Thy days are done, thy fame begun;
Thy country’s strains record
The triumphs of her chosen Son,
The slaughter of his sword!
The deeds he did, the fields he wo

In thee I fondly hoped to clasp
A friend whom death alone could se
Till envy, with malignant grasp,
Detach’d thee from my breast for e
True, she has forced thee from my

‘I cannot but remember such things
And were most dear to me.’
WHEN slow Disease, with all her
Chills the warm, tide which flows
When Health, affrighted, spreads

If from great nature’s or our own
Of thought we could but snatch a c
Perhaps mankind might find the pat
But then 'twould spoil much good p
One system eats another up, and th

Star of the brave!—whose beam hath
Such glory o’er the quick and dead
Thou radiant and adored deceit!
Which millions rush’d in arms to g
Wild meteor of immortal birth;

Ah! gentle, fleeting, wav’ring spr
Friend and associate of this clay!
To what unknown region borne,
Wilt thou now wing thy distant fli
No more with wonted humour gay,

The roses of Love glad the garden
Though nurtur’d 'mid weeds droppin
Till Time crops the leaves with u
Or prunes them for ever, in Love’
In vain, with endearments, we soot

Fill the goblet again! for I neve
Felt the glow which now gladdens m
Let us drink!—who would not?—since
In the goblet alone no deception i
I have tried in its turn all that

Great Jove, to whose almighty thr
Both gods and mortals homage pay,
Ne’er may my soul thy power disown
Thy dread behests ne’er disobey.
Oft shall the sacred victim fall

Without a stone to mark the spot,
And say, what Truth might well ha
By all, save one, perchance forgot
Ah! wherefore art thou lowly laid?
By many a shore and many a sea