For if I thought with heedless tread My step profaned their lowly bed, My breath came gaspingly and thick, And my crush'd heart fell blind and sick. XII. I made a footing in the wall, It was not therefrom to escape, For I had buried one and all 315 Once more, upon the mountains high, 330 XIII. I saw them, and they were the same, They were not changed like me in frame; On high-their wide long lake below, 335 I heard the torrents leap and gush A small green isle, it seem'd no more, Scarce broader than my dungeon floor, But in it there was three tall trees, 345 And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, The eagle rode the rising blast, And then new tears came in my eye, 355 360 Closing o'er one we sought to save,— And yet my glance, too much opprest, XIV. It might be months, or years, or days, 365 I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote; At last men came to set me free; I ask'd not why, and reck'd not where ; 370 It was at length the same to me, Fetter'd or fetterless to be, I learn'd to love despair. And thus when they appear'd at last, And all my bonds aside were cast, 375 380 And watch'd them in their sullen trade, Had seen the mice by moonlight play, And why should I feel less than they? We were all inmates of one place, And I, the monarch of each race, Had power to kill—yet, strange to tell! LORD BYRON. 385 390 FABLE. THE LION AND THE CUB. How fond are men of rule and place, But from superior merit fly. They love the cellar's vulgar joke, And lose their hours in ale and smoke. 5 Nay, even with fools whole nights will sit, He caught their manners, looks, and airs; 20 If e'er his highness meant a joke, Elate with flatt'ry and conceit, 25 Forward, and fond to show his parts, "Puppy, that cursed vociferation "Why so severe?" the cub replies; All fools are vain, when fools admire! But know what stupid asses prize, 30 35 HUMAN PRIDE. How weak, how vain is human pride! What's beauty? Call ye that your own? GAY. 5 10 Alike the laws of life take place Through every branch of human race, The monarch of long regal line 15 Was raised from dust as frail as mine. Can he pour health into his veins, 20 Can he (how vain is mortal power!) Consider, man ; weigh well thy frame; Dust forms us all. Each breathes his day, Then sinks into his native clay. GAY. 25 GOOD IN EVIL. IN thorny thickets blow the sweetest roses, Lilies in damp woods droop their snow-white bells, The yellow primrose 'neath the briar reposes, The purest water springs from deepest wells. From common clay are form'd the fairest vessels, 5 ΙΟ The scarlet sea-weeds wave their trembling tresses And so from out the gloom and smoke of cities, 15 In stifling courts the steadfast love of woman Maketh oftimes the house of toil seem bright; And princely hearts that beat 'neath garments common, In midst of wrong are ruled by truth and right. 20 Not men of high degree alone in story, In nations' hearts and histories are enshrined; The poor and humble have their meed of glory, And wreaths of honour poor men's foreheads bind. GREVILLE JOHN CHESTER. |