I will conceal in fire, and when I see
It is alight, will fix it, burning yet,
Within the socket of the Cyclops' eye
And melt it out with fire-as when a man
Turns by its handle a great auger round,
Fitting the framework of a ship with beams,
So will I, in the Cyclops' fiery eye

Turn round the brand and dry the pupil up.

Chorus. Joy! I am mad with joy at your device.

Uly. And then with you, my friends, and the old man, We'll load the hollow depth of our black ship,

And row with double strokes from this dread shore.
Chorus. May I, as in libations to a God,

Share in the blinding him with the red brand?

I would have some communion in his death.

Uly. Doubtless: the brand is a great brand to hold. Chorus. Oh! I would lift an hundred waggon loads, If like a wasp's nest I could scoop the eye out Of the detested Cyclops.

Ye know the close device-and when I call,
Look ye obey the masters of the craft.
I will not save myself and leave behind
My comrades in the cave: I might escape
Having got clear from that obscure recess,
But 'twere unjust to leave in jeopardy

The dear companions who sailed here with me.

CHORUS.

Come! who is first, that with his hand
Will urge down the burning brand
Through the lids, and quench and pierce
The Cyclops' eye so fiery fierce ?

SEMICHORUS I.

Song within.

Listen! listen! he is coming,
A most hideous discord humming,
Drunken, museless, awkward, yelling,
Far along his rocky dwelling;

Let us with some comic spell
Teach the yet unteachable.

By all means he must be blinded,
If my counsel be but minded.

SEMICHORUS II.

Happy those made odorous

With the dew which sweet grapes weep,

To the village hastening thus,

Seek the vines that soothe to sleep,

Having first embraced thy friend,
There in luxury without end,
With the strings of yellow hair,
Of thy voluptuous leman fair,
Shalt sit playing on a bed!
Speak what door is opened?'

And thou, O Sleep, nursling of gloomy night,
Descend unmixed on this God-hated beast,
And suffer not Ulysses and his comrades,
Returning from their famous Trojan toils,
To perish by this man, who cares not either
For God or mortal; or I needs must think
That Chance is a supreme divinity,

And things divine are subject to her power.

CHORUS.

Soon a crab the throat will seize
Of him who feeds upon his guest,
Fire will burn his lamp-like eyes
In revenge of such a feast!
A great oak stump now is lying
In the ashes yet undying.
Come, Maron, come!

Raging let him fix the doom,
Let him tear the eyelid up,
Of the Cyclops-that his cup
May be evil!

O, I long to dance and revel
With sweet Bromian, long desired,
In loved ivy-wreaths attired;

Leaving this abandoned home-
Will the moment ever come?

Uly. Be silent, ye wild things! Nay, hold your peace,
And keep your lips quite close; dare not to breathe,
Or spit, or e'en wink, lest ye wake the monster,

Until his eye be tortured out with fire.

Chorus. Nay, we are silent, and we chaw the air.
Uly. Come now, and lend a hand to the great stake

Within-it is delightfuly red hot.

Chorus. You then command who first should seize the stake

To burn the Cyclops' eye, that all may share

In the great enterprise.

Semichorus I.

We are too few,

We cannot at this distance from the door

Thrust fire into his eye.

Semichorus II.

And we just now

Have become lame; cannot move hand or foot.

Chorus. The same thing has occurred to us--our ankles

Are sprained with standing here, I know not how.

Uly. What, sprained with standing still?

Chorus.

Or ashes in our eyes, I know not whence.

And there is dust

Uly. Cowardly dogs! ye will not aid me then?

Chorus. With pitying my own back and my backbone,
And with not wishing all my teeth knocked out,
This cowardice comes of itself—but stay,

I know a famous Orphic incantation

To make the brand stick of its own accord
Into the skull of this one-eyed son of Earth.
Uly. Of old I knew ye thus by nature; now
I know ye better.-I will use the aid
Of my own comrades-yet though weak of hand

Speak cheerfully, that so ye may awaken
The courage of my friends with your blithe words.
Chorus. This I will do with peril of my life,
And blind you with my exhortations, Cyclops.
Hasten and thrust,

And parch up to dust,
The eye of the beast,
Who feeds on his guest.
Burn and blind

The Etnean hind!

Scoop and draw,

But beware lest he claw

Your limbs near his maw.

Cyc. Ah me! my eyesight is parched up to cinders.
Chorus. What a sweet pæan! sing me that again!
Cyc. Ah me! indeed, what woe has fallen upon me!
But wretched nothings, think ye not to flee
Out of this rock; I, standing at the outlet,
Will bar the way and catch you as you pass.
Chorus. What are you roaring out, Cyclops?
Cyc.

Chorus. For you are wicked.

Cyc.

I perish!

And besides miserable.

Chorus. What, did you fall into the fire when drunk?

Cyc. 'Twas Nobody destroyed me.

Chorus.

