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Ode on Solitude.
Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound;
In his own ground.
Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire;
In winter fire.
Blest, who can unconcern'dly find
Hours, days, and years slide soft away, In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day,
Sound sleep by night; study and ease
Together mixt; sweet recreation; And innocence, which most doth please,
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown,
Thus unlamented let me die,
Tell where I lie.
Grabschrift des Silvius.
Hier lieget Silvius, der nichts umsonst gethan:
Gratulor, qvi spes modicas avito
Arva cui donant Cererem, gregesqve
Huic bene est, cui non fugit inqvieto
Qvi capit somnos, vigilatqve laetus :
Sic ego obscurus procul urbe vivam;
T. S. E.
Epitaphium Hyperphronis. Hic situs est, qvi nil temere unqvam fecit, Hyperphron : Advena, qvom temere haec sunt tibi lecta, dolet.
To Mary in Heaven.
Thou lingering star, with less’ning ray
That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usherest in the day
My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary, dear departed shade !
Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ?
Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ?
That sacred hour can I forget,
Can I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met,
To live one day of parting love? Eternity will not efface
Those records dear of transports past; Thy image at our last embrace –
Ah, little thought we 'twas our last!
Ayr gurgling kiss'd his pebbled shore,
O'erhung with wild woods thick’ning green; The fragrant birch and hawthorn hoar
Twined amorous round the raptured scene; The flowers sprang wanton to be prest, The birds
love on every spray; Till too, too soon, the glowing west
Proclaim'd the speed of winged day.
Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes,
And fondly broods with miser care; Time but the impression deeper makes,
As streams their channels deeper wear.
Ad Umbram Mariae.
Stella recedentem iam iamqve minutior orbem
Obvia luciferis una morata rotis,
Qva fuit e nostro rapta Maria sinu.
Illa domus, felix qva reqviescis, ubi est ? Contemplaris humi prostratum in pulvere, et audis
Qvanto se gemitu torqueat intus amans?
Mene sacri fas est oblivia temporis unqvam
Ducere, mene sacrum non meminisse nemus, Qva patriae propter flexus convenimus undae,
Extremumqve diem mutuus egit amor?
Nec mihi deliciae praeteriere meae.
Ultima, nec nobis ultima visa, dabas.
Lympha susurrantes riparum amplexa lapillos
Fronde superfusis ibat opaca vadis ; Spinaque cana vagos miscebat odoraqve flexus
Betula per laetum, par geniale, locum. Germina surgebant tangi poscentia ; nec qui
Ramus amorem avium non resonaret, erat : Dum rubet Hesperia caelum de parte, diemqve
Heu nimis admissa nuntiat ire rota.
Illis deliciis etiamnum laetor, et illis
Inmoror, occultas inter avarus opes.
Altior ire latex tempore qvalis amat.
My Mary, dear departed shade!
Where is thy place of blissful rest?
Fals. Embowelled! If thou embowel me to-day, I'll give you leave to powder me, and eat me too, to-morrow. 'Sblood, 'twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid me scot and lot too. Counterfeit? I lie; I am no counterfeit. To die is to be a counterfeit; for he is but the counterfeit of a man who hath not the life of a man; but to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of life indeed. The better part of valour is-discretion, in the which better part I have saved my life. Zounds, I am afraid of this gunpowder Percy, though he be dead. How, if he should counterfeit too, and rise? I am afraid he would prove the better counterfeit. Therefore I'll make him sure; yea, and I'll swear killed him. Why may not he rise as well as I ? Nothing confutes me but eyes, and nobody sees me, Therefore, sirrah (stabbing him), with a new wound in your thigh, come you along with me.