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On Idleness.
The silent vale , the sighing gale , In vain thebabling own ; The mountain ' s : > teep , all clad with sheep But teaches him to mourn . Along the flood , or waving wood , Or by the silent d-ep ; The waving boughs , the flood that Sows , But teaches him to weep .
He ' s sighing and lying , His listless time to pass ; All tasteless , and restless , Upon the verdant grass . In vain he swears against his peers , And flouts the bustling crowd ; To hear him rail , it makes them smile , That he can laugh so loud .
His laugh is fore'd , and that's the worst ; His heart—that ' s like to burst ; No hope has he , an end to see Of his long life accurst . Meand ' ring and wand'ring , In vain for bliss he roves , In idleness and laziness , Among the shady groves .,
Oft in his gloom he sees his doom , Ofi to himself he saith , ' Since death's the end , let's pur lives spend Our comfort is in death . ' Y ' et he is blest , his life ' s a feast , Who can employ the mind : Supremely starr'd the happy Bard , . Who idleness can find . Aloit ' ring , ' connoit'ring The ways of nature ' s lore ; Enraptur'd and captur'd , On Fancy ' s wings to soar .
Gogar And Dulach.
GOGAR AND DULACH .
FROM THE NORSE . BY THE SAME . - LET Ruin ' s riotblastfn ! hurl'd , Her direst pennons be unfurl'd ; On ev ' ry shore , weep infants gone , And riot ruthless round the world .
Goga . hear thy widow ' s pray'r , Around thy tomb I streAvmy hair ; Gogar sleeps , Dulach weeps , And life is till an irksome care . Those chiefs who grace thy grizzly tomb , Look horrid in the moras ? gloom . On barbed steed , of Scythian breed;—They fell , tojoin thee in thy doom .
Ye hear the rustling tempests roar , The winter snows ye ' ve often bore , Round Gogar ' stomb , in dreary gloom , Upon the horrid Scythian shore . How oft t ^ e clanking anvil ' s stroke T ' -iedrowzyearof night awoke , When Gogar bad to Avar and blood , - Atod thro' great CYRUS' ranks had broke That blade that by his side once hung , On Egypt's helm has often rung ,
Gogar And Dulach.
That temper'd blade for Cyrus made , While fates around the anvil sung : That twanging bow which oft he drew , O ' ertook the Tartar as he flew , In midnight herb was dipt the barb , Which on the banks of Borah gveAV , But Gogar now sleeps cold in death , Yon sacred oaken boughs beneath ; Where Dulach sleeps , wh _ re Dulach weeps ht drawher breath
In dews oi midnig s . Hark ! methinks the solemn sound Breaks slowly from the chilly ground , And bids me come and cheer the gloom . And dress my Gogar's bleeding wound . I come , great Gogar , to thy bed , No more vain tears o ' er thee I'll shed ; Each dewy morn I rose forlorn , But now by thee I'll lay my head .
Adam And Ellen. *
ADAM AND ELLEN . *
I WISH I were-Avhere Ellen lies ! Night and day on me she cries To bear her company . Ol would that in her darksome bed My weary frame to rest were laid , From love and anguish free ! ' I hear , I hear the welcome sound Break slowly from the trembling ground , '
That evercallson me . 0 , blessed virgin , could my poAver Vie Avith my wish , this very hour I'd sleep death's sleep with thee . ' A lover ' s sigh , a lover ' s tear , At ' endet ! on thy timeless bier—What more can Fate require ? I hearI hear the welcome
sound—, 3 c _ , / will seek tbe sacred ground , And on thy grave empire . ' The tvorm now tastes that rosy mouth Where glow'd , short time , the smiles of And in my heart's dear home [ youth ; Her snowy bosom loves to lie . ' I hear , I hear ihe welcome cry- — I come , fny love , 1 come .
' O , life , begone ! thy irksome scene Can bring ho comfort to my pain- — Thy scenes my pain recall . My joy is grief , my life is dead , Since she for whom I liv'd is fled— - My love , my hope , my all .
' Take , take me to thy lowly side , Of my lost youth thou only bride , O , me to thy tomb ! I hear , I hear the welcome sound— - Yes , life can flee at sorrow * s wound . I come , I come , I come . "
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On Idleness.
