Tom Bowling. HERE a sheer hulk lies poor Tom Bowling, No more he'll hear the tempest howling, His heart was kind and soft; Tom never from his word departed, His virtues were so rare; His friends were many and true-hearted; And then he'd sing so blithe and jolly But mirth is turned to melancholy, Yet may poor Tom find pleasant weather, When He, who all commands, Shall give, to call life's crew together, The word to pipe all hands! Thus Death, who kings and tars despatches, In vain Tom's life has doffed; For though his body's under hatches, His soul has gone aloft. Dibdin. Amyclas. EN! jacet ad cautes, sine fune phaselus, Amyclas, Delicia gregis ille marini: Audiet haud iterum resonas super alta procellas, Cui dominans Mors carbasa legit. Nobilis huic inerat species, et mascula forma, Inter transtra fide insignis, patiensque laborum, Huic stetit ingenium miris virtutibus auctum, Carus ut ingenuis ubicunque sodalibus esset, Carmina sæpe etiam festiva voce canebat, Sed læti in tacitum risus vertere dolorem ; At tibi non gravior consurgat ventus, Amycla, Ære ciens omnes torvo, compellet in unum, Sic, quæ finis adest nautis et regibus æque, Mors frustra abripuit tibi lucem; Nam, subjecta foris, quamvis tibi membra rigescant, Spiritus it super ardua mali. H. J. H. Saul. THOU, whose spell can raise the dead, King, behold the phantom seer.' Earth yawned: he stood the centre of a cloud : Light changed its hue, retiring from his shroud : Death stood all glassy in his fixed eye; His hands were withered and his veins were dry: From lips that moved not and unbreathing frame, 'Why is my sleep disquieted? Ere the coming day is done Saulus. QUE potes obscoena voce excantare sepultos, Prodiit e tumulo cinctus caligine Vates, Vena suo vacua est sanguine, dextra riget. 'Cur vocor in lucem? placidam quis suscitat umbram? Hæc mea sunt; et tu, quum crastina fulserit Eos, Imo, ante æthereum quam sol compleverit orbem, Saule, brevi valeas! paucis labentibus horis, Thou, thy race, lie pale and low, NE te promets point de largesse: S'il me ramène à ma maîtresse, Pour recompense la verra. Anon. |