appear

No wailing ghost shall dare
To vex with shrieks this quiet grove,
But shepherd lads assemble here,

And melting virgins own their love.
No withered witch shall here be seen,
No goblins lead their nightly crew;
The female fays shall haunt the green,
And dress thy grave with pearly dew:
The red-breast oft at evening hours
Shall kindly lend his little aid,
With hoary moss, and gathered flowers,
To deck the ground where thou art laid.

Lovesy, Printer, Promenade, Cheltenham.

Collins.

SELECTIONS FOR COMPOSITION

AND TRANSLATION,

IN PROSE AND VERSE,

FOR THE USE OF THE HIGHER CLASSES IN

CHELTENHAM COLLEGE.

Third Series.

BY

THE REV. W. DOBSON, M.A.,

PRINCIPAL.

LONDON:

SIMPKIN, MARSHALL, & CO., STATIONERS' HALL COURT,

CHELTENHAM :

JOHN LOVESY, PROMENADE.

1846.

LOVESY, PRINTER,

PROMENADE, CHELTENHAM.

SELECTIONS FOR COMPOSITION.

MONDAY, August 10.

Into Latin Elegiacs.

THE sun was sunk beneath the hill,
The western clouds were lined with gold,
Clear was the sky, the wind was still,
The flocks were penned within the fold;
When in the silence of the grove

Poor Damon thus despaired of love.

Who seeks to pluck the fragrant rose
From the hard rock or oozy beach?
Who from each weed that barren grows
Expects the grape or downy peach?
With equal faith may hope to find
The truth of love, in woman kind.

No herds have I, no fleecy care,
No fields that wave with golden grain,
No pastures green, or gardens fair
A woman's venal heart to gain;
Then all in vain my sighs must prove,
Whose whole estate alas is love.

WEDNESDAY, August 12.

Into Latin Hexameters.

No gentle breathing breeze prepares the spring, No birds within this desert region sing;

The ships, unmoved, the boist'rous winds defy, While rattling chariots o'er the ocean fly.