How calm a moment may precede One that shall thrill the world forever! To that still moment, none would heed, It is the calm and solem. night! A thousand bells ring out, and throw Their joyous peals abroad, and smite The darkness, — charmed and holy now! The night that erst no shame had worn, To it a happy name is given ; For in that stable lay, new born, The peaceful Prince of earth and heaven, Centuries ago. APPENDIX. Page 1. That the final e was used anciently as a separate syllable is shown by Chaucer's making Romë rhyme with to me. Page 3. Amor vincit omnia. Love conquers all things. Page 29. Byrd was a composer, and was organist to Queen Elizabeth. There is no evidence that he wrote the poem. Page 104. Tuly, now generally called Cicero. Page 156. Le vainqueur, &c. The conqueror of the conqueror of the earth. Page 186. Baotum in crasso jurares aere natos! You would swear that they were born in the heavy air of the Boeotians. Page 213. Quantum meruit. How much he has deserved. Page 215. Eneid, B. III. 201, 202. Palinurus himself declared that he could not distinguish night from day in the heavens, and that he did not remember the course in the midst of the sea. Page 219. Nitor in adversum. I make my way against opposition. Page 226. Æneid, B. IX. 448, 449. While the house of Æneas shall occupy the immovable rock of the Capitol, and the Roman citizen shall bear sway. Boue de Paris. Paris mud. - Sans culottes. Without breeches. Nemo, &c. No one provokes me with impunity. Page 229. Page 277. Page 328. Amor, &c. Mundus, &c. Stock of things eatable. - Princeps, &c. Chief of viands. Page 381. Muoiono le città, &c. Cities die, kingdoms die, and man appears to disdain his being mortal. Page 382. Odi, &c. I hate the common crowd and drive them off. Page. 384. Evasit, &c. oration against Catiline. He has escaped, he has burst forth. - From Cicero's second Page 381. Fortuna, &c. Fortune favors the brave. Page 441. Mens. &c. A mind composed in difficulties. The true force of the motto is untranslatable except by amplifying. Page 5c6. Non Angli, &c. The exclamation of Pope Gregory at the sight of some beautiful British youth sold in Rome as slaves. "Not Angles, but angels." Page 510. "Thrown upon this ball Ugly, wretched, and suffering; Stifled in the crowd For want of being great enough; "A touching complaint Came from my mouth; The good God said to me, Sing, Sing, poor little one! "To sing, unless I deceive myself, Is my task here below. All those whom thus I amuse, Will they not love me?" Page 572. Optimam fœminam, &c. Petrarch declares "that no woman is wholly excellent, although one may be worse than another." |