English

Give the Warrior Chief his due,
Him who, to his country true,
Boldly, at her summons, flew,
Fired with gallantry!
Him who met the foe in fight,
And with death-fires lit the night,
Till his valor turned in flight
Britain's chivalry.

Crown him with the laurel wreath,
Hail him with the clarion's breath,
Him who, in the face of death,
Battled fearlessly.
Let the bard a chaplet twine,
Deathless gift of song divine,
And the hero's name will shine
Through eternity.

I

Where she fell swearing hand to side
The old tramp woman lies.
For every black year of her life
A raven flies.
And the gaunt ungainly procession
Flaps over the skies.

II

Look up, O living passer by,
And see the white clouds in the sky:
Look round on this dear valley land
With Meavy Church on thy right hand,
And in thy mercy shed a tear
For the blind thing buried here.

The great Iebovah who did e'rst create
Heaven, earth, and all, and all doth gubernate,
Ever He help you ward the Host , within
Of honour'd graces, that the world hath seen
Plac't in the Cabinet of your true heart:
He help you ward them, be teach you the art,
Into your heart who did the grace instill,
Lively your heart with new supplies to fill.
Vertue will so a ward most sure make you,
Saving your Countrey, as a Peere most true.

He help you ward the Host , if need there be,
Of armed Souldiers, and that destiny

Between dusk and dawn the weather is constantly changing,
Bathing mountain and lake alike in radiant sunlight
This radiant sunlight filled me with such joy,
That lost in delight I quite forgot to go home.
When I left my valley the day had scarcely broken,
When I stepped into my boat the light was growing dim
Forest and gorge were veiled in somber colors,
The sunset clouds mingled with evening haze
Gay panoply of water-chestnut, lotus,
Rushes and cattails growing side by side,
I swept them aside with my hands as I hastened southward.

Choyce Peece of worth, your noblenesse doth show,
Hard'tis to search out sinne with awfull brow,
And ne'rethelesse a low mind to retain,
Rightly he commeth of a noble strain,
Labouring as he 's set above on high,
Ev'n to on sinne to have a watchfull eye;
Searching it our, lest that it should increase,

Having withall an humble Lowlines :
Oh Hard is this to search , and yet be Low !
Well, natheles your honour'd self doth so:
Arm'd so against sinne, with a search so pure,
Rightly iniquity cannot endure.

I read in Dante how that horned light,
Which hid Ulysses, waved itself and said:
" Following the sun, we set our vessel's head
To the great main; pass'd Seville on the right.

" And Ceuta on the left; then southward sped.
At last in air, far off, dim rose a Height.
We cheer'd; but from it rush'd a blast of might,
And struck — and o'er us the sea-waters spread."

I dropp'd the book, and of my child I thought
In his long black ship speeding night and day
O'er those same seas; dark Teneriffe rose, fraught.

To daily tasks we set our hand,
And oft the spirit, pent at home,
Breaks out and longs for Switzerland,
Longs oftener yet and pines for Rome.

I pass'd to-day o'er Walton Heath —
The coming spring-time's earliest stir
Quickened and moved, a happy breath,
In moss, and gorse, and shining fir.

Fortunate firs! who never think
How firs less curst by Fortune's frown
O'er Glion fringe the mountain's brink,
Or dot the slopes to Vevey down.

I cross'd St. George's Hill to-day —

( From Schiller )

Where I am, thou ask'st, and where I wended
When my fleeting shadow pass'd from thee? —
Am I not concluded now, and ended?
Have not life and love been granted me?

Ask, where now those nightingales are singing,
Who, of late, on the soft nights of May,
Set thine ears with soul-fraught music ringing —
Only, while their love liv'd, lasted they.

From danger must that prudent heart be free,
Rightly that them beforehand will foresee,
A wise man sees the plague before it come,
Not to be hurt thereby, the same will shun:
Chiefly intending how to go aside
In wisdom, from the trap his foes do hide:
So Shipmen, as they passe upon the Seas.

Regard, and so avoide the Rocks with ease
Vanity 'tis to fall into the pit,
So by that means to get quite out of it.
Such one tight honour'd Lord, you are not, for
Ever the Rocks of danger you abbor.

1

My friends appreciate my way of life,
And bearing wine pots all together come;
We clear the weeds to sit beneath the pine,
With several cups of wine we drunk become
When all the elders midst confusion speak,
And drinking is from all conventions freed;
We do not know if we ourselves exist,
And pay to the material world no heed
In carefree drinking thus ourselves forget,
For in the wine a deeper truth is set.

2

There lived a scholar who was fond of wine,
But since he had no money could not buy;