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Like eastern kings, a lazy state they kecp,
From these, perhaps, (ere nature bade her die,
But thou, false guardian of a charge too good, Thou mean deserter of thy brother's blood! See on these ruby lips the trembling breath, These cheeks, now fading at the blast of death : Cold is that breast which warm'd the world before, And those love-darting eyes must roll no more. Thus, if Eternal Justice rule the ball, Thus shall your wives, and thus your children fall: On all the line a sudden vengeance waits, And frequent hearses shall besiege your gates. There passengers shall stand, and, pointing, say, (While the long fun’rals blacken all the way,) Lo! these were they whose fouls the furies steeld, And curs’d with hearts unknowing how to yield. Thus unlamented pass the proud away, The
gaze of fools, and pageant of a day! So perilh all, whose breast ne'er learnt to glow For others' good, or melt at others' woe.
What can atone, O ever-injur'd shade! Thy fate unpity'd, and thy rites unpaid ? No friend's complaint, no kind domestic tear Pleas’d thy pale ghost, or grac'd thy mournful bier. By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos’d, By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos’d; By foreign hands thy humble
grave adorn’d, By strangers honour'd, and by strangers mourn'd. What though no friends in fable weeds appear, Grieve for an hour, perhaps, then mourn a year, And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances and the public show; What though no weeping loves thy ashes grace, Nor polish'd marble emulate thy face: What though no sacred earth allow thee room, Nor hallow'd dirge be mutter'd o'er thy tomb;
Yet shall thy grave with rising flow’rs be dress’d,
So peaceful rests, without a stone, a name,
Poets themselves must fall like those they sung, Deaf the prais’d ear, and mute the tuneful tongue.. E’en he, whose soul now melts in mournful lays, Shall shortly want the gen'rous tear he pays ; Then from his closing eyes thy form shall part, And the last pang shall tear thee from his heart; Life's idle business at one gasp be o'er, The muse forgot, and thou belov'd no more!
And aid my languid lays:
Its annual tribute pays.
And, foremost of the train,
Prophetic of thy reign.
Calls Echo from her cell.
Beware! ye maids, that listen round,
The nymph who lov’d too well.
Their infant buds display:
And, sparkling, bless his ray.
With nature's vary'd hues :
The spring of life renews..
And brings th' appointed hour:
No longer in our pow'r. Then happieft he, whose lengthen'd fight Pursues by virtue's constant light,
A hope beyond the skies: Where frowning winter ne’er shall come, But rosy spring for ever bloom,
And suns eternal rise.
THE LASS OF FAIR WONE.
From the German of BÜRGER.
Why strays a troubled spright,
Through curtains of the night? Why steals along the pond of toads
A gliding fire so blue, That lights
a spot where grows no grass, Where falls no rain nor dew ? The parfon's daughter once was good,
And gentle as the dove, And young
and fair and many came To win the damsel's love. High o'er the hamlet, from the hill,
Beyond the winding stream,
In sheen of ev’ning gleam.
A lord fo frank and free ;
The maid beheld his glee.
In hunting trim so fine,
Beshone the midnight wine.
He sent the maid his picture, girt
With diamond, pearl, and gold ; And filken paper, sweet with musk,
This gentle message told: Let go thy sweethearts, one and all; Shalt thou be basely wood, That worthy art to gain the heart,
Of youths of noble blood ? The tale I would to thee bewray,
In secret must be said,
Fair lass be not afraid.
Sings sweetly to his mate,
and mantle clad he came, At night, with lonely tread; Unseen, and silent as a mist,
And hush'd the dogs with bread.
Sung sweetly to his mate,
And, ah! ne'er made him wait.
They won her ear and heart : How soon will she, who loves, believe !
How deep a lover's art ! No lure, no soothing guise, he spar'd,
To banish virtuous shame; He call'd on holy God above,
As witness to his flame. He clasp'd her to his breast, and swore
To be for ever true : “ O yield thee to my wishful arms,
Thy choice thou shalt not rue.”
And led her to the bow'r
Sweet smelt the beans in flow'r.