Where'er he dwells, he dwells alone, Whole treasure, Thus, hermit-like, his life he leads, The faster. Who seeks him must be worse than blind (He and his house are so combined), If, finding it, he fails to find Its master. Translations of Greek Verses. FROM THE GREEK OF JULIANUS. SPARTAN, his companions slain, Alone from battle fled, His mother, kindling with disdain That she had borne him, struck him dead; For courage, and not birth alone, In Sparta testifies a son ! ON THE REED. WAS of late a barren plant, Nor fig, nor grape, nor apple bore, But gather'd for poetic use, With narrow mouth and slender lip, MY AN EPITAPH. Y name-my country-what are they to thee? What, whether base or proud, my pedigree? Perhaps I far surpass'd all other men Perhaps I fell below them all-what then? ANOTHER. AKE to thy bosom, gentle earth, a swain With much hard labour in thy service worn! He set the vines that clothe yon ample plain, And he these olives that the vale adorn. He fill'd with grain the glebe; the rills he led AT ANOTHER. T threescore winters' end I died, A cheerless being, sole and sad; The nuptial knot I never tied, And wish my father never had. TO HEALTH. Blest Hygeia! be it mine Where no spy infests the place: N° ON FLATTERERS. O mischief worthier of our fear Than friendship, in ostent sincere, We close enfold a foe, Who strikes, when most secure we seem, ON LATE ACQUIRED WEALTH. DOOR in my youth, and in life's later scenes Who nought enjoy'd while young, denied the means ; ON A GOOD MAN. TRAVELER, no none in my decease, RAV'LLER, regret not me; for thou shalt find Who, dying, children's children left behind, Nor saw I one, of all deriv'd from me, Touch'd with disease, or torn by death away. Where shades of pious men for ever dwell. ON A TRUE FRIEND. AST thou a friend? Thou hast indeed H A rich and large supply, Treasure to serve your every need, MY ON PEDIGREE. FROM EPICHARMUS. mother! if thou love me, name no more Nature withholds all good besides; they boast |