I IV. WORK as long as Sol 's in the sky; PUNCTUAL I rise with every morning sun, Punctual I set when my day's work is done [Walking from PINO near TURIN to VILLA NOVA, Sept. 18, 1864.] Visiting the tomb of Beato Angelico, in the church of Santa Maria sopra Minerva, Rome, 1865. WITH reverence tread; these are no vulgar stones; If ever painter painted heaven, 'twas he; With heaven itself, and yearn for things below. SEE where in broad array the Wheaten host "Hurrah! hurrah!" the conquering Reapers cry. Broad Wheatland's sons or Rome's best chivalry; Nor ever gospel truer than the word By Brennus preached and Brennus' conquering sword. [Walking from BIBIENA Over the CONSUMA to PONTASSIEVE near FLORENCE, July 4, 1865.] CATCH FOR A PARTY OF TOURISTS DISAPPOINTED OF BEDS IN THE INN OF BELVEDERE, IN THE PASS BETWEEN LA VALTELLINA AND VAL CAMONICA, AND DRINKING TILL A LATE HOUR IN THE ARBOUR IN FRONT OF THE INN. THEY 'll not let us in, they vow and swear; What his bed would have cost, a fiorino or pair; So push the bottle round, boys, Then where most flowers abound, boys, POET'S verse, I've heard it said, Pshaw! the file does but make rough Polishes as poet's knell: "Ding dong bell. The poet's dead!" [CHRISTIANSTRASSE, DRESDEN, Dec. 24, 1865.] HAPPY the man who sees the world As it neither was nor is Nor ever shall be! optimist High honored name is his. But who the world sees as it is What name is bad enough for him? Vile pessimist is he. [STRUVESTRASSE, DRESDEN, Jan. 19, 1866.] Yet come not near, sweet ladies dear, I vow and swear I take all care But sparks will fly, and fire will burn, The smell is not of violets, I never will deny, And delicate olfactories Will do well to fight shy, |