Nunc procellofa fugiens ab ora
In procellofum mare cymba fertur ;
Sævit humanam fuperantis artem

Turbinis horror.

Fortibus remos agitant lacertis
Impares, quamvis validos, labori;

Jam premit ripam pater, in dolorem

Verfus ab ira.

Namque per fluctus procul et per imbres

Filiam cernit; manus innocentis

Hæc opem pofcit, latus illa fidi

Cingit amantis.

"Oh redi!" luctu cruciatus orat,

"Inter infanæ rabiem procellæ ;

Sic proco ignofcam reduci; revertas

Tu modo patri."

Vana vox, eheu! violenter unda
Marginem fpuma ferit, obruitque,
Non fine afflicti gemitu parentis,

Gurgite prolem.

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"WHERE SHALL THE LOVER REST."

(SCOTT.)

HERE fhall the lover reft,

Whom the Fates fever

From his true maiden's breast,

Parted for ever?

Where, through groves deep and high

Sounds the far billow,

Where early violets die,

Under the willow,

Soft fhall be his pillow.

There, through the fummer day,

Cool ftreams are laving;

There while the tempefts sway,

Scarce are boughs waving;
There thy reft shalt thou take,

Parted for ever,

Never again to wake,

Never, O never.

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"UBI REQUIESCAT AMANS."

IDUS ubi requiefcat amans, a virgine raptus

Quem procul amotum Parca maligna tenet?
Qua fluctus resonant nemora inter opaca, novæque
Sub falicum truncis depereunt viola.
Temperat æftivos hic frigida lympha calores,
Nec movet arboreas turbinis ira comas;

Hic juvet æterno luctus componere fomno,
Hic feffa in molli condere membra toro.

THE SONG OF FITZ-EUSTACE.

Where shall the traitor reft,

He, the deceiver,

Who could win maiden's breast,

Ruin, and leave her?

In the loft battle,

Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying, There shall he be lying.

Her wing fhall the eagle flap

O'er the falfe hearted;

His warm blood the wolf fhall lap,

Ere life be parted.

Shame and dishonour fit

By his grave ever ; Bleffing shall hallow it,

Never, O never.

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Quærat ubi requiem cafti temerator amoris,

Quem lacrymæ incufant virgineufque pudor ;
Qui poterat fidæ formam ftuprare puellæ,

Qui poterat prædam deferuiffe fuam ?
Obrutus ille fuga multaque in cæde fuorum
Occidet in gelida, fanguine fœdus, humo.
Perjurum feriat vultur plangentibus alis,
Et fpirantis adhuc differat exta lupus:
Qua jacet in vili fedeat mala fama fepulcro,

Nec facer exequias fanctificabit honos.

JO