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"Yet think not that I die unmov'd; I mourn the doom that sets me free, As I think, betroth'd belov'd, On all the joys I lose in thee! To form my boys to meet the fray, Where'er the Gothic banner streams; To guard thy night, to glad thy day, Made all the bliss of AGNAR'S dreams Dreams that must now be all forgot, Earth's joys have passed from AGNAR'S lot!
But in truth our language is, and from the first dawn of poetry ever has been, particularly rich in compositions distinguished by this excellence. The final e, which is now mute, in Chaucer's age was either sounded or dropt indifferently. We ourselves still use either "beloved" or "belov'd" according as the rhyme, or measure, or the purpose of more or less solemnity may require.
Yet now should even her best belov'd, the Prince, With all his Youth, his Beauties and Desires, Fall at her Feet, and tell his tale of Love, She hardly would return his amorous Smiles, Or pay his meeting Kisses back again; Is not that fine, Pisaro? Pis. Sir, 'tis no time to talk in, come with me, For here's no safety for a Murderer. Alcip. I will not go, alas I seek no Safety. Pis.
Both had the same inner, apparently inexhaustible, fund of latent volcanic passion the same tenderness, blended with a curious remorseless firmness, as of some surgeon operating on a belov'd patient. Hearing such men sends to the winds all the books, and formulas, and polish'd speaking, and rules of oratory.
"Black his eye as the midnight sky. White his neck as the driven snow, Red his cheek as the morning light; Cold he lies in the ground below. My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, ys All under the cactus tree." "Each lonely scene shall thee restore, For thee the tear be duly shed; Belov'd till life can charm no more, And mourned till Pity's self be dead."
For, ah, can changing seasons e'er restore The lov'd companion I must still deplore? Shall all the wisdom of the world combin'd Erase thy image, Mary, from my mind, Or bid me hope from others to receive The fond affection thou alone could'st give? Ah, no, my best belov'd, thou still shalt be My friend, my sister, all the world to me.
The deceas'd Prince we have heard of, was succeeded by his Sister in-Law, the second Daughter of the banish'd Prince, a Lady of an extraordinary Character, of the Old Race of their Kings, a Native by Birth, a Solunarian by Profession; exceeding Pious, Just and Good, of an Honesty peculiar to her self, and for which she was justly belov'd of all sorts and degrees of her Subjects.
Be it vouchsaf'd unto you of the Gods who inhabit Olympus, Priamus' city to storm, and return to your dwellings in gladness! But now yield me my daughter belov'd, and accept of the ransom, Bearing respect to the offspring of Zeus, Far-darting Apollo."
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