General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1849 Original Publisher: Carey and Hart Subjects: Literary Criticism / Poetry Poetry / General Poetry / American / General Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: TRANSLATIONS. VERSION OF A FRAGMENT OF SIMONIDES. The night winds howled – the billows dashed Against the tossing chest; And Danae to her broken heart Her slumbering infant pressed. My little child – in tears she said – To wake and weep is mine, But thou canst sleep – thou dost not know Thy mother’s lot, and thine. The moon is up, the moonbeams smile – They tremble on the main; But dark, within my floating cell, To me they smile in vain.
Thy folded mantle wraps thee warm, Thy clustering locks are dry, Thou dost not hear the shrieking gust, Nor breakers booming high. As o'er thy sweet unconscious face A mournful watch I keep, I think, didst thou but know thy fate, How thou wouldst also weep. Yet, dear one, sleep, and sleep, ye winds That vex the restless brine – When shall these eyes, my babe, be sealed As peacefully as thine! FKOM THE SPANISH OF VILLEGAS. ‘Tis sweet, in the green Spring, To gaze upon the wakening fields around; Birds in the thicket sing, Winds whisper, waters prattle from the ground; A thousand odours rise, Breathed up from blossoms of a thousand dyes. Shadowy, and close, and cool, The pine and poplar keep their quiet nook; For ever fresh and full, Shines, at their feet, the thirst-inviting brook; And the soft herbage seems Spread for a place of banquets and of dreams. Thou, who alone art fair, And whom alone I love, art far away. Unless thy smile be there, It makes me sad to see th…