FATHER PROUT.
SONNET CLVIII.
Siccome eterna vita e veder Dio.
ALL HIS HAPPINESS IS IN GAZING UPON HER.
As life eternal
is with God to be,
No void left craving, there
of all possess’d,
So, lady mine, to be with
you makes blest,
This brief frail span of mortal
life to me.
So fair as now ne’er
yet was mine to see—
If truth from eyes to heart
be well express’d—
Lovely and blessed spirit
of my breast,
Which levels all high hopes
and wishes free.
Nor would I more demand if
less of haste
She show’d to part;
for if, as legends tell
And credence find, are some
who live by smell,
On water some, or fire who
touch and taste,
All, things which neither
strength nor sweetness give,
Why should not I upon your
dear sight live?
MACGREGOR.
SONNET CLIX.
Stiamo, Amor, a veder la gloria nostra.
TO LOVE, ON LAURA WALKING ABROAD.
Here stand we,
Love, our glory to behold—
How, passing Nature, lovely,
high, and rare!
Behold! what showers of sweetness
falling there!
What floods of light by heaven
to earth unroll’d!
How shine her robes, in purple,
pearls, and gold,
So richly wrought, with skill
beyond compare!
How glance her feet!—her
beaming eyes how fair
Through the dark cloister
which these hills enfold!
The verdant turf, and flowers
of thousand hues
Beneath yon oak’s old
canopy of state,
Spring round her feet to pay
their amorous duty.
The heavens, in joyful reverence,
cannot choose
But light up all their fires,
to celebrate
Her praise, whose presence
charms their awful beauty.
MERIVALE.
Here tarry, Love,
our glory to behold;
Nought in creation so sublime
we trace;
Ah! see what sweetness showers
upon that face,
Heaven’s brightness
to this earth those eyes unfold!
See, with what magic art,
pearls, purple, gold,
That form transcendant, unexampled,
grace:
Beneath the shadowing hills
observe her pace,
Her glance replete with elegance
untold!
The verdant turf, and flowers
of every hue,
Clustering beneath yon aged
holm-oak’s gloom,
For the sweet pressure of
her fair feet sue;
The orbs of fire that stud
yon beauteous sky,
Cheer’d by her presence
and her smiles, assume
Superior lustre and serenity.
NOTT.
SONNET CLX.
Pasco la mente d’ un si nobil cibo.
TO SEE AND HEAR HER IS HIS GREATEST BLISS.