POETRY.

FOUR EPIGRAMS FROM THE ANTHOLOGY.*

(" Lama Veneria."—Aseleplades, B.C. 290; Samoa, I. 2.) SWEET to thirsty throats in summer is the draught of snow, Sweet to sailors after winter spring's first blossoms blow ; Sweetest though when one cloak covers

Two glad lovers.

(" Lore and the Scholar."—Marcus Argentariva, I., 4.)

As I read Hesiod one day Chloris came suddenly my way;

I dropped the book and cried for glee- " Old Hesiod, that's enough for me ! "

(" Lovers' lips."—Plato, L, 5.)

Kissing Phyllis, all my soul To my lips once found its way, And eager to attain the goal Had very nearly passed away.

(" Love the Bunaway."—Meleager, I, 13.)

Stop the thief ! Raise hue and cry !

Love, wild Love, has fled; At the dawn I saw him fly Laughing from my bed.

The boy is tearful, swift and shrill, A chatterbox and sly, Winged is he and has shafts to kill, There's boldness in his eye.

• The numbers are those of the epigraras in blackail's " Greek Anthology."

No father owns him ; earth denies The rascal, sea and air Disclaim him each. Where'er he flies All hate him everywhere; More snares for souls I fear he'll trace.

See !—ambushed there he lies ; The archer's made his lurking place In Myrrha's laughing eyes.

G. LEVESON Gowra.