IV. 4. DESTINED to war from very infancy In Malta the white symbol of the Cross. How fleeting and how frail is human life. V. 5. Nor without heavy grief of heart did He, A Brother's Child, most tenderly beloved! And, when beneath this stone the Corse was laid, : Had scarcely flowered and at this early time, That greatly cheered his Country: to his Kin *In justice to the Author, I subjoin the original. Non lasciava languire i bei pensieri. Now is there not good reason to break forth Short while a Pilgrim in our nether world, Of that delightful fragrance which was once, From thy mild manners, quietly exhaled. VI. 6. PAUSE, courteous Spirit! Balbi supplicates To tell his worth, the marble of this tomb Enriched and beautified his studious mind: As with a chosen Friend, nor did he leave Those laureat wreaths ungathered which the Nymphs Twine on the top of Pindus. Finally, Himself above each lower thought uplifting, His ears he closed to listen to the Song VII. LINES Composed at Grasmere, during, a walk, one Evening, after a stormy day, the Author having just read in a Newspaper that the dissolution of Mr. Fox was hourly expected. LOUD is the Vale! the Voice is up With which she speaks when storms are gone, Of all her Voices, One! Loud is the Vale ; · this inland Depth In peace is roaring like the Sea; Yon Star upon the mountain-top Is listening quietly. Sad was I, even to pain deprest, The Comforter hath found me here, And many thousands now are sad For he must die who is their stay, * Importuna e grave salma. MICHAEL ANGELO. |