The canvas rattled on the mastAs rose the swelling sail,And gallantly the vessel pastBefore the cheering gale;And on my First Sir Florice stood,As the far shore faded now,And looked upon the lengthening floodWith a pale and pensive brow:—“When I shall bear thy silken gloveWhere the proudest Moslem flee,My lady love, my lady love,—O waste one thought on me!”Sir Florice lay in a dungeon cellWith none to soothe or save,And high above his chamber fellThe echo of the wave;But still he struck my Second there,And bade its tones renewThese hours when every hue was fairAnd every hope was true:—“If still your angel footsteps moveWhere mine may never be,My lady love, my lady love,O dream one dream of me!”Not long the Christian captive pined!My Whole was round his neck;A sadder necklace ne’er was twinedSo white a skin to deck:Queen Folly ne’er was yet contentWith gems or golden store,But he who wears this ornamentWill rarely sigh for more:—“My spirit to the Heaven above,My body to the sea,My heart to thee, my lady love,—O weep one tear for me!”
The canvas rattled on the mastAs rose the swelling sail,And gallantly the vessel pastBefore the cheering gale;And on my First Sir Florice stood,As the far shore faded now,And looked upon the lengthening floodWith a pale and pensive brow:—“When I shall bear thy silken gloveWhere the proudest Moslem flee,My lady love, my lady love,—O waste one thought on me!”Sir Florice lay in a dungeon cellWith none to soothe or save,And high above his chamber fellThe echo of the wave;But still he struck my Second there,And bade its tones renewThese hours when every hue was fairAnd every hope was true:—“If still your angel footsteps moveWhere mine may never be,My lady love, my lady love,O dream one dream of me!”Not long the Christian captive pined!My Whole was round his neck;A sadder necklace ne’er was twinedSo white a skin to deck:Queen Folly ne’er was yet contentWith gems or golden store,But he who wears this ornamentWill rarely sigh for more:—“My spirit to the Heaven above,My body to the sea,My heart to thee, my lady love,—O weep one tear for me!”
The canvas rattled on the mastAs rose the swelling sail,And gallantly the vessel pastBefore the cheering gale;And on my First Sir Florice stood,As the far shore faded now,And looked upon the lengthening floodWith a pale and pensive brow:—“When I shall bear thy silken gloveWhere the proudest Moslem flee,My lady love, my lady love,—O waste one thought on me!”
Sir Florice lay in a dungeon cellWith none to soothe or save,And high above his chamber fellThe echo of the wave;But still he struck my Second there,And bade its tones renewThese hours when every hue was fairAnd every hope was true:—“If still your angel footsteps moveWhere mine may never be,My lady love, my lady love,O dream one dream of me!”
Not long the Christian captive pined!My Whole was round his neck;A sadder necklace ne’er was twinedSo white a skin to deck:Queen Folly ne’er was yet contentWith gems or golden store,But he who wears this ornamentWill rarely sigh for more:—“My spirit to the Heaven above,My body to the sea,My heart to thee, my lady love,—O weep one tear for me!”
Row on, row on!—The First may lightMy shallop o’er the wave to-night,But she will hide in a little whileThe lustre of her silent smile;For fickle she is, and changeful still,As a madman’s wish, or a woman’s will.Row on, row on!—The Second is highIn my own bright lady’s balcony;And she beside it, pale and mute,Untold her beads, untouched her lute,Is wondering why her lover’s skiffSo slowly glides to the lonely cliff.Row on, row on!—When the Whole is fled,The song will be hushed and the rapture dead,And I must go in my grief againTo the toils of day and the haunts of men,—To a future of fear and a present of care,And Memory’s dream of the things that were.
Row on, row on!—The First may lightMy shallop o’er the wave to-night,But she will hide in a little whileThe lustre of her silent smile;For fickle she is, and changeful still,As a madman’s wish, or a woman’s will.Row on, row on!—The Second is highIn my own bright lady’s balcony;And she beside it, pale and mute,Untold her beads, untouched her lute,Is wondering why her lover’s skiffSo slowly glides to the lonely cliff.Row on, row on!—When the Whole is fled,The song will be hushed and the rapture dead,And I must go in my grief againTo the toils of day and the haunts of men,—To a future of fear and a present of care,And Memory’s dream of the things that were.
Row on, row on!—The First may lightMy shallop o’er the wave to-night,But she will hide in a little whileThe lustre of her silent smile;For fickle she is, and changeful still,As a madman’s wish, or a woman’s will.
Row on, row on!—The Second is highIn my own bright lady’s balcony;And she beside it, pale and mute,Untold her beads, untouched her lute,Is wondering why her lover’s skiffSo slowly glides to the lonely cliff.
Row on, row on!—When the Whole is fled,The song will be hushed and the rapture dead,And I must go in my grief againTo the toils of day and the haunts of men,—To a future of fear and a present of care,And Memory’s dream of the things that were.
