Romantic Ballads [29]
speaking state, No doubt the old man could relate Strange things that have on earth occurr'd, Of which fame ne'er has said a word; But since with look, with look alone, He cannot those events make known, He waketh from his height sublime Mere longing for the dark gone time.
THE SUICIDE'S GRAVE. FROM THE GERMAN.
This piece is not translated for the sentiments which it contains, but for its poetical beauties. Although the path of human life is rough and thorny, the mind may always receive consolation by looking forward to the world to come. The mind which rejects a future state has to thank itself for its utter misery and hopelessness.
The evening shadows fall upon the grave On which I sit; it is no common heap, - Below its turf are laid the bones of one, Who, sick of life and misery, did quench The vital spark which in his bosom burn'd.
The shadows deepen, and the ruddy tinge Which lately flooded all the western sky Has now diminish'd to a single streak, And here I sit, alone, and listen to The noise of forests, and the hum of groves.
This is the time to think of nature's God, When birds and fountains, streams and woods, unite Their various-sounding voices in his praise: Shall man alone refuse to sing it--yes, For man, alone, has nought to thank him for.
There's not a joy he gives to us on earth That is not dash'd with bitterness and gall, Only when youth is past, and age comes on, Do we find quiet--quiet is not bliss, Then tell me, God, what I've to thank thee for.
But to recur to him who rests beneath - He had a heart enthusiastic, warm, And form'd for love--no prejudice dwelt there; He roam'd about the world to find a heart Which felt with his, he sought, and found it not.
Or if he found it, providence stepp'd in, And tore the cherish'd object from his sight, Or fill'd its mind with visions weak and vain - Could he survive all this? ah, no! he died, - Died by the hand which injur'd none but him.
And did he die unpitied and unwept, - Most probably, for there are fools who think 'T is crime in man to take what is his own - And 't was on account they laid him here, Within this sweet, unconsecrated, spot.
There comes a troop of maidens and of youths Home from their labour--hark! they cease their song, And, pointing to the grave, with trembling hands, They make a circuit, thinking that in me The ghost of the self-murderer they view - Which, fame says, wanders here.
LIST OF SUBSCRIBERS.
The Right Honourable the Earl of Albemarle T. Amyot, Esq., London F. Arden, Esq. London, 5 copies Mr. A. Austin The Right Rev. Father in God Henry Bathurst, Lord Bishop of Norwich Mr. W. Bacon Mr. A. Barnard Mr. P. Barnes Mr. Barwell Mr. Bell, Diss N. Bolingbroke, Esq. J. Bowring, Esq., Hackney W. Burrows, Esq., Stoke Miss Burrows W. Burt, Esq. Jun. Thomas Campbell, Esq., London S. Clarke, Esq., Berghapton Mr. T. Clarke Mr. P. Clarke Mr. P. Clayton N. Cobham, Esq. Exeter, 2 copies Rev. C. Codd, Dereham J. H. Cole, Esq. Mrs. Coleman Mr. W. Cooper Mr. E. Cooper, Dereham Mr. G. Cooper, Dereham W. Cross, Esq. H. Custance, Esq., Weston Longueville Rev. Custance E. Dashwood, Esq., Colchester T. G. O'Donnahoo, Esq., London, 5 copies Mr. Doughty, Brockdish T. Dyson, Esq., Diss Mr. Elliot Dr. Evans F. Farr, Esq., Beecles G. Fitzmaurice, Esq., London, 2 copies J. Fletcher, Esq., London R. Fowler, Esq., London J. Geldart, Esq. B. Girling. Esq., Dereham Rev. W. Girling Mr. Green C. Greville, Esq. M.P. T. Gurdon, Esq., Letton Hall, Suffolk, 2 copies Mrs. Gurdon, 2 copies H. Gurney, Esq. M.P. R. H. Gurney, Esq. M.P. Miss Anne Gurney Mr. W. Hankes Capt. Hare, Stow Hall, 2 copies Mr. W. Harper J. Harvey, Esq. Sir R. J. Harvey G. Harvey, Esq. R. Hawkes, Esq. Mrs. Hawkes B. R. Haydon, Esq., London W. Herring, Esq. Mr. Higham, London Mr. Hobart Mr. Holly T. Hudson, Esq. Mr. R. Hull N. Islay, Esq., Croydon Mr. G. Jay S. Johnson, Esq., London P. Johnstone, Esq., London Mr. Juby Rev. J. Kennedy, Templemore, Tipperary Mr. R. Kerrison Mr. E. Kerrison Capt. Langford E. Lombe, Esq. Mrs. Lloyd, Bawdeswell Miss
THE SUICIDE'S GRAVE. FROM THE GERMAN.