The silent vale , the sighing gale , In vain thebabling own ; The mountain ' s : > teep , all clad with sheep But teaches him to mourn . Along the flood , or waving wood , Or by the silent d-ep ; The waving boughs , the flood that Sows , But teaches him to weep .
He ' s sighing and lying , His listless time to pass ; All tasteless , and restless , Upon the verdant grass . In vain he swears against his peers , And flouts the bustling crowd ; To hear him rail , it makes them smile , That he can laugh so loud .
His laugh is fore'd , and that's the worst ; His heart—that ' s like to burst ; No hope has he , an end to see Of his long life accurst . Meand ' ring and wand'ring , In vain for bliss he roves , In idleness and laziness , Among the shady groves .,
Oft in his gloom he sees his doom , Ofi to himself he saith , ' Since death's the end , let's pur lives spend Our comfort is in death . ' Y ' et he is blest , his life ' s a feast , Who can employ the mind : Supremely starr'd the happy Bard , . Who idleness can find . Aloit ' ring , ' connoit'ring The ways of nature ' s lore ; Enraptur'd and captur'd , On Fancy ' s wings to soar .
Gogar And Dulach.
GOGAR AND DULACH .
FROM THE NORSE . BY THE SAME . - LET Ruin ' s riotblastfn ! hurl'd , Her direst pennons be unfurl'd ; On ev ' ry shore , weep infants gone , And riot ruthless round the world .
Goga . hear thy widow ' s pray'r , Around thy tomb I streAvmy hair ; Gogar sleeps , Dulach weeps , And life is till an irksome care . Those chiefs who grace thy grizzly tomb , Look horrid in the moras ? gloom . On barbed steed , of Scythian breed;—They fell , tojoin thee in thy doom .
Ye hear the rustling tempests roar , The winter snows ye ' ve often bore , Round Gogar ' stomb , in dreary gloom , Upon the horrid Scythian shore . How oft t ^ e clanking anvil ' s stroke T ' -iedrowzyearof night awoke , When Gogar bad to Avar and blood , - Atod thro' great CYRUS' ranks had broke That blade that by his side once hung , On Egypt's helm has often rung ,
Gogar And Dulach.
That temper'd blade for Cyrus made , While fates around the anvil sung : That twanging bow which oft he drew , O ' ertook the Tartar as he flew , In midnight herb was dipt the barb , Which on the banks of Borah gveAV , But Gogar now sleeps cold in death , Yon sacred oaken boughs beneath ; Where Dulach sleeps , wh _ re Dulach weeps ht drawher breath
In dews oi midnig s . Hark ! methinks the solemn sound Breaks slowly from the chilly ground , And bids me come and cheer the gloom . And dress my Gogar's bleeding wound . I come , great Gogar , to thy bed , No more vain tears o ' er thee I'll shed ; Each dewy morn I rose forlorn , But now by thee I'll lay my head .
Adam And Ellen. *
ADAM AND ELLEN . *
I WISH I were-Avhere Ellen lies ! Night and day on me she cries To bear her company . Ol would that in her darksome bed My weary frame to rest were laid , From love and anguish free ! ' I hear , I hear the welcome sound Break slowly from the trembling ground , '
That evercallson me . 0 , blessed virgin , could my poAver Vie Avith my wish , this very hour I'd sleep death's sleep with thee . ' A lover ' s sigh , a lover ' s tear , At ' endet ! on thy timeless bier—What more can Fate require ? I hearI hear the welcome
sound—, 3 c _ , / will seek tbe sacred ground , And on thy grave empire . ' The tvorm now tastes that rosy mouth Where glow'd , short time , the smiles of And in my heart's dear home [ youth ; Her snowy bosom loves to lie . ' I hear , I hear ihe welcome cry- — I come , fny love , 1 come .
' O , life , begone ! thy irksome scene Can bring ho comfort to my pain- — Thy scenes my pain recall . My joy is grief , my life is dead , Since she for whom I liv'd is fled— - My love , my hope , my all .
' Take , take me to thy lowly side , Of my lost youth thou only bride , O , me to thy tomb ! I hear , I hear the welcome sound— - Yes , life can flee at sorrow * s wound . I come , I come , I come . "