From the Greek by Samuel Rogers Playing near a Precipice WHILE on the cliff with calm delight she kneels, And the blue vales a thousand joys recall, See, to the last, last verge her infant steals! O, fly—yet stir not, speak not, lest it fall.— Far better taught, she lays her bosom bare, And the fond boy springs back to nestle there.
From the Greek by Robert Bland CLING to thy home! if there the meanest shed Yield thee a hearth and shelter for thy head, And some poor plot, with vegetables stored, Be all that Heaven allots thee for thy board,— Unsavory bread, and herbs that scattered grow Wild on the river brink or mountain...
From the Greek by Samuel Rogers Playing near a Precipice WHILE on the cliff with calm delight she kneels, And the blue vales a thousand joys recall, See, to the last, last verge her infant steals! O, fly—yet stir not, speak not, lest it fall.— Far better taught, she lays her bosom bare, And...
