Altior emicat illa, et celso vertice nutat,

Ceu Aores inter non habitura parem, Fastiditque alios, et nata videtur in usus

Imperii, sceptrum, Flora quod ipsa gerat.

Nec Dea non sensit civilis murmura rixæ,

Cui curæ est pictas pandere ruris opes. Deliciasque suas nunquam non prompta tueri,

Dum licet et locus est, ut tueatur, adest.

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„Et tibi forma datur procerior omnibus, inquit,

Et tibi, principibus qui solet esse, color; Et donec vincat quædam formosior ambas,

Et tibi reginæ nomen, et esto tibi.

His ubi sedatus furor est, petit utraque nympham,

Qualem inter Veneres Anglia sola parit; Hanc penes imperium est,nihiloptantamplius,hujus

Regnant in nitidis, et sine lite, genis.

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THE POPLAR FIELD.

The poplars are felled, farewell to the shade, And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade; The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves, Nor Ouse in his bosom their image receives.

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Twelve years have elaps'd since I last took a view
Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew;
And now in the grass behold they are laid,
And the tree is my seat, that once lent me a shade.

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The blackbird has fled to another retreat,
Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat,
And the scene where his melody charm'd me before,
Resounds with his sweet flowing ditty no more.

My fugitive years are all hasting away,
And I must ere long lie as lowly as they,

With a turf on my breast, and a stone at my head, Ere another such grove shall arise in it's stead.

'T'is a sight to engage me, if any thing can, To muse on the perishing pleasures of man; Though his life be a dream, his enjoyments, I see,

I Have a being less durable even than he.'

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IDEM LATINE REDDITUM.

POPULEÆ cecidit gratissima copia silvæ,
Conticuêre susurri, omnisque evanuit umbra.
Nullæ jam levibus se miscent frondibus auræ,
Et nulla in fluvio ramorum ludit imago.

Hei mihi! bis senos dum luctu torqueor annos,

His cogor silvis suetoque carere recessu,
Cum serd rediens, stratasque in gramine cernens
Insedi arboribus, sub queîs errare solebam.

Ah ubi nunc merulæ cantus? Felicior illum

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Silva tegit, duræ nondum permissa bipenni;
Scilicet exustos colles camposque patentes
Odit, et indignans et non rediturus abivit.

Sed qui succisas doleo succidar et ipse,
Et priùs huic parilis quàm creverit altera silva
Flebor, et, exequiis parvis donatus, habebo
Defixum lapidem tumulique cubantis acervum.

Tam subitò periisse videns tam digna manere,
Agnosco humanas sortes et tristia fata
Sit licèt ipse brevis, volucrique simillimus umbræ,
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VOTUM.

MATUTINI rores, auræque salubres, O nemora, et lætæ rivis felicibus herbæ, Graminei colles, et amænæ in vallibus umbræ! Fata modò dederint quas olim in rure paterno Delicias, procul arte, procul formidine novi, Quam vellem ignotus, quod mens mea semper ave

bat, Antelarem proprium placidamexpectare senectam, Tum demùm, exactis non infeliciter annis, Sortiri tacitum lapidem, aut sub cespite condi!

CICINDELA.

BY VINCENT BOURNE.

SUB sepe exiguum est, nec rarò in margine ripæ,

Reptile, quod lucet nocte, dieque latet, Vermis habet speciem, sed habet de lumine nomen:

At priscâ à famâ non liquet, unde micet.