Why then no one

I say 'twas Nobody

Why then you are not blind.

Nay,

Cyc. I wish you were as blind as I am.
Chorus.

It cannot be that no one made you blind.

Cyc. You jeer me; where, I ask, is Nobody?
Chorus. Nowhere, O Cyclops * * *

Cyc. It was that stranger ruined me:-the wretch
First gave me wine and then burnt out my eyes,

For wine is strong and hard to struggle with.

Have they escaped, or are they yet within?

Chorus. They stand under the darkness of the rock And cling to it.

Cyc.

At my right hand or left? Chorus. Close on your right.

Now they escape you there.

Not on that side.

I've cracked my skull.
Chorus.

Cyc. Not there, although you say so.
Chorus.

Cyc. Where then?

Chorus.
Cyc. Ah! I am mocked! They jeer me in my ills.
Chorus. Not there! he is a little there beyond you.
Cyc. Detested wretch! where are you?

They creep about you on your left.

Uly.

I keep with care this body of Ulysses.

Far from you

Cyc. What do you say? You proffer a new name.
Uly. My father named me so; and I have taken
A full revenge for your unnatural feast;

I should have done ill to have burned down Troy
And not revenged the murder of my comrades.

Cyc. Ai! ai! the ancient oracle is accomplished;
It is said that I should have my eyesight blinded
By you coming from Troy, yet it foretold
That you should pay the penalty for this
By wandering long over the homeless sea.

Uly. I bid thee weep-consider what I say,
I go towards the shore to drive my ship

To mine own land, o'er the Sicilian wave.

Cyc. Not so, if whelming you with this huge stone I can crush you and all your men together;

I will descend upon the shore, though blind,

Groping my way down the steep ravine.

Chorus. And we, the shipmates of Ulysses now, Will serve our Bacchus all our happy lives.

TRANSLATIONS FROM MOSCHUS.

I.

WHEN winds that move not its calm surface sweep
The azure sea, I love the land no more.
The smiles of the serene and tranquil deep
Tempt my unquiet mind.-But when the war
Of ocean's grey abyss resounds, and foam
Gathers upon the sea, and vast waves burst,
I turn from the drear aspect to the home

Of earth and its deep woods, where interspersed,
When winds blow loud pines make sweet melody.
Whose house is some lone bark, whose toil the sea,
Whose prey the wandering fish, an evil lot
Has chosen. But I my languid limbs will fling
Beneath the plane, where the brook's murmuring
Moves the calm spirit but disturbs it not.

II.

PAN loved his neighbour Echo-but that child
Of Earth and Air pined for the Satyr leaping;

The Satyr loved with wasting madness wild

The bright nymph Lyda,—and so the three went weeping. As Pan loved Echo, Echo loved the Satyr;

The Satyr, Lyda-and thus love consumed them.

And thus to each-which was a woful matter

To bear what they inflicted, justice doomed them; For inasmuch as each might hate the lover,

Each loving, so was hated.-Ye that love not Be warned-in thought turn this example over, That when ye love, the like return ye prove nɔt.

SONNET.

From the Italian of Dante.

DANTE ALIGHIERI TO GUIDO CAVALCANTI.

GUIDO, I would that Lappo, thou, and I,
Led by some strong enchantment, might ascend
A magic ship, whose charmed sails should fly

With winds at will where'er our thoughts might wend,
And that no change, nor any evil chance,

Should mar our joyous voyage; but it might be,
That even satiety should still enhance
Between our hearts their strict community.
And that the bounteous wizard then would place
Vanna and Bice and my gentle love,

Companions of our wandering, and would grace
With passionate talk wherever we might rove
Our time, and each were as content and free
As I believe that thou and I should be.

SCENES FROM THE "MAGICO PRODIGIOSO" OF CALDERON.

CYPRIAN as a Student; CLARIN and MOSCON as poor Scholars, with books. Cyp. In the sweet solitude of this calm place,

This intricate wild wilderness of trees

And flowers and undergrowth of odorous plants,

Leave me; the books you brought out of the house

To me are ever best society.

And whilst with glorious festival and song
Antioch now celebrates the consecration

Of a proud temple to great Jupiter,

And bears his image in loud jubilee

To its new shrine, would consume what still
Lives of the dying day, in studious thought,
Far from the throng and turmoil.

Go and enjoy the festival; it will

You, my friends,

Be worth the labour, and return for me

When the sun seeks its grave among the billows,
Which among dim grey clouds on the horizon

Dance like white plumes upon a hearse ;-and here
I shall expect you.

Mos.

I cannot bring my mind,

Great as my haste to see the festival

Certainly is, to leave you, sir, without

Just saying some three or four hundred words.

How is it possible that on a day

Of such festivity, you can bring your mind

To come forth to a solitary country

With three or four old books, and turn your back
On all this mirth?

Cla.
My master's in the right;
There is not anything more tiresome