Q\ ciiilde iiarold’s pilgrimage.

Ami joyful in a mother's gentlest cares.

Blest cares! all oilier feelings far al»ove!Herself more sweetly rears the babe she bears.Who never quits the breast, no meaner passionshares.

LXII. •

In marble-pav’d pavilion, where a springOf living water from the centre rose,

Whose bubbling dill a gonial freshness iling.And soft voluptuous couches breath’d repose,Ali reclin'd, a man of war and woes jVet in his lineaments yc cannot trace,While Gentleness her milder radiance throwsAlong that aged venorablc face.

The deeds that lurk beneath, and slain himwith disgrace.

lxtti.

It is not that yon hoary lengthening beardIII suits the passions which belong to youth;Love conquers age — so Hafiz hath averr’d.So sings the Tcian , and he sings in sooth —Bui crimes that scorn the tender voice oflluth,Beseeming all men ill, but most the manIn years, have markedhim with a tyger’s tooth;Blood follows Hood, and, through their mor-tal span,

In bloodier acts conclude those who with blood* begau.