What new Alcæus, fancy-blest, Shall sing the sword, in myrtles drest, At Wisdom's shrine a while its flame concealing, (What place so fit to seal a deed renow'd?) Till she her brightest lightnings round revealing, O Goddess! in that feeling hour, E'er draw thy sad, thy mindful, tears. When Time his northern sons of spoil awoke, With many a rude repeated stroke, And many a barb'rous yell, to thousand fragments broke. EPODE II. Yet e'en where'er the least appear'd Some remnants of her strength were found; They saw by what escap'd the storm, In jealous Pisa's olive shade, See small Marino joins the theme, To sad Liguria's bleeding state. Ah! no; more pleas'd thy haunts I seek Or dwell in willow'd meads more near, The perfect spell shall then avail, ANTISTROPHE. Beyond the measure vast of thought Saw Britain link'd to his now adverse strandt; * The Dutch, amongst whom there are very severe penalties for those who are convicted of killing this bird. They are kept tame in almost all their towns, and particularly at the Hague, of the arms of which they make a part. The common people of Hollan:! are said to entertain a superstitious sentiment, that if the whole species of them should become extinct, they should lose their liberties. †This tradition is mentioned by several of our old historians. Some naturalists too have endeavoured to support the probability of the fact by arguments drawn from the correspondent disposition of the two opposite coasts. I do not remember that any poetical use has been hitherto made of it. To the blown Baltic then, they say, Where Orcas howls, his wolfish mountains rounding, Till all the banded west at once 'gan rise, A wide wild storm e'en Nature's self confounding, With'ring her giant sons with strange uncouth surprise. This pillar'd earth, so firm and wide, Mona*, once hid from those who search the main, * There is a tradition in the Isle of Man, that a mermaid becoming enamoured of a young man of extraordinary beauty, took an opportunity of meeting him one day as he walked on the sea shore, and opened her passion to him, but was received with coldness, occasioned by his horror and surprise at her appearance. This however was so misconstrued by the sea-lady, that in revenge for this treatment of her she punished the whole island by covering it with a mist; so that all who attempted to carry on a commerce with it either never arrived at it, but wandered up and down the sea, or were on a sudden wrecked upon its cliffs. Where thousand elfin shapes abide, And wight who checks the west'ring tide, To thee this blest divorce she ow'd, For thou hast made her vales thy lov'd, thy last abode! SECOND EPODE. Then too, 'tis said, an hoary pile Paving the light embroider'd sky, |