But they, by these prevailing voices now Or seeing, feared not-warning taking none R. C. TRENCH. Atqui propinquant jam magis ac magis, Ducti magistra voce, solum : neque Videre prorarum nefandas Fragmina nobilium per oras; Vidisse seu non pœnitet-ominis Incuriosos tot præëuntium, Quorum ossa sol siccantque venti, Candet adhuc quibus omnis ora. CENONE. O MOTHER, hear me yet before I die. TENNYSON. "longam incomitata videtur Ire viam." QUAS moriens loquor, Ida parens, en accipe voces: Accipe tu, tellus. Non ibo sola sub umbras; Fortunatorum risus ne verberet aurem, Dum caligantes campos, jam frigida, Leti, Deveniam necdum surgentibus adloquar astris : Amentem Cassandram animi. Nam lumina coram Scintillare refert ignes, et murmur ad aurem Nosse satis: quocunque feror noctuque dieque, Igni stare mero tellusque videtur et aer. THE SOLDIER'S DREAM. OUR bugles sang truce, for the night clouds had lowered, And the sentinel stars kept a watch in the sky; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered, The weary to sleep and the wounded to die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, back. |