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ON AN ENGLISH REPRINT OF THE GREEK ANTHOLOGY. Dew from

the mountains of morn distilled on the shores of the sunset; Gleams of the glory of Greece, gilding our ultimate clime; Slow, sweet pipings of Pan, quick blasts of Athenian onset; Tears for the mighty dead coursing in cadence sublime. Flashes of fiery love, fond glimpses of family faces; Groans of human despair, hymns of celestial care; Clashes of fate and change, glad flights of the Fauns and the Graces; Glorious, laughter-lit jewels of wisdom and wit.

ALFRED PERCZVAL GRAVES.