The One, yet unbreeched, is not three They hunt through the streets with debirthdays old, liberate tread, His Grandsire that age more than thirty And each, in his turn, becomes leader or times told; There are ninety good seasons of fair and foul weather 15 Between them, and both go a-pilfering together. led; And, wherever they carry their plots and their wiles, Every face in the village is dimpled with smiles. 40 With chips is the carpenter strewing his Neither checked by the rich nor the needs floor? Is a cart-load of turf at an old woman's For the grey-headed Sire has a daughter they roam; at home, Who will gladly repair all the damage that's done; And three, were it asked, would be ren dered for one. Old Daniel begins; he stops short-and Old Man! whom so oft I with pity have Was smitten by the great ones of the I knew the force; and hence the rough world, sea's pride ΙΟ But did not fall; for Virtue braves all Availed not to my Vessel's overthrow. 20 What noble pomp and frequent have shocks, Upon herself resting immovably. Me did a kindlier fortune then invite not I On regal decks beheld! yet in the end To serve the glorious Henry, King of I learned that one poor moment can France, And in his hands I.saw a high reward 15 Stretched out for my acceptance,-but Death came. suffice To equalize the lofty and the low. We sail the sea of life-a Calm One finds, 23 Now, Reader, learn from this my fate, And One a Tempest-and, the voyage o'er, how false, Death is the quiet haven of us all. How treacherous to her promise, is the If more of my condition ye would know, Savona was my birthplace, and I sprang Of noble parents: seventy years and three Lived I-then yielded to a slow disease. V. [Composed ?.-Published 1837.] TRUE is it that Ambrosio Salinero THERE never breathed a man who, when Fate harder still! had he to endure a his life Was closing, might not of that life relate Toils long and hard.-The warrior will report saults Of racking malady. And true it is Of wounds, and bright swords flashing in And he was strong to follow in the steps VI. nat every gentle Spirit hither led [Composed 1809.-Published December 28, 1809 May read them not without some bitter (The Friend); ed. 1815.] DESTINED to war from very infancy Was I, Roberto Dati, and I took In Malta the white symbol of the Cross: Nor in life's vigorous season did I shun Hazard or toil; among the sands was seen Of Lybia; and not seldom, on the banks 6 Of wide Hungarian Danube, 'twas my lot To hear the sanguinary trumpet sounded. So lived I, and repined not at such fate: This only grieves me, for it seems a tears. Here laid in mortal darkness, wouldst Its Sister-twin survives, whose smiles With Archimedes also he conversed Twine near their loved Permessus.- Himself above each lower thought uplifting, 15 His ears he closed to listen to the songs Which Sion's Kings did consecrate of old; And his Permessus found on Lebanon. 20 But truly did He live his life. Urbino, Take pride in him!-O Passenger, farewell! I. [Composed.-Published 1835.] By a blest Husband guided, Mary came From nearest kindred, Vernon her new name; afford A trembling solace to her widowed Lord. Reader! if to thy bosom cling the pain Of recent sorrow combated in vain; Or if thy cherished grief have failed ta thwart She came, though meek of soul, in seemly In affectionate remembrance of Frances Fert whose remains are deposited in the church Claines, near Worcester, this stone is erected by her sister, Dame Margaret, wife of Sir Ge Beaumont, Bart., who, feeling not less than love of a brother for the deceased, commen this memorial to the care of his heirs and sit-i cessors in the possession of this place. [Composed 1824.-Published 1842.] By vain affections unenthralled, Though resolute when duty called To meet the world's broad eye, Pure as the holiest cloistered nun That ever feared the tempting sun, Did Fermor live and die. |