILES FLETCHER.

Wissenschaft.

Einem ist sie die hohe, die himmlische Göttin; dem andern Eine tüchtige Kuh, die ihn mit Butter versorgt.

SCHILLER.

Δάκρυα χαρμονὴν ἔχει.

RAPTA in ipso flore pulchritudinis,
Te non sepulcri pondus ignavum premet;
Tuum sed usqve caespitem teget rosa
Primigena veris; hic tremet silvestribus
Umbris cupressus, nigra sed mollis tamen :
Et caerulos acclinis ad fontes aqvae
Hic somniabit ore demisso Dolor,
Desideriqve pascet angorem sui;
Vixqve immoranti caespitem premet pede
Frustra sepultos ille non turbat gradus.
At at qverellae parce; nil fletus valent,
Nec curat atra mors neqve exaudit preces.
Esto: qvis inde dedocebitur qveri?
Unone flentum turba sic fiet minor?
Ipsi, malorum cui placent oblivia,

Tibi ora pallent, fletibus madent genae.

Sancta Themis.

H. J. H.

IRGINIS os grave, nec, qvod vulgo creditur, aures
Surdum, lucis inops; sed uti qvae saepe superbos

Est aqvila ausa oculos oculo conferre diei,

Haud alia, atqve etiam visus accenditur olli
Lucidior lampas, solidi non inscia cordis
Excussisse sinus; qvin et secreta silentum

Aures accipiunt intus resonantia clare

Consilia, aeqvalesqve manus tenet altera lances.

J. E. B. M.

Doctrina.

UIC dea fit temploqve suo Doctrina locatur :
Illi fert solitum, commoda vacca, cibum.

K.

The Mariners of England.

E Mariners of England,
Who guard our native seas,

Whose flag has braved a thousand

years

The battle and the breeze,

Your glorious standard launch again

To meet another foe,

And sweep through the deep,

While the stormy winds do blow, While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.

The spirits of your fathers

Shall start from every wave;

For the deck it was their field of fame,
And ocean was their grave:
Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell,
Your manly breasts shall glow,
As ye sweep through the deep,
While the stormy winds do blow,
While the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow.

Britannia needs no bulwark,

No towers along the steep;

Her march is o'er the mountain waves,

Her home is on the deep.

With thunders from her native oak

She quells the floods below,

As they roar on the shore,

When the stormy winds do blow, When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.

The meteor-flag of England

Shall yet terrific burn,

Till danger's troubled night depart,

And the star of peace return.

Viri turritis puppibus instant.

UTELA, nautae, litoris Anglici,
Si vestra Martem classis et Aeolum
Iam mille contempsit per annos,
Ite novis reparate bellis

Vexilla priscae conscia gloriae:

Ite ite, pontum verrite, qva graves
Inter procellarum tumultus
Longa ferae tonat ira

pugnae.

Vobis avorum subsilient pii
Manes ab undis omnibus exciti,
Qvos morte pro transtris honesta
Nobile promeritos sepulcrum

Recepit ingenti Oceanus sinu.
Ut mox nepotum corda virilia
Per marmor ardescent euntum,
Fuscus ubi ceciditqve in armis

Magnum duelli fulmen Horatius!
Tutanda nulla turre Britannia
Murosqve dedignans et alto
Ceu proprio dominata ruri

Audax aqvarum montibus improbis
Insultat. Ilex feta tonitribus

Nativa tempestatis iram

Litoribus domat infrementem

Qva mixta ventis proelia saeviunt.

Sic

usqve

diris sidus uti minis

Insigne flagrabit Britannum,

Dum fugiat mala noctis umbra

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.

The Exile.

IGHT waneth fast, the morning star
Saddens with light the glimmering sea,
Whose waves shall soon to realms afar
Waft me from hope, from love, and thee.

Coldly the beam from yonder sky

Looks o'er the waves that onward stray;
But colder still the stranger's eye
To him whose home is far away.

Oh, not at hour so chill and bleak

Let thoughts of me come o'er thy breast; But of the lost one think and speak

When summer suns sink calm to rest.

So, as I wander, fancy's dream

Shall bring me o'er the sunset seas

Thy look in every melting beam,
Thy whisper in each dying breeze.

MOORE.

Authority.

UTHORITY is a disease and cure

Which men can neither want nor well endure.

BUTLER.