6. As on the shipwrecked mariner The weltering wave's descent The wave, o'er which, a moment since, And bent in vain, his eager eye; So on that stricken head Came whelming down the mighty Past. How often did his pen Essay to tell the wondrous tale For after times and men, And o'er the lines that could not die His hand lay dead. 7. How often, as the listless day In silence died away, He stood with lightning eye deprest, And bygone years, in rushing train, The breezy tents he seemed to see, Th' ecstatic word. 8. Ahi! forse a tanto strazio E l'avviò su i floridi Ai campi eterni, al premio Che i desiderii avanza, Ov' è silenzio e tenebre La gloria che passò. 9. Bella, immortal, benefica Al disonor del Golgota Tu dalle stanche ceneri Sulla deserta coltrice Accanto a lui posò. 8. Haply, by that wild struggle riven In cold despair; but help from Heaven And raised him up, and pitying bare Into a genial air, And oared him on the flowery ways Of Hope, and bade aspire To those blest plains, and to the prize Where darkly sinks in silence down Earth's brief renown. 9. O fair, O deathless, O benign, From his outwearied ashes warn The God, that gives or eases pain, On that lone couch, in that dark day, Beside him lay. 1861. Der Graf von Habsburg. Zu Aachen, in seiner Kaiserpracht, Beym festlichen Krönungsmahle. Die Speisen trug der Pfalzgraf des Rheins, Wie der Sterne Chor um die Sonne sich stellt, Und rings erfüllte den hohen Balkon Das Volk in freud'gem Gedränge ;) Laut mischte sich in der Posaunen Ton Das jauchzende Rufen der Menge; Denn geendigt nach langem verderblichen Streit War die kaiserlose, die schreckliche Zeit; Und ein Richter war wieder auf Erden. Nicht blind mehr waltet der eiserne Speer, Des Mächtigen Beute zu werden. The Count of Hapsburgh. THE ancient hall of Aix was bright; Each his high function following, Like the planets round the sun. The people, in their joyous throng, With acclamations loud; The kingless time is brought to close, The desperate struggle to repose, Earth has a Judge again to-day; No more prevails the iron spear, To be the mighty's prey. N |