And the strong and fearless bear, in the trodden dust shall lie ; And the dolphin of the sea, and the mighty whale, shall die. And realms shall be desolved, and empires be no more, And they shall bow to death, who ruled from shore to shore ; And the great globe itself (so the holy writings tell), With the rolling firmament, where the starry armies dwell, Shall melt with fervent heat-they shall all pass away, Except the love of God, which shall live and last for ay. 16 FROM THE SPANISH OF PEDRO DE STAY, rivulet, nor haste to leave The lovely vale that lies around thee. When but a fount the morning found thee? Its rushing current from the swiftest. Each fountain's tribute hurries thee To that vast grave with quicker motion. In this green vale, these flowers to cherish, Than thus, a youthful Danube, perish. SONNET FROM THE PORTUGUESE OF SEMEDO It is a fearful night; a feeble glare Streams from the sick moon in the o'erclouded sky; Rush on the foamy beaches wild and bare; I turned, and saw my Laura, kind and bright, ΙΟ SONG FROM THE SPANISH OF IGLESIAS ALEXIS calls me cruel; The rifted crags that hold When even the very blossoms I would that I could utter My feelings without shame; ΙΟ Alas! to seize the moment If man come not to gather The roses where they stand, 20 THE COUNT OF GREIERS FROM THE GERMAN OF UHLAND AT morn the Count of Greiers before his castle stands; He sees afar the glory that lights the mountain lands; The hornèd crags are shining, and in the shade between A pleasant Alpine valley lies beautifully green. 6 Oh, greenest of the valleys, how shall I come to thee! Thy herdsmen and thy maidens, how happy must they be! I have gazed upon thee coldly, all lovely as thou art, But the wish to walk thy pastures now stirs my inmost heart.' He hears a sound of timbrels, and suddenly appear across; II The white sleeves flit and glimmer, the wreaths and ribands toss. The youngest of the maidens, slim as a spray of spring, She takes the young count's fingers, and draws him to the ring, They fling upon his forehead a crown of mountain flowers, And ho, young Count of Greiers! this morning thou art ours.' Then hand in hand departing, with dance and roundelay, Through hamlet after hamlet they lead the count away. They dance through wood and meadow, they dance across the linn, 19 Till the mighty Alpine summits have shut the music in. The second morn is risen, and now the third is come; Where stays the Count of Greiers? has he forgot his home? Again, the evening closes, in thick and sultry air; There's thunder on the mountains, the storm is gathering there. The cloud has shed its waters, the brook comes swollen down; You see it by the lightning—a river wide and brown. Around a struggling swimmer the eddies dash and roar, Till, seizing on a willow, he leaps upon the shore. Here am I cast by tempests far from your mountain dell, 30 Amid our evening dances the bursting deluge fell. out. 'Farewell, with thy glad dwellers, green vale among the rocks! Farewell the swift sweet moments in which I watched thy flocks! Why rocked they not my cradle in that delicious spot, That garden of the happy, where Heaven endures me not? Rose of the Alpine valley! I feel, in every vein, The soft touch on my fingers; oh, press them not again! Bewitch me not, ye garlands, to tread that upward track, And thou, my cheerless mansion, receive thy master back.' 40 THE SERENADE FROM THE SPANISH Ir slumber, sweet Lisena! Wake, in thy scorn and beauty, Here by thy door at midnight A tale of sorrow cherished Of wrong from love the flatterer, Twice, o'er this vale, the seasons The genial wind of May; Yet still my plaint is uttered, I saw, from this fair region, ΤΟ 20 |