To the throne of Jove; and there, Peals from the immortal throng. (SEPTEMBER, 1826.) FROM LUCRETIUS, Bk. ii. 1. 1–33. Он, sweet it is to listen on the shore When the wild tempest mocks the seaboy's cry; And sweet to mark the tumult and the roar When distant battle stalks in thunder by: Is happiness to us!-oh, rather deem That the mind loves, in its own fantasy, To wield the weapons and to scream the scream, And then to wake from death, and feel it was a dream. But naught is sweeter than to hold our state, Oh, wretched souls! oh, weak and wasted breath, If the free spirits innocently play, Say, wilt thou seek for more? vain mortal, no! What more can Dust demand, or Destiny bestow? Yet Nature hath more blessings, her own joys, Be wise to-day!-perhaps no golden boys O'er the thronged banquet fling the torches' glare, No rich aroma loads the languid air, No burnished silver gleams along the hall In dazzling whiteness, no fond lute is there To wreathe the sweetness of its magic thrall O'er listening ears, rapt hearts, at some high festival ; Yet Nature's fondest sons and fairest daughters What do they reck beneath their tranquil bowers (1826.) STANS PEDE IN UNO. -kaì vûv èv 'Apeî μαρτυρήσαι κεν πόλις Αί αντος ὀρθωθεῖσα ναύταις ἐν πολυφθόρῳ Σαλάμις Διὸς ὄμβρῳ· PINDAR, Isth. v. 61. NOVENA Pindi turba, licet Jovis Per vacuum taceant Olympum, At usque clivo vos Heliconio Vos dominæ dominæque vatum Audite! Nymphæ Pierides, quibus Ornare reges, et triumphos Vos a quietis vos mihi montibus Adeste, Nymphæ! ferte per inclytas Urbes, et antiqua sacratos Relligione domos; juvabit Cælestibus fervere furoribus, Juvabit umbras inter et abditos Errare Manes, quos perennis Corolla. Fallorne an videor tua Solers Ulysseu monia? non latet Larissa, non Spartana pubes, Non Agamemnoniæ Mycena. Insanientes territus audio Fluctus Athenarum; haurio amabilem Sublimis auram; lentiori Pervolito Salamina pennâ; Inter frementes Oceani minas Dilecta Musarum choreis Insula, perpetuâque lauru Insignis, ex quo cedere nescium Quem Fama quem palmæ decorus Non ille cara pro patria necem Troja rates furit inter arma |