He called me by my name, And once again we met; And a fair girl was near him: He smiled, and whispered low, As I once used to hear him. She leaned upon his arm; Once 't was mine, and mine only: I wept; for I deserved To feel wretched and lonely. And she will be his bride! At the altar he'll give her The love that was too pure For a heartless deceiver. The world may think me gay; For my feelings I smother: Ah! thou hast been the cause Of this anguish, my mother! W. Haynes Bayley. καὶ τότε φωνήσας σεμνήν μ' ὀνόμῃνε δάμαρτα, ὡς ὄφελέν ποτ' ἐμοί — τί δὲ ταῦτ', ἀεσίφρον, ἀλύεις ; ὥς ποτέ τίς μ' ἐρέει· σὺ δὲ τῶνδ' ὅσ ̓ ἄλαστα πέπονθα, μῆτερ ἐμή, πάντων αἴτιον ἐσσὶ κακῶν. W. L. CVI, Edem Latine redditum. CETUS erat densus; convenerat hospes eodem: Obvius at, rebar, non volet esse mihi. Obvius est ; presso mihi languet spiritus haustu: Fixerat in vultus lumina nota meos. Alloquitur; frigent solennia verba loquenti; Risus inest placidis, qualis et ante, labris : Nescia sed non sum quid fortem torqueat intus; Hæret enim tremulo vox gravis illa sono. Ipsa maritali cultu miseranda nitebam, Nominis accepti consortem dicta salutant, Nec satis id pœnæ semel at convenimus una Ille renidebat, submissa et voce beatæ Illa gradus socio firmabat nixa lacerto, Qui prius haud alii, quam mihi, dandus erat. Me miseram et solam! sed et hoc sentire merebar! Nec poteram lacrymas continuisse meas. Nubet at illa suo! castam juratus ad aram, Scilicet et populo videar festiva levisque ! Tu mihi, quæ sponsæ rupisti heu! fœdera, mater, Ex oculis, mea lux, solis taciturna propines; Linque vel impressi cyatho vestigia labri, Acrior ex animo quæ flagrat orta sitis; B. Sed Jovis ipsius mihi si gustare liceret, Non tuus est illo tam mihi cultus honos; Spes data quam foliis, te non peritura gerenti, Sed fore contactu se recreata tuo. Hæc semel afflasti, vivuntque; tuusque remissis Suavior ex illo, nec suus, halat odor. FINIS PARTIS PRIME. B. |