VIOLETS.

Cur mittis violas?

Jovianus Pontanus.

WHY dost thou send me violets, my

love?

Is't that my flame more violent may prove?

Oh, how canst thou, in violence of hate,

With violets my peace thus violate?—

IMITATED.

Sweet Viola! why dost thou send

Sweet Violet-blossoms to me?

Wouldst fan in the fancy-struck heart of thy friend,

Those flames that too violent be?

With the heartless and scornful wouldst vie?

O let me then, hopeless of peace, By thy vials of anger in violence die; But let violets crown my decease!

And, Viola! violate not

The inviolate calm of my tomb;

But if any sweet grave-flowers be strewn on the spot, May thy violets root there and bloom.

EPIGRAM.

Lux mea lucessit, Lucia, luce tua.

Theo. Bext.

My day of life is lucid,—bright,
If Lucy light my skies;
She is in truth my heart's delight,
The daylight of mine eyes.

Lightly as winged lightnings move,
The hours of bliss she shares;
Her's is indeed the light of Love,

That lightens all my cares.

FRAGMENT.

Oh lacrhymarum fons, tenero sacros, &c.

Gray.

OH! source of dear Affection's gushing tears,
Which from the feeling soul of man derive
Their sacred origin-which calm the fears,

Relieve the almost bursting hearts which strive Against misfortunes-Blessed indeed is he,

Doubly-oh doubly blessed the man whose breast Has inward felt, and yielded, Nymph! to thee, And has soft Pity's rising tears confessed.

ELEGIAC VERSES,

OCCASIONED BY SEEING THE PLAINS WHERE THE BATTLE OF TREBIA WAS FOUGHT.

Que Trebia glaucas salices intersecat unda, &c.

Gray's Poemata.

WHERE the green willows bend their drooping boughs,

And, like the keel which through the ocean ploughs.
Its watery way, divide the murmuring stream
Of Trebia, sparkling in the bright sun-beam,
Which winds its devious course, and gently flows
Through plains made glorious by the Roman woes;