Sad Zephyr skims the garden round, While Nature burns throughout her frame, Can Man alone exemption claim -But soft!-the welcome show'rs arrive, -How the flow'rs breathe-the plants revive, And Man reviving with the earth, Inhales new health, new joy, new birth! But ah! in vain, for such whose pow'rs In vain kind Heav'n its pity show'rs, And breathes her incense to the skies. They may not trace the silver stream, Nor wander at the setting beam, To hail declining day; For Ev'ning's sighs borne on the breeze, ODE ON THE DEATH OF GENERAL ROMANA. BY PROFESSOR RICHARDSON. İ. Lo! in that isle, girt by the Scandian wave, Their manly bosoms! "We will die," they swear, "Will shield and save our native land, or die."The patriot oath was heard, and register'd on high. II. That day, in presence of th' Almighty mind, With those to whom the gracious charge was given Kenn'd, as it roll'd afar, his own fair planet blaze. III. And upward as th' unusual radiance flow'd, And loud and clear amid the vast acclaim, IV. The solemn oath was register'd on high! By flame-man'd coursers drawn, behold Whose corruscations bright as they ascend, With lightning's flashing wide from Heaven's high portal blend. V. And lo! while loose his raven tresses fly, Thy Genius, by th' unfolded gate, With helm and spear, Iberia! deigns to wait, And greet the stranger.-But, 66 return," he says, "Nor yet a while enjoy thy meed of full-earn'd praise. VI. "While other warriors in the marshal'd field, "Inspire, and with their spirits, let thy spirit blend. VII. "Go, reinforce them if their fires relent, "Chill'd by disaster, or unduly spent "In rash atchievement. Go, impart "The wisdom of thine own sagacious heart; "And deeply let these truths their minds impress, "No sloth can win, no rashness shall controul, "But wise, and manly perseverance, sole, "With th' aid of Heaven, shall earn, and ratify suc cess," VIII. Nor shall the Cimbrian isle no fame obtain, Veil'd with gray mists, and hoar with frosty rime, Distinction, henceforth class'd with lands of antient "I saw," the future traveller will relate, "Ween, Tycho's isle that crowns the Baltic strait, "And Hamlet's famous Elsinore, "Hafnia's fair city, Zealand's verdant shore, "Contrasted with the mountainous array "That Swedeland's rocks, in gloomy pomp, display, "And Funen, dear to freedom, where a band "Of patriots vow'd to die, or free their native land.” TO A BEAUTIFUL BEGGAR *: (Supposed to have been written by a Clerk to a Magistrate.) FROM THE SPANISH OF CERVANTES. Go, beautiful beggar, depart from this door, Pronounce thee unwilling yet able to toil. Thy youth and thy health that with rapture I see, Through thy rags and thy dirt, as they beam upon me Those lips asking kisses, those love-darting eyes- But what are my feelings, my pity, my love! * These verses were intended for insertion in a translation of Cervantes's novel of the Gitanilla. The girl is supposed to read them to a party of young men (before whom she appeared with the company of gypsies, to which she belonged) as a specimen of what productions her charms had given rise to. One of the young men, out of jealousy, snatches them out of her hands before she comes to the end. |