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Not Fortune's minion, but her noblest see To wealth, their golden idol,- not to thee! Turn to the annals of a former day. And, even in simple boyhood's opening dawn, Bright are the deeds thine earlier Sir Some slaves are found to flatter and to fawn:

display; When these declare, “that pomp alone One, though a Courtier,lived a man of vari

should wait And call'd, proud boast! the British Dram On one by birth predestined to be great ;

forth. That books were only meant for drudging Another view! not less renown'd for WE

fools,

Alike for courts, and camps, or senate: É That gallant spirits scorn the common rules;” Bold in the field, and favour'd by the Vis Believe them not,- they point the path to In every splendid part ordain'd to shine:

shame,

Far, far distinguish'd from the glitteris And seek to blast the honours of thy name:

throng,
Turn to the few, in Ida's early throng, The pride of Princes, and the boast of Sony
Whose souls disdain not to condemn the Such were thy Fathers, thus preserve the
wrong;

name,
Or, if amidst the comrades of thy youth, Not heir to titles only, but to Fame.
None dare to raise the sterner voice of truth, The hour draws nigh, a few brief daya
Ask thine own heart! 'twill bid thee, boy,

will close,
forbear,

To me, this little scene of joys and woes; For well I know that virtue lingers there. Each knell of Time now warns me to resign

Shades, where Hope, Peace and Friendship

all were mine; Yes! I have mark'd thee many a passing Hope,that could vary like the rainbow's hus

day,

And gild their pinions, as the moments fiev: But now new scenes invite me far away ; Peace, that reflection never frown'd away, Yes! I have mark’d, within that generous By dreams of ill, to cloud some future das;

mind,

Friendship, whose truth let childhood only A sool, if well matured, to bless mankind;

tell, Ah! though myself by nature haughty, wild, Alas! they love not long, who love so well Whom Indiscretion hail'd her favourite To these adieu! nor let me linger o'er

child ;

Scenes haild,as exiles hail theirnativeshore. Though every error stamps me for her own, Receding slowly through the dark blue deep, And dooms my fall, I fain would fall alone; Beheld by eyes that mourn, yet cannot weep. Though my proud heart no precept now

can tame, I love the virtues which I cannot claiin. Dorset! farewell! I will not ask one part 'Tis not enongh, with other Sons of power, of sad remenbrance in so young a heart; To gleam the lambent meteor of an hour, Thecoming morrow from thy youthfulmind, To swell some peerage-page in feeble pride, Will sweep my name, nor leave a trace With long-drawn names, that grace no

behind. page

beside; And yet, perhaps, in some maturer year, Then share with titled crowds the common Since chance has thrown us in the selflot,

same sphere, In life just gazed at, in the grave forgot; Since the same senate, nay, the same debate, While nought divides thee from the vulgar May one day claim our suffrage for the state,

dead,

We hence may meet, and pass each other by Except the dull cold stone that hides thy With faint regard, or cold and distant eye

head,

For me, in future, neither friend or foe, The mouldering 'scutcheon, or the Herald's A stranger to thyself, thy weal or woe;

roll,

With thee no more again I hope to trace That well-emblazon'd, but neglected scroll, The recollection of our early race ; Where Lords, unhonour'd, in the tomb may No more, as once, in social hours, rejoice,

find

Or hear, unless in crowds, thy well-known One spot to leave a worthless name behind;

voice. There sleep, unnoticed as the gloomy vaults Still, if the wishes of a heart untaught That veil their dust, their follies, and To veil those feelings, which perchance, their faults;

it ought;
A race, with old armorial lists o’erspread, If these, but let me cease the lengthen'd
In records destined never to be read.

strain,
Fain would I view thee, with prophetic eyes, Oh! if these wishes are not breathed in rain,
Exalted more among the good and wise; The Guardian Seraph, who directs thy fate.
A glorious and a long career pursue, Will leave thee glorious, as he found thee
As first in Rank, the first in Talent too;

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TRANSLATIONS AND IMITATIONS.

AD LESBIAM.

