Now they wax, and now they dwindle, Mingle human bliss and woe. PEMBROKE AND Keble Colleges, Oxford, 1891. 57 RUSKIN. OLYMPIA. SON. Now, ugly Death, stretch out thy sable wings Mother, despatch me, or I'll kill myself: For think you I can live and see him dead? Sweet mother, strike, that I may meet my father. JESUS COLLEGE SCHOLARSHIPS, Oxford, 1889. Et modo deminui videas, modo crescere, circum Vos tamen, o Parcæ mortalia fata trahentes, 57 Ο. Θάνατε θεῶν αἴσχιστε, νῦν μελαγχίμους πτέρυγας πρότεινε, νῷν τε τὰ ψυχὰ φέρων κόμιζ ̓ ἵν ̓ αὐτοῦ τἀνδρὸς ἡ ψυχὴ ματᾷ. ἦ σοί γ' ἀπαρκεῖ κατθανεῖν, φίλον τέκος ; Σκύθαι γὰρ οἵδε, νηλεὴς ἄγαν λεώς, Μαῦροι τ' ἄνοικτοι κρεοκοπήσουσιν μέλη, Ιξίονός τε ζημιώσουσιν πόνοις, ἐπενδιδόντες εἴ τι τῶνδ ̓ ὑπέρτερον. τοιγὰρ θανεῖν σε χερσὶ μητρῴαις κρατεῖ, χαλκῷ φίλῳ διδόντα πάλλευκον δέρην, ὡς ἀσφάδαστος, καιρίας πληγῆς τυχών, πόνων ἀπαλλαχθῃς τε καὶ ζωῆς ὁμοῦ. Π. ἔστω τάδ', ἢ σὺ μ' αὐτόχειρ ̓ ἔα θανεῖν. κείνου γὰρ οὐκέτ ̓ ὄντος εἶθ ̓ ὁρῶ φάος ; φέρε μοι μάχαιραν, ἢ σύ τοι πληγὴν δίδου· οὐ γάρ ποθ ̓ ὑβρίσουσί μ' οἱ Σκύθαι τάδε· μῆτερ, πάταξον, ὡς θανὼν ξυνῶ πατρί. 58 On a Statue of Apollo TO THE SCULPTOR. If that Prometheus stole the fire divine, What was his daring when compared with thine ? A present god! I cry, in wild amaze; Fresh from the triumph, glorying in his might, The all-conquering Archer, lord of heat and light, Apollo's self confess'd before our eyes, Bounds on the base, new lighted from the skies. 59 So happie are they and so fortunate, 58 Πῦρ Διὸς οὐρανόθεν Τίταν παρέκλεψε Προμηθεύς. ἀλλ ̓ ὅγε σοῦ τόλμῃ πολλὸν ἀφαυρότερος. ἐκ γὰρ ἀναισθήτου ζῶόν ποτε πηλὸν ἔθηκε, θερμήνας, σὺ θεὸν δ ̓ ἐκ λίθου εἰργάσαο. 66 · ἃ θεός,” αὐτίκ ̓ ἐγὼ μορφὴν ἐσιδὼν ἐρατεινήν “ ἃ θεός,” ἐξεῖπον, θαύματι μαινόμενος. "" “ ἐκ νίκης νέον ἦλθες, Ἑκηβόλε, κύδεϊ γαίων, πανδάματορ φάεος καὶ θέρεος ταμία” δῆλος μὲν γὰρ ἰδεῖν, φανερὸς θεός, αὐτὸς Απόλλων, φαίνετ ̓ ἀποθρώσκειν εἰς πέδον οὐρανόθεν. 59 Felices nimium fortunatosque laborum, Nam licet humanæ, quæcunque est, gloria laudis F Recorded by the Muses, live for aye. Ne may with storming showers be washt away, Ne bitter breathing windes with harmfull blast, age, nor envie, shall them ever wast. Nor In virgin modesty appear To hail and welcome in the year! Fearless of winter, it defies All that the gay or sweet compose, QUEEN'S COLL. SCHOLARSHIPS, OXFORD, 1891. 61 Thus saying, from her husband's hand her hand Oread, or Dryad, or of Delia's train, Betook her to the groves; but Delia's self |