2. I lived, I loved, I quaff'd, like thee; I died; let earth my bones resign: 3. Better to hold the sparkling grape, Than nurse the earth-worm's slimy brood; And circle in the goblet's shape The drink of Gods, than reptile's food. 4. Where once my wit, perchance, hath shone, And when, alas! our brains are gone, 5. Quaff while thou canst-another race, 3. A tomb is theirs on every page, 4. For them the voice of festal mirth Grows hush'd, their name the only sound; While deep Remembrance pours to Worth The goblet's tributary round. 5. A theme to crowds that knew them not, Who would not share their glorious lot? 6. And, gallant Parker! thus enshrined And early valour, glowing, find But there are breasts that bleed with thee Where one so dear, so dauntless, fell. Where shall they turn to mourn thee less? When cease to hear thy cherish'd name? Time cannot teach forgetfulness, While Grief's full heart is fed by Fame. Alas! for them, though not for thee, Who ne'er gave cause to mourn before. TO A LADY WEEPING. 1. WEEP, daughter of a royal line, A Sire's disgrace, a realm's decay; Ah, happy! if each tear of thine Could wash a father's fault away! 2. Weep-for thy tears are Virtue's tears- And be each drop in future years March, 1812. FROM THE TURKISH. 1. THE chain I gave was fair to view, |