THE CONTENTED OLD MAN. FROM THE LATIN OF CLAUDIAN. HAPPY his life who never pass'd the bounds, Not his the merchant's nor the soldier's fears, His marks of time both use and beauty bring, Yon giant oak he knew with scarce a limb, REV. F. HODGSON. ON THE MARRIAGE OF HONORIUS. FROM THE LATIN OF CLAUDIAN. Lo! Hesper how, to Venus dear, And smiles to see her maiden tears. Yes; soothe her, bridegroom.—Well he knows, He of the thorn must take no heed As when the rain-clouds make retreat 'War, I have known thee,' shalt thou cry, But never flash'd young warrior's eye Love, on thy couch, himself enthrones; Speak him-in many a broken sigh; Than e'er the ivy clasp'd the palm. And when her languid lids shall close At the first peep of blushing morn, The joyous strain shall be renew'd, ANONYMOUS. ON A QUIET LIFE. FROM THE LATIN OF AVIENUS. SMALL fields are mine; a small and guiltless rent; My mind maintains its peace; from feverish dread C. A. ELTON. |