RESOLVES. You never knew how cruel kind as the caress you gave; You never meant to light a flame Should smoulder in my grave. From gentle studies, arts beloved, And Peace dissolves before my sight, And Duty cannot be. Oh! speak one word so kindly rude, So greatly stern and true, That I may kiss thy feet for shame, And rise, absolved and new. Then with some song of noblest worth I'll pay this truant rhyme, And stretch my stolen broidery to The boundless tasks of Time. STUDIES. SLOWLY roll the wheels of Science On the flowery ways of Love: Clogged with sweets, the cheated pedant Waits, forgetful of remove. Or like Icarus aspiring To the nearness of the sun; See, the waxen wings are melted, The ambitious race is run! Love has neither past nor future LATIN. HERE amid shadows, lovingly embracing, Dropt from above by apple-trees unfruitful, With a chance scholar, caught and held to help me, Read I in Horace; Lost in the figures, lawless in the metrum, Piecing the classic phrase with homespun English, Bridging doubtful meanings with such daring fictions As move his wonder. Dust lay condensed on the covers lexiconic, Very little progress since I saw your godship, Avè, sweet Horace, all thy wonder graces (Soul of perfection, with a change of rainbows) Less must delight me than thy fervent nature, Foremost in friendship. "We with one bound will pursue the silent journey: let one urn contain us!" Ibimus, ibimus, Which would survive, to choke Love's glowing embers With Life's gray ashes? Happy thy Mæcenas! happier thou to praise him, Twining thy best beauties round the brow thou lovest: Oh! to nobly name whom the deep heart doth worship Is a boon most holy. Yonder by the high-road, from the post-town leading, Cometh at seasons a worn and dusty carriage: Two white bony horses, rudely loricated, Drag it behind them. |