Translations from the Minor Greek Poets. THE COMPLAINT OF DANAE. WHEN the wind resounding, high, 'My child! what woes does Danaë weep! The heavy sigh of deep repose. The howling wind, the raging sea No terror can excite in thee; SIMONIDES. D. HYMN TO HARMODIUS AND ARISTOGEITON. WITH myrtle will I braid my sword, Such as the brave Harmodius bore; When Athens hail'd her rights restored, And proud Hipparchus was no more: Nor art thou, dear Harmodius, dead! Thine are the islands of the bless'd, Where Heroes old, stout Diomed, And the swift son of Peleus rest. When, at Minerva's shrine, the blade Dear patriot pair! your fame shall bloom Who, by the tyrant's righteous doom, CALLISTRATUS. F. LAURENCE. HYMN TO HEALTH. HEALTH, brightest visitant from heaven, For the short term by Nature given For all the pride that wealth bestows, Whatever sweets we hope to find ARIPHRON. BLAND. ON A DAUGHTER WHO DIED YOUNG. SWEET maid, thy parents fondly thought To strew thy bride-bed, not thy bier; With wiles and toils and anxious fear. Youth's blossom with the fruit of time. PAUL THE SILENTIARY. BLAND. THE OFFERING OF A DESERTED LOVER. To thee the reliques of a thousand flowers, Oft on thy threshold stretch'd at close of day, He wept and sigh'd the cheerless night away, Nor dared invoke thy name, nor dared aspire PAUL THE SILENTIARY. M. BEAUTY COMPARED WITH FLOWERS. We ask no flowers to crown the blushing rose, Nor glittering gems thy beauteous form to deck, The pearl, in Persia's precious gulf that glows, Yields to the dazzling whiteness of thy neck. Gold adds not to the lustre of thy hair, But, vanquish'd, sheds a fainter radiance there. The Indian hyacinth's celestial hue Shrinks from the bright effulgence of thine eye, The Paphian cestus bathed thy lips in dew, And gave thy form ambrosial harmony. My soul would perish in the melting gaze, But for thine eyes, where Hope for ever plays. PAUL THE SILENTIARY. M. REMEMBRANCE AND FORGETFULNESS. ALL hail, Remembrance and Forgetfulness! Trace, Memory, trace whate'er is sweet or kindWhen friends forsake us, or misfortunes press, Oblivion, rase the record from our mind. MACEDONIUS. BLAND. A MOTHER ON THE DEATH OF HER SON. Ан! dear hapless boy, art thou gone? Sole support of my languishing years! Ere thy youth had attain'd its gay bloom! When it set in the night of the tomb. Alas! the fresh beam of the day Happy mortals with thankfulness see; But I sicken, O sun, at thy ray : It brings sadness and wailing to me! Oh! might the dear child but return, From despair his lost mother to save! Or might I but share in his urn! Might I flee in his arms to the grave! LEONIDAS OF TARENTUM. WAKEFIELD. HOME. CLING to thy home! If there the meanest shed LEONIDAS OF TARENTUM. |