WDRIAN'S ADDRESS TO HIS SOUL, TRANSLATION FROM CATULLUS.
WHEN DYING.

LUCTUS DE MORTE PASSERIS,
ANIMULA! vagula, blandula,
Hospes comesque corporis,

Ye Capids, droop each little head,
Quæ nunc abibis in loca?

Nor let your wings with joy be spread ;
Pallidula, rigida, nudula,

My Lesbia's favourite bird is dead,
Nec, ut soles, dabis jocos.

Whom dearer than her eyes she loved ;

For he was gentle, and so true, Ax! gentle, fleeting, wavering Sprite,

Obedient to her call he flew,
Friend and associate of this clay!

No fear, no wild alarm he knew,
To what unknown region borne,

But lightly o'er her bosom moved : Wilt thou now wing thy distant flight?

And softly fluttering here and there,
No more, with wonted humour gay,

He never sought to cleave the air;
But pallid, cheerless, and forlorn.

But chirrup'd oft, and free from care,

Tuned to her ear his grateful strain. Now having pass'd the gloomy bourn,

From whence he never can return, TRANSLATION FROM CATULLUS. His death, and Lesbia's grief, I mourn,

Who sighs, alas! but sighs in vain. Oh! curst be thon, devouring grave!

Whose jaws eternal victims crave, Equal to Jove that youth must be,

From whom no earthly power can save, Greater than Jove, he seems to me,

For thou hast ta’en the bird away: Who, free from Jealousy’s alarms, From thee, my Lesbia's eyes o'erflow. Securely views thy matchless charms; Her swollen cheeks with weeping glow, That cheek, which ever dimpling glows,

Thou art the cause of all her woe,
That mouth from whence such music flows, Receptacle of life's decay.
- To him, alike, are always known,

Reserved for him, and him alone.
Ah! Lesbia! though 'tis death to me,
I cannot choose but look on thee;

IMITATED FROM CATULLUS.
But, at the sight, my senses fly;
I needs must gaze, but gazing die;
Whilst trembling with a thousand fears,
Parch'd to the throat, my tongue adheres, OH! might I kiss those eyes of fire,
My pulse beats quick, my breath heaves A million scarce would quench desire ;

short,

Still, would I steep my lips in bliss, My limbs deny their slight support;

And dwell an age on every kiss; Cold dews my pallid face o’erspread, Nor then my soul should sated be, With deadly languor droops my head,

Still would I kiss and cling to thee: My ears with tingling echoes ring, Nought should my kiss from thine dissever, And life itself is on the wing;

Still would we kiss, and kiss for ever; My eyes refuse the cheering light, E'en though the number did exceed Their orbs are veil'd in starless night; The yellow harvest's countless seed; Such pangs my nature sinks beneath, To part would be a vain endeavour, And feels a temporary death.

Could I desist?-ah! never-never,

TO ELLEN.

TRANSLATION OF THE EPITAPH ON

VIRGIL AND TIBULLUS.

TRANSLATION FROM ANACREON.

TO HIS LYRE.

BY DOMITIUS MARSUS.

He who, sublime, in Epic numbers rolld, I wish to tune my quivering lyre,

And he who struck the softer lyre of love, To deeds of fame, and notes of fire ; By Death's unequal hand alike controllid,'| To echo from its rising swell, Fit comrades in Elysian regions move. How heroes fought, and nations fell ;

When Atreus' sons advanced to war,

Or Tyrian Cadmus roved afar;

He cried, “if this its strength has lost; But, still, to martial strains unknown, I fear, relax'd with midnight-devs, My lyre recurs to love alone.

