To hear the sanguinary trumpet sounded. So lived I, and repined not at such fate: This only grieves me, for it seems a wrong, That, stripped of arms, I to my end am brought On the soft down of my paternal home.
Yet haply Arno shall be spared all cause
Thou, loiter not nor halt
In thy appointed way, and bear in mind
How fleeting and how frail is human life!
O FLOWER of all that springs from gentle blood, And all that generous nurture breeds to make Youth amiable! O friend so true of soul To fair Aglaia! by what envy moved, Lelius! has death cut short thy brilliant day In its sweet opening? and what dire mishap Has from Savona torn her best delight?
For thee she mourns, nor e'er will cease to mourn; And, should the outpourings of her eyes suffice not For her heart's grief, she will entreat Sebeto Not to withhold his bounteous aid, Sebeto, Who saw thee, on his margin, yield to death, In the chaste arms of thy beloved Love! What profit riches? what does youth avail? Dust are our hopes; - I, weeping bitterly, Penned these sad lines, nor can forbear to pray That every gentle Spirit hither led
May read them not without some bitter tears.
NOT without heavy grief of heart did he On whom the duty fell (for at that time The father sojourned in a distant land) Deposit in the hollow of this tomb
A brother's Child, most tenderly beloved! FRANCESCO was the name the Youth had borne, PozzoBONNELLI his illustrious house;
And when beneath this stone the Corse was laid, eyes of all Savona streamed with tears. Alas! the twentieth April of his life Had scarcely flowered: and at this early time, By genuine virtue he inspired a hope
That greatly cheered his country to his kin He promised comfort; and the flattering thoughts His friends had in their fondness entertained,* He suffered not to languish or decay.
Now is there not good reason to break forth Into a passionate lament?-O Soul! Short while a Pilgrim in our nether world, Do thou enjoy the calm empyreal air; And round this earthly tomb let roses rise, An everlasting spring! in memory Of that delightful fragrance which was once From thy mild manners quietly exhaled.
* In justice to the Author, I subjoin the original:e degli amici
Non lasciava languire i bei pensieri.
That thou, with no reluctant voice, for him Here laid in mortal darkness, wouldst prefer A prayer to the Redeemer of the world. This to the dead by sacred right belongs; All else is nothing. — Did occasion suit To tell his worth, the marble of this tomb Would ill suffice: for Plato's lore sublime, And all the wisdom of the Stagirite,
Enriched and beautified his studious mind: With Archimedes also he conversed
As with a chosen friend; nor did he leave
Those laureate wreaths ungathered which the
Twine near their loved Permessus. Finally, Himself above each lower thought uplifting, His ears he closed to listen to the songs Which Sion's Kings did consecrate of old; And his Permessus found on Lebanon. A blessed man! who of protracted days Made not, as thousands do, a vulgar sleep; But truly did he live his life. Urbino, Take pride in him! —O Passenger, farewell!
By a blest Husband guided, Mary came From nearest kindred, Vernon her new name; She came, though meek of soul, in seemly pride Of happiness and hope, a youthful Bride. O dread reverse! if aught be so, which proves That God will chasten whom he dearly loves. Faith bore her up through pains in mercy given, And troubles that were each a step to Heaven: Two Babes were laid in earth before she died; A third now slumbers at the Mother's side; Its Sister-twin survives, whose smiles afford A trembling solace to her widowed Lord.
Reader! if to thy bosom cling the pain Of recent sorrow combated in vain;
Or if thy cherished grief have failed to thwart Time still intent on his insidious part, Lulling the mourner's best good thoughts asleep, Pilfering regrets we would, but cannot, keep; Bear with him, -judge him gently who makes known
His bitter loss by this memorial Stone;
And pray that in his faithful breast the grace Of resignation find a hallowed place.
Six months to six years added he remained Upon this sinful earth, by sin unstained:
O blessed Lord! whose mercy then removed A Child whom every eye that looked on loved; Support us, teach us calmly to resign
What we possessed, and now is wholly thine!
In affectionate remembrance of Frances Fermor, whose remains are deposited in the church of Claines, near Worcester, this stone is erected by her sister, Dame Margaret, wife of Sir George Beaumont, Bart., who, feeling not less than the love of a brother for the deceased, commends this memorial to the care of his heirs and successors in the possession of this place.
By vain affections unenthralled,
Though resolute when duty called To meet the world's broad eye, Pure as the holiest cloistered nun That ever feared the tempting sun, Did Fermor live and die.
This Tablet, hallowed by her name, One heart-relieving tear may claim; But if the pensive gloom
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