—anankta ton pantôn huperbal– lonta chronon makarôn. Pindar. Hymn. frag. 33 Spirit of the days of yore! Thou! who, in thy haunted cave,

Quickly pass the social glass, Hence with idle sorrow! No delay—enjoy today, Think not of tomorrow! Life at best is but a span,

In life three ghostly friars were… And now three friarly ghosts we be… Around our shadowy table placed, The spectral bowl before us floats… With wine that none but ghosts can…

Forasmuch as the Canter’s and Fan… Sayeth peace and joy are by me abh… And would fill each Sunday with g… For all too poor his regard to obt… And forasmuch as the laws heretofo…

The ivy o’er the mouldering wall Spreads like a tree, the growth of… The wild wind through the doorless… A melancholy music rears, A solitary voice, that sighs

The mountain sheep are sweeter, But the valley sheep are fatter; We therefore deemed it meeter To carry off the latter. We made an expedition;

Seamen three! What men be ye? Gotham’s three wise men we be. Whither in your bowl so free? To rake the moon from out the sea. The bowl goes trim. The moon doth…

—anankta ton pantôn huperbal– lonta chronon makarôn. Pindar. Hymn. frag. 33 As the mountain-torrent rages, Loud, impetuous, swift, and strong…

By the mossy weed-flowered column, Where the setting moonbeam’s glanc… Streams a radiance cold and solemn On the haunts of old romance: Know’st thou what those shafts bet…

Nay, deem me not insensible, Cesa… To female charms; nor think this h… Is cas’d in adamant; because, fors… I cannot ogle, and hyperbolize, And whisper tender nothings in the…

My thoughts by night are often fil… With visions false as fair: For in the past alone I build My castles in the air. I dwell not now on what may be:

I play’d with you 'mid cowslips bl… When I was six and you were four; When garlands weaving, flower-ball… Were pleasures soon to please no m… Through groves and meads, o’er gra…

Saint Laura, in her sleep of deat… Preserves beneath the tomb —'Tis willed where what is willed… In incorruptibility Her beauty and her bloom.

The mountain sheep are sweeter, But the valley sheep are fatter; We therefore deemed it meeter To carry off the latter. We made an expedition;