The stringe their former aid refuse." Fired with the hope of future fame, With poison tipt, his arrow flies, I seek some nobler hero's name;

Deep in my tortured heart it lies : The dying chords are strong anew,

Then loud the joyous urchin laughid, To war, to war my harp is due;

“My bow can still impel the shaft, With glowing strings the epic strain 'Tis firmly fix'd, thy sighs reveal it; To Jove's great son I raise again; Say, courteous host, canst thou not feel it? Alcides and his glorious deeds, Beneath whose arm the Hydra bleeds; All, all in vain, my wayward lyre FRAGMENTS OF SCHOOL EXERCISE Wakes silver-notes of soft desire. Adieu ! ye chiefs renown'd in arms! FROM THE PROMETHEUS VINCTUS OP ESCHYLE: Adieu ! the clang of war’s alarms. To other deeds my soul is strung,

Great Jove! to whose Almighty throne

Both Gods and mortals homage pay, And sweeter notes shall now be sung;

Ne'er may my soul thy power disowa, My harp shall all its powers reveal,

Thy dread behests ne'er disobey. To tell the tale my heart must feel;

Oft shall the sacred victim fall Love, love alone, my lyre shall claim,

In sea-girt Ocean's mossy hall;
In songs of bliss, and sighs of flame.

My voice shall raise no impious strain
'Gainst him who rules the sky and azon

main.
ODE III.

How different now thy joyless fate, Twas now the hour, when Night had driven when placed aloft in godlike state,

Since first Hesione thy bride,
Her car half round yon sable heaven;

The blushing beauty by thy side,
Bootes, only, seem'd to roll
His Arctic charge around the Pole;

Thou sat'st, while reverend Ocean smild

And mirthful strains the hours beguiled; While mortals, lost in gentle sleep, Forgot to smile, or ceased to weep;

The Nymphs and Tritons danced around, At this lone hour the Paphian boy,

Nor yet thy doom was fix'd, nor Jove pe

lentless frown'd. Descending from the realms of joy,

Harrow, Dec. 1, 1804 Quick to my gate directs his course, And knocks with all his little force; My visions fled, alarm’d I rose;

THE EPISODE OF NISUS AND “What stranger breaks my blest repose ?" *Alas!” replies the wily child,

EURYALUS. In faultering accents, sweetly mild;

A PARAPHRASE FROM THE ÆNEID, LIB. 9. “A hapless infant here I roam, Far from my dear maternal home; N1808, the guardian of the portal, stood, Oh! shield me from the wintery blast, Eager to gild his arms with hostile bloed; The mighty storm is pouring fast; Well skill'd in fight, the quivering lance No prowling robber lingers here;

to wield, A wandering baby, who can fear ?" Or pour his arrows through th' embattled I heard his seeming artless tale,

field ; I heard his sighs upon the gale;

From Ida torn, he left his sylvan cave, My breast was never pity's foe,

And sought a foreign home, a distant grave; But felt for all the baby's woe;

To watch the movements of the Daunian I drew the bar, and by the light,

host, Young Love, the infant, met my sight; With him, Euryalus sustains the post: His bow across his shoulders flung, No lovelier mien adorn'd the ranks of Troy, And thence his fatal quiver hung. And beardless bloom yet graced the gallant (Ah! little did I think the dart Would rankle soon within my heart;) Though few the seasons of his youthful life, With care I tend my weary guest, As yet a novice in the martial strife, His little fingers chill my breast; 'Twas his, with beauty valour's gift to share, His glossy curls, his azure wing,

A soul heroic, as his form was fair; Which droop with nightly showers, I wring; These burn with one pure flame of generous His shivering limbs the embers warm,

love, And now, reviving from the storm, In peace, in war, united still they move; Scarce had he felt his wonted glow, Friendship and glory form their joint reward, Than swift he seized his slender bow : And now combined they hold the nightly “I fain would know, my gentle host,"

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“What God!” exclaim'd the first, “instils Or wealth redeem from foes my captive corse:

this fire ?

Or, if my destiny these last deny, Or, in itself a God, what great desire? If in the spoiler's power my ashes lie, * My labouring soul, with anxious thought Thy pious care may raise a simple tomb,

opprest,

To mark thy love, and signalize my doom. H.Abhors this station of inglorious rest: Why should thy doating wretched mother The love of fame with this can ill accord,

weep Be't mine to seek for glory with my sword. Her only boy, reclined in endless sleep? Seest thou yon camp, with torches twink- Who, for thy sake, the tempest's fury dared,

ling dim,

Who,for thy sake, war's deadly peril shared; A: Where drunken slumbers wrap each lazy Who braved what woman never braved limb ?

before, 19. Where confidence and ease the watch disdain, And left her native for the Latian shore."

