SONNET. TO A FRIEND WHO ASKED, HOW I FELT WHEN THE NURSE FIRST PRESENTED MY INFANT TO ME. CHARLES! my slow heart was only sad, when first All I had been, and all my child might be ! So for the Mother's sake the Child was dear, THE VIRGIN'S CRADLE-HYMN. COPIED FROM A PRINT OF THE VIRGIN, IN A CATHOLIC VILLAGE IN GERMANY. DORMI, Jesu! Mater ridet, Si non dormis, Mater plorat, Inter fila cantans orat Blande, veni, somnule. ENGLISH. Sleep, sweet babe! my cares beguiling: If thou sleep not, mother mourneth, Come, soft slumber, balmily! EPITAPH, ON AN INFANT. Its balmy lips the Infant blest Relaxing from its Mother's breast, How sweet it heaves the happy sigh Of innocent Satiety! And such my Infant's latest sigh! MELANCHOLY. A FRAGMENT. STRETCH'D on a mouldered Abbey's broadest wall, The dark green Adder's Tongue was there; That pallid cheek was flushed: her eager look Imperfect sounds her moving lips forsook, * A botanical mistake. The plant which the poet here describes is called the Hart's Tongue. TELL'S BIRTH-PLACE. IMITATED FROM STOLBERG. I. MARK this holy chapel well! The Birth-place, this, of WILLIAM TELL. Here, where stands God's altar dread, Stood his parents' marriage-bed. II. Here first, an infant to her breast, Him his loving mother prest; And kissed the babe, and blessed the day, And prayed as mothers use to pray. III. "Vouchsafe him health, O God! and give The Child thy servant still to live !" Through him, than through an armed power. |