Sonnet to the Earl of Carlisle, with the Life of Chevalier Bayard
B AYARD , whose mem'ry virtue's tears embalm,
Must high-born Howard's kind indulgence claim;
In glory's field he won the knightly palm,
Applauding nations seal the hero's fame,
Nor e'er shall dark oblivion blot his name;
Th' historic muse shall blazon his renown,
Bright shall it shine an unextinguish'd flame;
Unfading laurels shall the warrior crown,
Without a cloud his radiant sun went down:
Great was his courage in his country's cause,
The plume of war, he fear'd no hostile frown;
His sword maintain'd fair honour's strictest laws
Such Bayard was, and such would Carlisle be,
Were this the age of arms and chivalry.
Must high-born Howard's kind indulgence claim;
In glory's field he won the knightly palm,
Applauding nations seal the hero's fame,
Nor e'er shall dark oblivion blot his name;
Th' historic muse shall blazon his renown,
Bright shall it shine an unextinguish'd flame;
Unfading laurels shall the warrior crown,
Without a cloud his radiant sun went down:
Great was his courage in his country's cause,
The plume of war, he fear'd no hostile frown;
His sword maintain'd fair honour's strictest laws
Such Bayard was, and such would Carlisle be,
Were this the age of arms and chivalry.
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