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one in whose gentle bosom I
could pour my secret heart of woes, like the care-burthen'd honey-fly
that hides his murmurs in the rose, -
so indefeasible might be,
hers could not stay, for sympathy.
LAS! alas! thou turn'st in vain
thy beauteous face away,
above its power to lay.
but here doth firmly rest;
to revel in my breast.
than his on me should be?
to that he owns from me.
his shadow in thy sight;
and gloomy realms of Pluto's rule
a myriad-floating hum.
that melody of sound:
it is Elysian ground.
To mortals, who on earth fulfil
are given these happy glades;
may dwell, etherial shades.
228 There is no bound of time or place;
each spirit moves in endless space
advancing as he wills:
the tender bosom thrills.
And memory is unmixed with pain,
of joys they left behind;
in golden dream they find.
The pilgrim oft by whispering trees
and laid his burden down;
the field with plenty crown. 229
The warrior-chief in soft repose
and martial sounds begin
and dreadful battle-din.
The lover, whom untimely fate
expects the destined hour,
with love's immortal dower.
Meanwhile in many a vision kind
and for her brow he weaves
Translated from SCHILLER
OME take a woodland walk with me,
and mark the rugged old Oak Tree,
A HYMN TO THE LARES
to worship ye, the Lares,
TO THE LADY MARGARET, COUNTESS OF ";
and rear'd the dwelling of his thoughts so strong, as neither fear nor hope can shake the frame of his resolved powers; nor all the wind of vanity or malice pierce to wrong his settled peace, or to disturb the same: what a fair seat hath he, from whence he may the boundless wastes and wilds of man survey! And with how free an eye doth he look down upon these lower regions of turmoil, where all the storms of passions mainly beat on flesh and blood : where honour, power, renown, are only gay afflictions, golden toil; where greatness stands upon as feeble feet, as frailty doth ; and only great doth seem to little minds, who do it so esteem.
He is not moved with all the thunder-cracks of tyrants' threats, or with the surly brow of power, that proudly sits on others' crimes ; charged with more crying sins than those he checks. The storms of sad confusion, that may grow up in the present for the coming times, appal not him ; that hath no side at all, but of himself, and knows the worst can fall. And whilst distraught Ambition compasses and is encompassed ; whilst as craft deceives, and is deceived: whilst man doth ransack man, and builds on blood, and rises by distress; and th' inheritance of desolation leaves to great-expecting hopes : he looks thereon, as from the shore of peace, with unwet eye, and bears no venture in impiety.
'HERE is a calm for those who weep;
a rest for weary pilgrims found, they softly lie and sweetly sleep
low in the ground.
The storm that wrecks the winter sky
that shuts the rose.
low in the ground,
PROOF AGAINST FORTUNE
FORTUNE, that with malicious joy
does man her slave oppress,
is seldom pleased to bless :
and shakes the wings and will not stay,
I puff the prostitute away; the little or the much she gave is quietly resigned: content with poverty my soul I arm, and virtue, though. in rags, will keep me warm.
What is't to me,
if storms arise, and clouds grow black;
if the mast split and threaten wreck ?
for his ill-gotten gain;
his wealth into the main.