The Wiccamical Chaplet a selection of original poetry; comprising smaller poems, serious and comic; classical trifles; sonnets; inscriptions and epitaphs; songs and ballads; mock-heroics, epigrams, fragments, &c. &c. Edited by George Huddesford |
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CARPHYLIDÆ. Ex Anthob. III. i. 6. Brunck. II. 401.
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CARPHYLIDÆ. Ex Anthob. III. i. 6. Brunck. II. 401.
TRANSLATION.
Passing the tomb where my cold relics lie,
Let no tear fall, nor heave the anxious sigh!
Spare these! You need not, traveller, in me
Weep the sad state of frail mortality.
Let no tear fall, nor heave the anxious sigh!
Spare these! You need not, traveller, in me
Weep the sad state of frail mortality.
On one pure altar I still watch'd a flame,
Clear, ardent, unextinguish'd—and the same.
No second worship, with a mix'd controul,
Weaken'd the constant passion of my soul.
My vows were single—to the close of life
I had but one, and she a faithful Wife;
And we grew old together: and I led,
With happiest omen, to the genial bed
Three Children; whose dear babes, to my fond breast
Close folded, oft I've gently sooth'd to rest.
And now, each sad funereal duty paid,
Each rite, each offering to a parent's shade,
They've pass'd me hence, in Godlike ease to take
Sweet slumbers on the soft Elysian lake.
Clear, ardent, unextinguish'd—and the same.
No second worship, with a mix'd controul,
Weaken'd the constant passion of my soul.
My vows were single—to the close of life
I had but one, and she a faithful Wife;
And we grew old together: and I led,
With happiest omen, to the genial bed
Three Children; whose dear babes, to my fond breast
Close folded, oft I've gently sooth'd to rest.
And now, each sad funereal duty paid,
Each rite, each offering to a parent's shade,
They've pass'd me hence, in Godlike ease to take
Sweet slumbers on the soft Elysian lake.
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