Then the Guns' alarums, and the King of Arums, All in his Garters and his Clarence shoes, Opening the massy doors to the bould Ambassydors, The Prince of Potboys, and great haythen Jews: 'T would have made you crazy to see Esterhazy All jool's from his jasey to his di'mond boots, With Alderman Harmer, and that swate charmer The famale heiress, Miss Anja-ly Coutts. And Wellington, walking with his swoord drawn, talking To Hill and Hardinge, haroes of great fame : And Sir De Lacy, and the Duke Dalmasey (They call'd him Sowlt afore he changed his name), Themselves presading Lord Melbourne, lading The Queen, the darling, to her royal chair, And that fine ould fellow, the Duke of PellMello, The Queen of Portingal's Chargy-de-fair. THE SOLDIER-BOY I GIVE my soldier-boy a blade, I know not; but I hope to know That for no mean or hireling trade, Cool, calm, and clear, the lucid flood In which its tempering work was done : As calm, as clear, as cool of mood, Be thou whene'er it sees the sun. For country's claim, at honor's call, I give my soldier-boy a blade. The eye which mark'd its peerless edge, The hand that weigh'd its balanced poise, Anvil and pincers, forge and wedge, noise And still the gleaming sword remains ; So, when in dust I low am laid, Remember by these heart-felt strains, I gave my soldier-boy a blade. TO THE NAUTILUS WHERE Ausonian summers glowing Dost thou appear The joyous playmate of the buxom breeze, Thou the light sail boldly spreadest, For though the tides with restless motion THE Soul of man is larger than the sky, To know thyself, and in thyself to be Serene of thought, unhurt by thy own flame. IDEALITY THE vale of Tempe had in vain been fair, Green Ida never deem'd the nurse of Jove; Each fabled stream, beneath its covert grove, Had idly murmur'd to the idle air; |