V. “Shuddering she nigh fell, till Nial caught The bruiséd lambkin in his arms.” Illa nihil: neque enim vocem viresque loquendi, Aut aliquid toto pectore mentis habet; Sed tremit, ut quondam stabulis deprensa relictis, Parva sub infesto cùm jacet agna lupo. Ovid. _Fast._ ii. 797. VII. ----“Would I had died, Would Heaven that I had died this fatal hour!” &c. Ἰοὺ, ἰοὺ, ἀντιπαθῆ Μεθεῖσα καρδίας σταλαγμὸν Χθονιαφόρον· ἐκ δὲ τοῦ Λιχὴν ἄφυλλος, ἄτεκνος, Βροτοφθόρους κηλίδας ἐν χώρᾳ βαλεῖ. Æschyl. _Eumen._ 810. “Wo, bitter wo is me! I will shed a drop from my heart which shall corrupt all earthly things! And thence shall spring a ring-worm sterile--childless, and fling man-rotting spots through earth around!” XI. “The elements with fierce, o’ershadowing frown.” At pater omnipotens densa inter nubila telum Contorsit (non ille faces, nec fumea tædis Lumina) præcipitemque immani turbine adegit. Virg. _Æn._ vi. XXIII. “And halts the strife of man--his pellets cease to fly.” Ἀντίτυπα δ’ ἐπὶ γᾷ πέσε τανταλωθεὶς Πυρφόρος, ὃς τότε μαινομένᾳ ξὺν ὁρμᾷ Βακχεύων ἐπέπνει Ῥιπαῖς ἐχθίστων ἀνέμων. Soph. _Antig._ 134. “But stricken with the thunder that fiery one fell to earth who raging before with insane fury had excited the violent winds.” XXV. “Dismayed and scattered fly the rival hosts.” Stolto, ch’al Ciel si agguaglia, e in oblio pone Come di Dio la destra irata tuone! Tasso. _Ger. Lib._ iv. 2. XXIX. ----“The common power They owned with one accord--of hearts the richest dower.” Die heilige Liebe Strebt zu der höchsten frucht gleicher gesinungen auf * * Sich verbinde das paar, finde die höhere welt. Goethe, “_Metamorphose der Pflanzen_.” “Holy Love strives after the loftiest fruit of equal dispositions--that those who love may be one, and find the Higher World!” XXX. “So like a god he to her eyes doth seem, Who came from demon-hate her soul to free.” _Clyt._ Οὐκ ἔχω βωμὸν καταφυγεῖν ἄλλον, ἢ τὸ σὸν γόνυ, Οὐδὲ φίλος οὐδεὶς γελᾷ μοι. * * * Eurip. _Iphig. in Aul._ 911. _Achil._ Θεὸς ἐγὼ πέφῃνά σοι Μέγιστος, οὐκ ὢν. _Ib._ 973. _Clyt._ “I have no other altar to fly to but thy knee; nor have I a friend!” _Achil._ “I have appeared to thee a mighty God; but am not one.” XXXII. “His frame sharp anguish shook,” &c. ----κλαίοντα λιγέως. Hom. _Il._ T. “Crying sharply”--such is the epithet which the poet applies to the wailing of Achilles for Patroclus.