Oft have I sung and mourned
Saved from the perils of the stormy
Beside the streams of Babylon,
There blooms a plant, whose gaze,
Amidst the bitter tears that fell

Metastasio. Filicaja. Pastorini. Lope de Vega. Manuel.

Della Casa.

Bentivoglio.

Metastasio.

Quevedo.

He who proclaims that Love is lightWaves of Mondego! brilliant and Where shall I find some desert Exempt from every grief, 't was No searching eye can pierce the veil In tears, the heart oppressed with. Italia! thou, by lavish Nature graced If thus thy fallen grandeur I behold Let the vain courtier waste his days Pause not with lingering foot, These marble domes, by wealth The sainted spirit, which from bliss He shall not dread Misfortune's The torrent wave, that breaks . Sweet rose! whose tender foliage Fortune! why thus, whate'er my Wouldst thou to Love of danger Unbending 'midst the wintry skies Oh! those alone, whose severed Ah! cease-those fruitless tears Amidst these scenes, O pilgrim, Juan de Tarsis. Thou, who hast fled from life's. Torquato Tasso. Thou, in thy morn wert like Bernardo Tasso. This green recess, where through

Petrarch.

Bembo.

Lorenzini.

Gessner.

Thou that wouldst mark, in form If to the sighing breeze of summer Thou, the stern monarch of dismay Sylph of the breeze! whose dewy Hail! morning sun, thus early (German Song.) Listen, fair maid, my song shall tell

MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

Belshazzar's Feast,

297

ib.