This piece is not translated for the sentiments which it contains, but for its poetical beauties. Although the path of human life is rough and thorny, the mind may always receive consolation by looking forward to the world to come. The mind which rejects a future state has to thank itself for its utter misery and hopelessness.
The evening shadows fall upon the grave On which I sit; it is no common heap, - Below its turf are laid the bones of one, Who, sick of life and misery, did quench The vital spark which in his bosom burn'd.
The shadows deepen, and the ruddy tinge Which lately flooded all the western sky Has now diminish'd to a single streak, And here I sit, alone, and listen to The noise of forests, and the hum of groves.
This is the time to think of nature's God, When birds and fountains, streams and woods, unite Their various-sounding voices in his praise: Shall man alone refuse to sing it--yes, For man, alone, has nought to thank him for.
There's not a joy he gives to us on earth That is not dash'd with bitterness and gall, Only when youth is past, and age comes on, Do we find quiet--quiet is not bliss, Then tell me, God, what I've to thank thee for.
But to recur to him who rests beneath - He had a heart enthusiastic, warm, And form'd for love--no prejudice dwelt there; He roam'd about the world to find a heart Which felt with his, he sought, and found it not.
Or if he found it, providence stepp'd in, And tore the cherish'd object from his sight, Or fill'd its mind with visions weak and vain - Could he survive all this? ah, no! he died, - Died by the hand which injur'd none but him.
And did he die unpitied and unwept, - Most probably, for there are fools who think 'T is crime in man to take what is his own - And 't was on account they laid him here, Within this sweet, unconsecrated, spot.
There comes a troop of maidens and of youths Home from their labour--hark! they cease their song, And, pointing to the grave, with trembling hands, They make a circuit, thinking that in me The ghost of the self-murderer they view - Which, fame says, wanders here.
LIST OF SUBSCRIBERS.
The Right Honourable the Earl of Albemarle T. Amyot, Esq., London F. Arden, Esq. London, 5 copies Mr. A. Austin The Right Rev. Father in God Henry Bathurst, Lord Bishop of Norwich Mr. W. Bacon Mr. A. Barnard Mr. P. Barnes Mr. Barwell Mr. Bell, Diss N. Bolingbroke, Esq. J. Bowring, Esq., Hackney W. Burrows, Esq., Stoke Miss Burrows W. Burt, Esq. Jun. Thomas Campbell, Esq., London S. Clarke, Esq., Berghapton Mr. T. Clarke Mr. P. Clarke Mr. P. Clayton N. Cobham, Esq. Exeter, 2 copies Rev. C. Codd, Dereham J. H. Cole, Esq. Mrs. Coleman Mr. W. Cooper Mr. E. Cooper, Dereham Mr. G. Cooper, Dereham W. Cross, Esq. H. Custance, Esq., Weston Longueville Rev. Custance E. Dashwood, Esq., Colchester T. G. O'Donnahoo, Esq., London, 5 copies Mr. Doughty, Brockdish T. Dyson, Esq., Diss Mr. Elliot Dr. Evans F. Farr, Esq., Beecles G. Fitzmaurice, Esq., London, 2 copies J. Fletcher, Esq., London R. Fowler, Esq., London J. Geldart, Esq. B. Girling. Esq., Dereham Rev. W. Girling Mr. Green C. Greville, Esq. M.P. T. Gurdon, Esq., Letton Hall, Suffolk, 2 copies Mrs. Gurdon, 2 copies H. Gurney, Esq. M.P. R. H. Gurney, Esq. M.P. Miss Anne Gurney Mr. W. Hankes Capt. Hare, Stow Hall, 2 copies Mr. W. Harper J. Harvey, Esq. Sir R. J. Harvey G. Harvey, Esq. R. Hawkes, Esq. Mrs. Hawkes B. R. Haydon, Esq., London W. Herring, Esq. Mr. Higham, London Mr. Hobart Mr. Holly T. Hudson, Esq. Mr. R. Hull N. Islay, Esq., Croydon Mr. G. Jay S. Johnson, Esq., London P. Johnstone, Esq., London Mr. Juby Rev. J. Kennedy, Templemore, Tipperary Mr. R. Kerrison Mr. E. Kerrison Capt. Langford E. Lombe, Esq. Mrs. Lloyd, Bawdeswell Miss