L. I and my brilliant sisters. Trap to catch a Sunbeam. LII. Into the gloomy prison. Trap to catch a Sunbeam. 68 LXVII. Adieu, adieu, my native shore. LXXI. Weave thee a wreath of woodbine LXXVII. Veturia Coriolanum alloquitur LXXIX. Do not say that life is waning LXXXII. The bride is dead, the bride is dead. Barry Cornwall 100 LXXXIII. Time, fly with greater speed away. Cowley. 102 LXXXVI. Past was the day of festal mirth. Lays and Ballads 105 II. I can stifle any violent inclination XL. Some men's books XLIII. But already the hand XLVIII. What cruel tyrants were the Romans LI. Providence never intended LV. Sappho, the Lesbian LXII. There is not, in my opinion LXVI. The poor and ignorant Arab LXX. Rivers may run backward Addison. Layard. 83 Sewell. 89 PASSAGES FOR TRANSLATION. I. MAN is not born to flutter fair, In pastime through the watery way: Which even the mourner may allure, Or lessen, if they cannot cure. I. J. Bush. Into ELEGIACS. We men are not born to flutter lightly in the air, as the light insect flits in the summer light. Not as the monster traverses the surface of the sea, to whom except pastime there remains nothing to do in the waters. We are not as flowers which shun the cold and the shade, that they may B expand their beauty, in the mid-fire of the sun. If we discern the insect, the fish, the flower; they warn us, that bosoms should not swell doomed to die. But there remains to us a pure and sincere pleasure; hence too there shall be that by which the mourner may be allured. This will be able to dispel the silent sorrow of the mind; if it cannot remove, it will lighten its sad burden. II. I can stifle any violent inclination, and oppose a torrent In of anger, or the solicitations of revenge, with success. dolence is a stream which flows slowly on, but yet undermines the foundation of every virtue. A vice of a more lively nature were a more desirable tyrant than this rust of the mind, which gives a tincture of its nature to every action of one's life. It were as little hazard to be lost in a storm, as to lie thus perpetually becalmed; and it is to no purpose to have within one the seeds of a thousand good qualities, if we want the vigour and resolution necessary for the exerting them. Death brings all persons back to an equality; and this image of it, this slumber of the mind, leaves no difference between the greatest genius, and the meanest understanding. A faculty of doing things remarkably praiseworthy, thus concealed, is of no more use to the owner, than a heap of gold to the man who dares not use it. Spectator. II. Into PROSE, literally rendered. To check the impulses of the mind, if at any time they hurry on too keenly, to resist vehement anger, (or) the goadings of |