QUAS HUMILIS TENERO STYLUS OLIM EFFUDIT IN EVO, ILLE PUER PUERO FECIT MIHI CUSPIDE VULNUS. VIVENDOQUE SIMUL MORIMUR, RAPIMURQUE MANENDO. FRONS ALIA EST, MORESQUE ALII, NOVA MENTIS IMAGO, PECTORE NUNC GELIDO CALIDOS MISEREMUR AMANTES, A JAMQUE ARSISSE PUDET. VETERES TRANQUILLA TUMULTUS MENS HORRET RELEGENSQUE ALIUM PUTAT ISTA LOCUTUM. PETRARCH. LOVE. ALL. thoughts, all passions, all delights, Oft in my waking dreams do I The Moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve! She leant against the armed man, Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope! my joy! my Genevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I play'd a soft and doleful air, She listen'd with a flitting blush, I told her of the Knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand; And that for ten long years he woo'd The Lady of the Land. I told her how he pined; and ah! The deep, the low, the pleading tone With which I sang another's love, Interpreted my own. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes, and modest grace; And she forgave me, that I gazed Too fondly on her face! But when I told the cruel scorn That craz'd that bold and lovely Knight, And that he cross'd the mountain-woods, Nor rested day nor night; That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and look'd him in the face This miserable Knight! And that unknowing what he did, And how she wept, and claspt his knees; And how she tended him in vain And ever strove to expiate The scorn that crazed his brain. And that she nursed him in a cave; His dying words-but when I reach'd All impulses of soul and sense The rich and balmy eve; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, Subdued and cherish'd long! |