I graced Don Pedro’s revelryAll drest in fur and feather,When Loveliness and ChivalryWere met to feast together;He flung the slave who moved the lidA purse of maravedis,—And this that gallant Spaniard didFor me, and for the Ladies.He vowed a vow, that noble knight,Before he went to table,To make his only sport the fight,His only couch the stable,Till he had dragged, as he was bid,Five score of Turks to Cadiz,—And this that gallant Spaniard did,For me, and for the Ladies.To ride through mountains, where my FirstA banquet would be reckoned,—Through deserts where to quench their thirst,Men vainly turn my Second;—To leave the gates of fair Madrid,To dare the gate of Hades,—And this that gallant Spaniard did,For me and for the Ladies.
I graced Don Pedro’s revelryAll drest in fur and feather,When Loveliness and ChivalryWere met to feast together;He flung the slave who moved the lidA purse of maravedis,—And this that gallant Spaniard didFor me, and for the Ladies.He vowed a vow, that noble knight,Before he went to table,To make his only sport the fight,His only couch the stable,Till he had dragged, as he was bid,Five score of Turks to Cadiz,—And this that gallant Spaniard did,For me, and for the Ladies.To ride through mountains, where my FirstA banquet would be reckoned,—Through deserts where to quench their thirst,Men vainly turn my Second;—To leave the gates of fair Madrid,To dare the gate of Hades,—And this that gallant Spaniard did,For me and for the Ladies.
I graced Don Pedro’s revelryAll drest in fur and feather,When Loveliness and ChivalryWere met to feast together;He flung the slave who moved the lidA purse of maravedis,—And this that gallant Spaniard didFor me, and for the Ladies.
He vowed a vow, that noble knight,Before he went to table,To make his only sport the fight,His only couch the stable,Till he had dragged, as he was bid,Five score of Turks to Cadiz,—And this that gallant Spaniard did,For me, and for the Ladies.
To ride through mountains, where my FirstA banquet would be reckoned,—Through deserts where to quench their thirst,Men vainly turn my Second;—To leave the gates of fair Madrid,To dare the gate of Hades,—And this that gallant Spaniard did,For me and for the Ladies.
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FOOTNOTES:[1]This and the following poems first appeared in theEtonian.[2]This and the following poems were published in theEtonian.[3]I must confess that Dr. SwiftHas lent me here a little lift;For when I steal some trifling hitsFrom older and from brighter wits,I have some touch of conscience left,And seldom like to hide the theft.This ismyplan!—I name no name,But wish all others did the same.[4]Two constant supporters of that instructive miscellany.[5]First published in Knight’sQuarterly Magazine.[6]Referring to a note by Bishop Monk on the Greek Play, “Facilepersentibuntjuvenes.”[7]This poem was published in theMorning Chronicleof 19th July 1825, in reference to a meeting in promotion of the scheme for the London University that had been held at the London Tavern on the first of that month.[8]Si mea cum vestris valuissent vota!—Ovid,Met.[9]First published in Knight’sQuarterly Magazine.
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[1]This and the following poems first appeared in theEtonian.
[1]This and the following poems first appeared in theEtonian.
[2]This and the following poems were published in theEtonian.
[2]This and the following poems were published in theEtonian.
[3]I must confess that Dr. SwiftHas lent me here a little lift;For when I steal some trifling hitsFrom older and from brighter wits,I have some touch of conscience left,And seldom like to hide the theft.This ismyplan!—I name no name,But wish all others did the same.
[3]
I must confess that Dr. SwiftHas lent me here a little lift;For when I steal some trifling hitsFrom older and from brighter wits,I have some touch of conscience left,And seldom like to hide the theft.This ismyplan!—I name no name,But wish all others did the same.
I must confess that Dr. SwiftHas lent me here a little lift;For when I steal some trifling hitsFrom older and from brighter wits,I have some touch of conscience left,And seldom like to hide the theft.This ismyplan!—I name no name,But wish all others did the same.
I must confess that Dr. SwiftHas lent me here a little lift;For when I steal some trifling hitsFrom older and from brighter wits,I have some touch of conscience left,And seldom like to hide the theft.This ismyplan!—I name no name,But wish all others did the same.
[4]Two constant supporters of that instructive miscellany.
[4]Two constant supporters of that instructive miscellany.
[5]First published in Knight’sQuarterly Magazine.
[5]First published in Knight’sQuarterly Magazine.
[6]Referring to a note by Bishop Monk on the Greek Play, “Facilepersentibuntjuvenes.”
[6]Referring to a note by Bishop Monk on the Greek Play, “Facilepersentibuntjuvenes.”
[7]This poem was published in theMorning Chronicleof 19th July 1825, in reference to a meeting in promotion of the scheme for the London University that had been held at the London Tavern on the first of that month.
[7]This poem was published in theMorning Chronicleof 19th July 1825, in reference to a meeting in promotion of the scheme for the London University that had been held at the London Tavern on the first of that month.
[8]Si mea cum vestris valuissent vota!—Ovid,Met.
[8]Si mea cum vestris valuissent vota!—Ovid,Met.
[9]First published in Knight’sQuarterly Magazine.
[9]First published in Knight’sQuarterly Magazine.
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