Sandy's Ghost. THE Moon had climbed the highest hill Her silvery light o'er tower and tree; Her thoughts on Sandy far at sea, When low and soft a voice she heard 6 Say, Mary, weep no more for me.' She from her pillow gently raised Her head, to see who there might be; She saw young Sandy shivering stand, With visage pale and hollow e'e. 'O Maiden dear, cold is my clay, It lies beneath a stormy sea; Far far from thee I sleep in death, So, Mary,-weep no more for me. O Maiden dear, thyself prepare, We soon shall meet upon that shore, 'Where love is free from doubt and care, 6 And we shall meet to part no more.' Loud crowed the cock; the Shadow fled; No more of Sandy could she see; But soft the parting Spirit said, Sweet Mary, weep no more for me.' Old Ballad. Alexis Umbra. QUOD perlucentis spectat cunabula Devæ, Sparserat in silvas turrigerasque domos. In lecto composta, suum jam Phyllis Alexin Sustulit a mosto tremulum caput illa cubili, Sternor ego exanimis, vita O mihi carior ipsa, 'Te procul addicor morti: mea Phylli, quiescas: 'Suave meum, non longa mora est, quin mollia tangas Numina, et in sacra congrediamur humo; 'Qua manet inconcussa Fides, secura laborum; 6 Qua gremio nunquam diripiere meo.' Fortiter increpuit gallus: vaga fugit Imago: Solvitur ante oculos quod fuit omne viri; Sed tenere abscedens dixit; Mea Phylli, quiescas; 'Desine turbari, quod tuus absit Amor.' H. D. The old Gentleman of Tobago. THERE was an old man of Tobago, Who lived on rice-gruel and sago; Till, much to his bliss, His physician said this; To a leg, Sir, of mutton you may go." Gammer Gurton, Had a Cabe. HAD I a cave on some wild distant shore, Where the winds howl to the wave's dashing roar, Then would I weep my woes, Then seek my lost repose, Till grief my eyes should close, Ne'er to wake more. Falsest of woman-kind, can'st thou declare All thy fond plighted vows fleeting as air? Laugh o'er thy perjury; Then in thy bosom try, What peace is there. Burns. Senex Tarentinus. SENEX æger in Tarento De oryxa et pulmento Vili vixerat invento; Donec Medicus Seni inquit valde læto, Crus ovinum jam non veto, Tibi benedicus.' H. D. Dabis, improba, pœnas. O si me teneat deserti litoris antrum, Tun' promissa potes levibus committere ventis B. H. K. Henry IV. ACT III. SCENE I. GLENDOWER. I SAY, the earth did shake when I was born. And I say, the earth was not of my mind, The heavens were all on fire, the earth did tremble. O, then the earth shook to see the heavens on fire, Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving, Cousin, of many men GLENDOWER. I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave I am not in the roll of common men. Shakspeare. |