POEMS ON RODRIGO CALDERON. The reader is referred to the Hist. and Crit. Essay generally, for all that concerns the history of Rodrigo Calderon, and the Poet's relations to him. See particularly sections 123-126. TO RODRIGO CALDERON. WRITTEN BEFORE HIS FALL. Stay thy speed, thou puny River, Fond one, thou wilt end in sorrow; Poorly born in barren mountain, Creeping where thou couldst not go, What shall be thy glory's waning, Have complain'd and chafed their last? When has night in slumbers bound thee? When does morn thy peace restore, While the world is smiling round thee, Murmuring still with fretful roar? 'Tis the very mood of madness, Wouldst thou seal thy own death-warrant ? Fate the funeral shroud is weaving: Wouldst thou court her hand to slay? Ah! for woe! thy self-deceiving Will but pass with life away. ON THE DEATH OF RODRIGO CALDERON. Seal up the shrouding cere-cloths :-he is gone : He dies, though judgment grant no funeral urn: How rush'd he like a meteor! Mighty Fate, What trumpet speaks like thy mute warning word! ON THE DEATH OF RODRIGO CALDERON. Well might thy funeral hearse be deck'd and piled Mount, since, instead of flames, the vengeful knife To tread in courts no more by sin defiled: Thy phenix-state allured admiring eyes As those that waft thee from thy bier to rise, ON RODRIGO CALDERON. The fatal sword, that bade thee die, Adorn a tale beyond her power, The terror of that torturing hour May well demand of mighty Death, To tell how thy victorious faith Approved thee more than conqueror. |