The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, Where through the long drawn áisle and fretted vault, Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion cail the fleeting breath? Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Full many a gem of purest ray serene, Some village - Hampden **), that with dauntless breast Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Th' applause of listening senates to command, Their lot forbade: nor circumscrib'd alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confin'd: *) Anthems d. i. Antehymns, eine Art Motetten, welche von der Orgel begleitet werden. Der Karakter der Anthems ist feierlich und ernst. **) S. S. 351. Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture deck'd, Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd Muse, And many a holy text around she strews, For who to 'dumb forgetfulness a prey, For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn " ,,There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, ,,His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. ,,Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, „Along the heath and near his favourite tree; ,,Another came; nor yet beside the rill, ,,Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; The next with dirges due in sad array ,,Slow through the church-way path we saw him born, ,,Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn." THE EPITAPH. Here rests his head upon the lap of earth, Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, He gain'd from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God. 2) ODE ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF ETON COLLEGE. *Ανθρωπος ίκανη πρίφασις εἰς τὸ δυςυχεῖν. MENANDER. Ye distant spires, ye antique towers, That crown the watery glade, Where grateful Science still adores Her Henry's) holy shade; And ye, that from the stately brow Of Windsor's heights th' expanse below ) King Henry the Sixth, founder of the College. Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey, His silver-winding way. Ah,. happy hills! ah, pleasing shade! Where once my careless childhood stray'd, I feel the gales that from ye blow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, Say, father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green, Who foremost now delight to cleave, To chase the ralling circle's speed, Or urge the flying ball *)? While some on earnest business bent 'Gainst graver hours that bring constraint Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, *) Der Dichter meint das Spiel, das von den Englischen Schulknaben zu Eton auf ihren Spielplätzen (play - fields) cricket Die Bälle, die man dazu nimmt, sind sehr klein und hart, und werden mit hölzernen Keulen (bats), welche un ten breit und schwer sind, getrieben. Küttner. genannt wird. Gay hope is theirs, by Fancy fed, Alas! regardless of their doom, No sense have they of ills to come, Yet see, how all around them wait The ministers of human fate, And black Misfortune's baleful train! Ah! show them where in ambush stand, To seize their prey, the murderous band! Ah, tell them, they are men! These shall the fury passions tear, The vulturs of the mind, Disdainful Anger, pallid Fear, And shame that skulks behind;, Or pining Love shall waste their youth, Ambition this shall tempt to rise; To bitter scorn a sacrifice, And grinning Infamy. The stings of Falsehood those shall try, And hard Unkindness' alter'd eye, That mocks the tear it forc'd to flow; |