As of ancestors, he hears them,Speaking of his son and grandsons.His great-grandsons stand around him,Like a race of valiant mortals,Him to honour,--him, the youngest.And one token on anotherRises up, the proof completing;The identity is provenOf himself, and of his comrades.
In short, no longer to throw words away,
1775.-----FROM THE MOUNTAIN.
Then gently away by the flood she is driven.
At the furthermost end of the palace.--
As any the lips of the first gave before!
Ne'er will they return again to light;O'er our brethren let no tear be shed,
All with life teem,While the sweet stars above
And, fair maiden, thou indeed canst buy it;
[Composed for the merry party already mentioned, on the occasionof the departure for France of the hereditary prince, who was oneof the number, and who is especially alluded to in the 3rdverse.]