<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344305" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Three Portraits of Prince Charles</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1731</div><div style="margin:10px 0">BEAUTIFUL face of a child, <br> Lighted with laughter and glee, <br>Mirthful, and tender, and wild, <br> My heart is heavy for thee! <br> <br>1744</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beautiful face of a youth, <br> As an eagle poised to fly forth <br>To the old land loyal of truth, <br> To the hills and the sounds of the North: <br>Fair face, daring and proud, <br> Lo! the shadow of doom, even now, <br>The fate of thy line, like a cloud, <br> Rests on the grace of thy brow! <br> <br>1773</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cruel and angry face, <br> Hateful and heavy with wine, <br>Where are the gladness, the grace, <br> The beauty, the mirth that were thine? <br> <br>Ah, my Prince, it were well,— <br> Hadst thou to the gods been dear,— <br>To have fallen where Keppoch fell, <br> With the war-pipe loud in thine ear! <br>To have died with never a stain <br> On the fair White Rose of Renown, <br>To have fallen, fighting in vain, <br> For thy father, thy faith, and thy crown! <br>More than thy marble pile, <br> With its women weeping for thee, <br>Were to dream in thine ancient isle, <br> To the endless dirge of the sea! <br>But the Fates deemed otherwise; <br> Far thou sleepest from home, <br>From the tears of the Northern skies, <br> In the secular dust of Rome. <br>A city of death and the dead, <br> But thither a pilgrim came, <br>Wearing on weary head <br> The crowns of years and fame: <br>Little the Lucrine lake <br> Or Tivoli said to him, <br>Scarce did the memories wake <br> Of the far-off years and dim, <br>For he stood by Avernus’ shore. <br> But he dreamed of a Northern glen, <br>And he murmured, over and o’er, <br> “For Charlie and his men:” <br>And his feet, to death that went,<br> Crept forth to St. Peter’s shrine, <br>And the latest Minstrel bent <br> O’er the last of the Stuart line.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Lang">Andrew Lang</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344305" data-title="Three Portraits of Prince Charles de Andrew Lang" data-description="1731 BEAUTIFUL face of a child, Lighted with laughter and glee, Mirthful, and tender, and wild, My heart is heavy for thee! 1744 Beautiful face of a youth, As an eagle poised to fly forth To the old land loyal of truth, To the hills..."></div> </div> </div>

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