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Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat,
STAR OF THE LEGION OF HONOUR.
From the French.
Souls of slain heroes formed thy cays;
Before thee rose, and with thee .grew,
A rainbow of the loveliest hue,
Of three bright colours, each divine,
And fit for that celestial sign;
For freedom's hand had blended them,
Like tints in an immortal gem.
One tint was of the sunbeam's dyes; .
One, the blue depth of Seraphs' eyes;
One, the pure Spirit's veil of white
Had robed in radiance of its light:
The three so mingled did beseem
The texture of a heavenly dream.
Star of the brave I thy ray is pale,
And freedom hallows with her tread
ON THE DEATH OF A WIFE.
Whoe'er, like me, with trembling anguish brings
Lord Palmerstoru DIRGE OF ALARIC, THE VISIGOTH,
Who stormed and spoiled the city of Rome, and was afterwards buried in the channel of the river Busentius, the water of which had been diverted from its course, that the body might be interred.
When I am dead, no pageant train
Nor worthless pomp of homage vain
For I will die as I did live,
Nor take the boon I cannot give.
Ye shall not raise a marble bust
Upon the spot where I repose;
In hollow circumstance of woes:
Ye shall not pile with servile toil