No More Learning

_("Pendant que dans l'auberge. ")_

[Bk. IV. xiii. , Jersey, November, 1852. ]


While in the jolly tavern, the bandits gayly drink,
Upon the haunted highway, sharp hoof-beats loudly clink?
Yea; past scant-buried victims, hard-spurring sturdy steed,
A mute and grisly rider is trampling grass and weed,
And by the black-sealed warrant which in his grasp shines clear,
I known it is _the Future_--God's Justicer is here!





THE SEAMAN'S SONG.

_("Adieu, patrie. ")_

[Bk. V. ix. , Aug. 1, 1852. ]


Farewell the strand,
The sails expand
Above!
Farewell the land
We love!
Farewell, old home where apples swing!
Farewell, gay song-birds on the wing!

Farewell, riff-raff
Of Customs' clerks who laugh
And shout:
"Farewell! " We'll quaff
One bout
To thee, young lass, with kisses sweet!
Farewell, my dear--the ship flies fleet!

The fog shuts out the last fond peep,
As 'neath the prow the cast drops weep.
Farewell, old home, young lass, the bird!
The whistling wind alone is heard:
Farewell! Farewell!





THE RETREAT FROM MOSCOW.

_("Il neigeait. ")_

[Bk. V. xiii. , Nov.