No hope remains that time shall me restore, 30 My verse constrain'd to move with measur'd feet, 40 50 60 T TRANSLATIONS FROM VINCENT BOURNE [Written 1780 (?). The first four were published in 1782, the remainder by Hayley in 1803, except On the Picture of a Sleeping Child, which Croft published in 1825.] THE GLOW-WORM BENEATH the hedge, or near the stream, A worm is known to stray; That shows by night a lucid beam, Disputes have been, and still prevail, But this is sure-the hand of might Gives him a modicum of light Perhaps indulgent nature meant, 8 Be careful where he trod : 16 Nor crush a worm, whose useful light To shew a stumbling stone by night, And save him from a fall. Whate'er she meant, this truth divine "Tis pow'r almighty bids him shine, 24 Ye proud and wealthy, let this theme Teach humbler thoughts to you, Since such a reptile has its gem, THE JACKDAW THERE is a bird who, by his coat, 6 Above the steeple shines a plate, From what point blows the weather. 12 The bustle and the raree-show Secure and at his ease. 18 You think, no doubt, he sits and muses On future broken bones and bruises, If he should chance to fall. No; not a single thought like that Or troubles it at all. He sees, that this great roundabout — The world, with all its motley rout, Church, army, physic, law, Its customs, and its bus'nesses, – And says-what says he?-Caw. 24 30 Thrice happy bird! I too have seen And, sick of having seen 'em, Would cheerfully these limbs resign THE CRICKET LITTLE inmate, full of mirth, With a song more soft and sweet; Thus thy praise shall be exprest, And the mouse with curious snout, 29 Is 1793-1800: Are 1782-1788. 36 8 With what vermin else infest Though in voice and shape they be Sing then-and extend thy span Far beyond the date of man. Wretched man, whose years are spent In repining discontent, Lives not, aged though he be, Half a span, compar'd with thee. THE PARROT IN painted plumes superbly drest, A native of the gorgeous east, By many a billow tost; Poll gains at length the British shore, 16 24 32 And, list'ning close with both his ears, But soon articulates aloud, Much to th' amusement of the crowd, And stuns the neighbours round. 24 A querulous old woman's voice And now he sings, and now is sick- Belinda and her bird! 'tis rare To meet with such a well match'd pair, Sustain'd with so much grace and art, When children first begin to speil, And stammer out a syllable, We think them tedious creatures; But difficulties soon abate, When birds are to be taught to prate, And women are the teachers. ON THE PICTURE OF A SLEEPING CHILD SWEET babe, whose image here express'd Does thy peaceful slumbers show; Guilt or fear, to break thy rest, Never did thy spirit know. Soothing slumbers, soft repose, Harmless infant, lull thee still! THE THRACIAN THRACIAN parents, at his birth, Mourn their babe with many a tear, But with undissembled mirth Place him breathless on his bier. Greece and Rome, with equal scorn But the cause of this concern And this pleasure, would they trace, Even they might somewhat learn From the savages of Thrace. 30 36 42 8 8 |