And drowsy Silence holds her sable reign? In vain you damp the ardour of my soul,” » Then hear my thought :- In deep and sullen Replied Euryalus, “it scorns control;

grief,

Hence, let us haste,” – their brotherOur troops and leaders mourn their absent

guards arose, chief;

Roused by their call, nor court again repose; Now could the gifts and promised prize be The pair,buoy'd up on Hope's exulting wing,

thine

Their stations leave, and speed to seek the ispa (The deed, the danger,and the fame be mine);

king. * Were this decreed; — beneath yon rising Now, o'er the earth a solemn stillness ran,

mound,

And lull'd alike the cares of brute and man; Methinks,an easy path perchance were found, Save where the Dardan leaders nightly hold thatWhich past, I speed my way to Pallas'walls, Alternate converse, and their plans unfold;

And lead Æneas from Evander's halls." On one great point the council are agreed, Le With equal ardour fired, and warlike joy, An instant message to their prince decreed;

His glowing friend addressid the Dardan boy: Each lean'd upon the lance he well could “These deeds, my Nisus, shalt thou dare

wield, alone ?

And poised, with easy arm, his ancient shield; Must all the fame, the peril be thine own? When Nisus and his friend their leave request And I by thee despised, and left afar, To offer something to their high behest. As one unfit to share the toils of war? With anxious tremors, yet unawed by fear, Not thus his son the great Opheltes taught, The faithful pair before the throne appear; Not thus my sire in Argive combats fought; Iulus greets them; at his kind command, Not thus, when llion fell, by heavenly hate, The elder first address’d the hoary band. I track'd Æneas through the walls of fate; Thou knowst my deeds, my breast devoid

of fear,

“With patience," thus Hyrtacides began, And hostile life-drops dim my gory spear; “Attend, nor judge from youth, our humble Here is a soul with hope immortal burns

plan; And life, ignoble life, for Glory spurns; Where yonder beacons, half-expiring, beam, Fame, fame is cheaply earn'd by fleeting Our slambering foes of future conquest breath,

dream, The price of honour is the sleep of death.” Nor heed that we a secret path have traced, Then Nisus_“Calm thy bosom's fond alarms, Between the ocean and the portal placed : Thy heart beats fiercely to the din of arms; Beneath the covert of the blackening smoke, More dear thy worth and valour than my own, Whose shade securely our design will cloak. I swear by him who fills Olympus' throne ! If you, ye Chiefs, and Fortune will allow, So may I triumph, as I speak the truth, We'll bend our course to yonder mounAnd clasp again the comrade of my youth.

tain's brow; But should I fall, and he who dares advance Where Pallas' walls, at distance, meet the Through hostile legions must abide by

sight, chance ;

Seen o'er the glade, when not obscured by If some Rutulian arm, with adverse blow,

night; Should lay the friend who ever loved thee Then shall Æneas in his pride return,

low;

While hostile matrons raise their offsprings' Live thou, such beauties I would fain pre

urn,

And Latian spoils, and purpled heaps of dead, Thy badding years a lengthened term Shall mark the havoc of our hero's tread;

deserve;

Such is our purpose, not unknown the way, When humbled in the dust, let some one be, Where yonder torrent's devious waters stray: Whose gentle eyes will shed one tear for me; Oft have we seen, when hunting by the Whose manly arm may snatch me back by

stream, force,

The distant spires above the valleys gleam."

