JUVENILE VERSES. 587 



And loud hee cry'd, " Get frae my syde, 



Thou vampyr corps uncleane ! " 

 Bot no, hee is in Mr magic boat, 



And on the wyde wyde sea ; 

 And the vampyr suckis his gude lyfe blude, 



Sho suckis hym till hee dee. 

 So now beware, whoe're you are, 



That walkis in this lone wood ; 

 Beware of that deceitfull spright, 



The ghaist that suckis the blude. 



SEVENTH ODE OF THE FOURTH BOOK OF HORACE. 1846. 

 (In the metre of the original?) 



ALL the snows have fled, and grass springs up on the meadows, 



And there are leaves on the trees : 

 Earth has changed her looks, and turbulent rivers decreasing, 



Slowly meander along ; 



Now, with the naked nymphs and her own twin sisters, 

 Aglaia 



Gracefully dances in time. 

 But the Year, and the Hours which hurry along our existence, 



Solemnly warn us to die. 



Zephyr removes the frost, and Summer, soon destined to 

 perish, 



Treads in the footsteps of Spring, 

 After the joyous reign of Autumn, abounding in apples, 



Shivering Winter returns. 



Heavenly waste is repaired by the moon in her quick revo- 

 lutions, 



But when we go to the grave, 

 Beside the pious ^Eneas, and rich old Tullus, and Ancus, 



We are but dust and a shade. 



Who knows if the gods above have determined whether to- 

 morrow 



We shall be living or dead. 



