Which shall not fail, though poor men cleave with pride To the paternal floor; or turn aside, In the thronged city, from the walks of gain, As being all unworthy to detain A Soul by contemplation sanctified. Who to their Country's cause have bound a life Frewhile, by solemn consecration, given To labour and to prayer, to nature, and to heaven. From intricate cabals of treacherous friends. I, who on shipboard lived from earliest youth, Could represent the countenance horrible No- he was One whose memory ought to spread Where'er Permessus bears an honoured name, Of the vexed waters, and the indignant And live as long as its pure stream shall Availed not to my Vessel's overthrow. If more of my condition ye would know, V 1810. 1837 TRUE is it that Ambrosio Salinero Mounts to pellucid Hippocrene, but he flow. And, should the out-pourings of her eyes suffice not For her heart's grief, she will entreat Sebeto Not to withhold his bounteous aid, Sebeto Who saw thee, on his margin, yield to death, In the chaste arms of thy beloved Love! What profit riches? what does youth avail ! Dust are our hopes; - I, weeping bitterly, Penned these sad lines, nor can forbear to pray That every gentle Spirit hither led tears. VIII 1810. 1815 NOT without heavy grief of heart did He On whom the duty fell (for at that time The father sojourned in a distant land) Deposit in the hollow of this tomb A brother's Child, most tenderly beloved! FRANCESCO was the name the Youth had borne, POZZOBONNELLI his illustrious house; The eyes of all Savona streamed with tears. By genuine virtue he inspired a hope He promised comfort; and the flattering thoughts His friends had in their fondness entertained, He suffered not to languish or decay. Into a passionate lament? - O Soul ! once From thy mild manners quietly exhaled. IX 1810. 1815 PAUSE, courteous Spirit! - Balbi suppli cates That Thou, with no reluctant voice, for him Here laid in mortal darkness, wouldst prefer A prayer to the Redeemer of the world. This to the dead by sacred right belongs; All else is nothing. - Did occasion suit To tell his worth, the marble of this tomb Would ill suffice: for Plato's lore sublime, And all the wisdom of the Stagyrite, Twine near their loved Permessus. Himself above each lower thought uplifting, His ears he closed to listen to the songs LOVING she is, and tractable, though wild; And take delight in its activity; Is blithe society, who fills the air |