All sorts of people rave and rant, Both those who can, and those who can't; TRANSLATIONS. SONG OF THE SAILORS OF SALAMIS. (From SOPHOCLES, Ájax, v. 596.) FAIR Salamis, the billow's roar Thy son is in a foreign clime Where Ida feeds her countless flocks, Comfortless, nameless, hopeless,-save And Ajax, in his deep distress Allied to our disgrace, Hath cherished in his loneliness The bosom friend's embrace. Frenzy hath seized thy dearest son, Seem hostile all to hostile eyes; The sons of Atreus see them, and despise. Woe to the mother, in her close of day, Her loved one's story whispered in her ear! No quiet murmur, like the tremulous wail Piercing, and wild, and loud, shall mourn the tale; And she will beat her breast and rend her hair, Scattering the silver locks that time hath left her there. Oh! when the pride of Græcia's noblest race Sets rayless-joyless-quenched in cold decay, The never-waking sleep, than linger on, Thou wretched father, for thy dearest son, (NOVEMBER 29, 1821.) THE DEATH OF AJAX.* (From OVID's Metamorphoses.) THE Kings were moved; conviction hung The weapons of the fallen brave. That Chief, unshrinking, unsubdued, Had grasped his spear in fire and feud, Had stemmed fierce Hector's wild alarm,— By nothing could the hero fall Save by the pangs that conquer all! *This and the two succeeding pieces were written in a College Examination. He snatched the falchion from his side; In many a glorious field of yore This blade has blushed with Phrygian gore, And when mine own shall glisten, mine Shall well become its warlike shine. Ajax shall fall by Ajax' hand, A warrior by a warrior's brand." He spoke, and smiling sternly, pressed The same fair flower had wept beside It syllables on every leaf (MAY, 1822.) ENEAS AND THE SIBYL. (From VIRG. Æn. vi. 255.) BUT look, where first the God of Day And come in darkness on !" She spoke, and through the cavern led : They went, unseen, through cold and cloud, Mirk was the air, as when through night |