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By Alfred Domett

Domett, Alfred (1811-1887)

[epigraph]

[As the April sun breaking]

CHORUS IN THE ‘SEVEN AGAINST THEBES’ OF ÆSCHYLUS.

OPENING SCENES OF THE “CLOUDS” OF ARISTOPHANES.

THE FIRST ODE OF HORACE,

FRAGMENTS.

COMMONPLACES.

FRAGMENT OF A CHORUS IN THE AJAX OF SOPHOCLES.

TEARS.

ODE TO THE MATHEMATICS.

[Oft when I read the lays]

ON THE BIRTH OF A NEAR RELATION.

GREEK SONG.

[Whence is it mountains, forests, fields, and floods]

“GOOD BYE.”

['Twas in the twilight once—and Sorrow's shadow lay]

“LONG AGO,”

ON BEING ASKED TO WRITE IN AN ALBUM.

THE CARD CASE'S PETITION.

THE “LAND O' THE LEAL.”

“GOOD-BYE!”

TO IONE.

TO AGNES.

THE LONE STAR OF LOVE.

LOVE AND CIRCUMSTANCE.

ADRIAN'S DYING ADDRESS TO HIS SOUL.

WELLINGTON.

ADRIAN'S ADDRESS TO HIS SOUL WHEN DYING.

SISERA.

THE VOICE OF THE PESTILENCE.

HORACE TO HIS PAGE.

[This brave bright Earth with Mind o'erflows—]

[My own—my absent one! thou who art still]

PAUL PREACHING AT ATHENS

L'Envoy.

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HORACE TO HIS PAGE.

ODE. XXXVIII.—BOOK I.

[_]

Persicos odi, puer, apparatus
Displicent nexæ philyra coronæ,
Mitte sectari rosa quo locorum
Sera moretur

Simplici myrto nihil adlabores
Sedulus, curo; neque te ministrum
Dedecet myrtus, neque me sub arctâ
Vite bibentem.

[_]

(SAPPHIC.)

Much I mislike your orient parade, boy,
Little delight in coronals and posies,
Cease then to seek where longest undecayed, boy,
Linger the roses!

Bring simple myrtle, nothing intertwining
Myrtle alone will not become you meanly,
You nor myself, boy, 'neath my vine reclining,
Sipping serenely.