Oft hath he heard the muses' string resound
His honored name; and may his latter days,
With wealth and worth, and minstrel garlands
crowned,

Mark with no envious ear a subject praise,
Who now from fair Arcadia's forest wide
To Syracusa, homeward, from his home
Returns, a common care, a common pride,-
(And, whoso darkling braves the ocean foam,
May safeliest moored with twofold anchor ride,)
Arcadia, Sicily, on either side

Guard him with prayer; and thou who rulest the deep,

Fair Amphitrite's lord, in safety keep

His tossing keel,-and evermore to me
No meaner theme assign of poesy.

TRANSLATIONS

FROM THE

HINDOOSTANEE.

SONNET BY THE LATE NAWAB OF

OUDE, ASUF UD DOWLA.

In those eyes the tears that glisten as in pity for my pain,

Are they gems, or only dew-drops ? can they, will they long remain ?

Why thy strength of tyrant beauty thus, with seeming ruth, restrain?

Better breathe my last before thee, than in lingering grief remain!

To yon planet, Fate has given every month to wax and wane ;

And-thy world of blushing brightness--can it, will it, long remain ?

Health and youth in balmy moisture on thy cheek their seat maintain;

But the dew that steeps the rose-bud-can it, will it long remain ?