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Mature in years, for sober wisdom famed, Without thy aid no glory shall be mine
Moved by the speech, Alethes here exclaim'd: Without thy dear advice no great desig
“Ye parent Gods! who rule the fate of Troy, Alike, through life esteem'd, thon god-L
Still dwells the Dardan spirit in the boy;

boy,
When minds like these in striplings thus In war my bulwark, and in peace my jor'

ye

raise,
Yours is the god-like act, be yours the praise;
In gallant youth my fainting hopes revive, To him Euryalus: “No day shall shan
And Ilion's wonted glories still survive.” The rising glories, which from this I clair
Then, in his warm embrace, the boys he Fortune may favour or the skies may frunz

press'd,

But valour, spite of fate, obtains rengti And, quivering, strain'd them to his aged Yet, ere from hence our eager steps depar.

breast;

One boon I beg, the nearest to my heart: With tears the burning cheek of each be- My inother sprung from Priam's royal lin

dew'd.

Like thine ennobled, hardly less divine; And, sobbing, thus his first discourse re- Nor Troy, nor King Acestes realms restrat

new'd :

Her feeble age from dangers of the main ; “What gift, my countrymen, what martial Alone she came, all selfish fears above,

prize

A bright example of maternal love.
Can we bestow, which you may not despise ? Unknown, the secret enterprize I brave,
Our deities the first, best boon have given, Lest grief should bend my parent to the
Internal virtues are the gift of Heaven.

grave:
What poor rewards can bless your deeds From this alone no fond adieus I seek,

on earth,

No fainting mother's lips have press'd my
Doubtless, await such young exalted worth;

cheek ;
Æneas and Ascanius shall combine By gloomy Night, and thy right hand, I rov
To yield applause far, far surpassing mine." Her parting-tears would shake my purpose
Iulus then: “By all the powers above!
By thuse Penates who my country love; Do thou, my prince, her failing age sustain
By hoary Vesta's sacred fane, I swear,

In thee her much-loved child may live again
My hopes are all in you, ye generous pair! Her dying hours with pious conduct bless,
Restore my father to my grateful sight, Assist her wants, relieve her fond distress:
And all my sorrows yield to one delight. So dear a hope must all my soul inflame,
Nisus! two silver goblets are thine own, To rise in glory, or to fall in fame.
Saved from Arisba's stately domes o'er- Struck with a filial care, so deeply felt.

thrown;

In tears at once the Trojan warriors melt;
My sire secured them on that fatal day, Faster than all, lulus' eyes o'erflow;
Nor left such bowls an Argive robber's prey. Such love was his,and such had been his vee.
Two massy tripods also shall be thine, “All thou hast ask'd, receive,” the Prince
Two talents polish'd from the glittering

replied,
mine;

Nor this alone, but many a gift beside; An ancient cup which Tyrian Dido gave, To cheer thy mother's years shall be my aim, While yet our vessels press’d the Punic Creusa's style but wanting to the daine ;

Fortune an adverse wayward course may rua, But, when the hostile chiefs at length But bless'd thy mother in so dear a son.

bow down, Now, by my life, my Sire's most sacred oath, When great Æneas wears Hesperia's crown, To thee I pledge my full, my firmest troth, The casque, the buckler, and the fiery steed, All the rewards which once to thee were Which Turnus guides with more than

vow'd, mortal speed, If thou shouldst fall, on her shall be Are thine; no envious lot shall then be cast,

bestow'd." I pledge my word, irrevocably passid ; Thus spoke the weeping Prince, then forth Nay more, twelve slaves and twice six

to view captive dames, A gleaming falchion from the sheath he To soothe thy softer hours with amorous

drew; flames,

Lycaon's utmost skill had graced the steel, And all the realms which now the Latins For friends to envy and for foes to feel.

sway,

A tawny hide, the Moorish lion's spoil, The labours of to-night shall well repay.

Slain midst the forest, in the hunter's toil, But thou, my generous youth, whose tender Mnestheus.to guard the elder youth bestowi,

years

And old Alethes casque defends his brows; Are near my own, whose worth my heart Arın'd, thence they go, while all the as

sembled train, Henceforth , affection sweetly thus begun, To aid their cause, implore the gods in vain; Shall join our bosoms and our souls in one; More than a boy, in wisdom and in grace,

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