Flow'rs may adorn the flatt'ring way, ASON G. By METASTASI O. IS hard to fay, Barbarian, if thy breaft Not the rude bear, that feels the baneful wound, A SONETT O. O Del Silenzio figlio, e della notte, Padre di vaghe imaginate forme, Sonno gentil, per le cui tacit' orme Son l' Alme al ciel d' amor fpeffo condotte. Or ch' in grembo alle lievi ombre interrotte E vien' col dolce tuo tranquillo oblìo, E col bel volto, in ch'io mirar m' appago A confolar il vedovo desìo. Che fe 'n te la fembianza, onde fon vago Non m' è dato goder, godrò pur io Della notte, che bramo, almen l'imago. CAN. A SONNET. HOU gentle fon of Silence, and of Night! THO Father of Fancy's bright ideal train! Sleep! by whofe pathless footsteps gliding light Now that deep funk beneath thy friendly fhade, All hearts, but mine, are in thy bands confin'd, Come! with thy calm Oblivion to my aid, And with thee bring the image of the maid, But if that form my flumbers may not bless, ASON G. By METASTASI O. To NECESSITY. Y thee midst fields of wild affray, BY Clos'd are the warrior's eyes in fleep By thee infpir'd, the failor blythe and gay, Nor to the grave remains its pale attendant, Fear. The tame, unwarlike, trembling beaft, By Nature form'd for fear and flight, At thy command, within his breaft Feels genuine courage glow, and dares the fight. |