Unmeasured still my Shakspeare sits,
Lone as the blessed Jew.



HAFIZ.


Her passions the shy violet
From Hafiz never hides;
Love-longings of the raptured bird
The bird to him confides.



NATURE IN LEASTS.


As sings the pine-tree in the wind,
So sings in the wind a sprig of the pine;
Her strength and soul has laughing France
Shed in each drop of wine.



[GREEK TITLE].


'A new commandment,' said the smiling Muse,
'I give my darling son, Thou shalt not preach;'--