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By all the chiefs in Freedom's battles loft;
By wife and virtuous ALFRED's aweful ghost;
By old GALGACUS' fcythed, iron car,

That swiftly whirling through the walks of war,
Dash'd Roman blood, and crufh'd the foreign throngs;
By holy Druids' courage-breathing fongs;

By fierce BONDUCA's fhield, and foaming steeds;
By the bold peers that met on Thames's meads;
By the fifth HENRY's helm, and lightning spear,
O LIBERTY, my warm petition hear;

Be ALBION still thy joy! with her remain,
Long as the furge shall lash her oak-crown'd plain!
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The Revenge of AMERICA.

WH

By the Same.

WHEN fierce PISARRO'S legions flew
O'er ravag'd fields of rich Peru,

Struck with his bleeding people's woes,

Old India's aweful Genius rofe.

He fat on Andes' topmost stone,

And heard a thousand nations groan;
For grief his feathery crown he tore,
To fee huge PLATA foam with gore;

VOL. IV.

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He

He broke his arrows, ftampt the ground,
To view his cities fmoaking round.

What woes, he cry'd, hath luft of gold
O'er my poor country widely roll'd;
Plunderers proceed! my bowels tear,
But ye fhall meet destruction there;
From the deep-vaulted mine fhall rife
Th' infatiate fiend, pale Avarice!
Whose steps shall trembling Juftice fly,
Peace, Order, Law, and Amity !
I fee all Europe's children curst

With lucre's univerfal thirst:

The rage that sweeps my

fons away,

My baneful gold shall well repay.

The Dying INDIAN.

By the Same.

HE dart of Izdabel prevails!. 'twas dipt

TH

In double poison-I fhall foon arrive At the bleft island, where no tigers spring On heedlefs hunters; where anana's bloom

Thrice

Thrice in each moon; where rivers fmoothly glide,
Nor thundering torrents whirl the light canoe
Down to the fea; where my forefathers feast
Daily on hearts of Spaniards!-O my fon,

I feel the venom busy in my breast,

Approach, and bring my crown, deck'd with the teeth
Of that bold christian who first dar'd deflour
The virgins of the fun; and, dire to tell!
Robb'd PACHACAMAC's altar of its gems!
I mark'd the spot where they interr'd this traitor,
And once at midnight ftole I to his tomb,
And tore his carcafe from the earth, and left it
A prey to poisonous flies. Preferve this crown
With facred fecrecy: if e'er returns

Thy much-lov'd mother from the defart woods,
Where, as I hunted late, I hapless loft her,
Cherish her age. Tell her I ne'er have worship'd
With those that eat their God. And when disease
Preys on her languid limbs, then kindly stab her
With thine own hands, nor fuffer her to linger,
Like christian cowards, in a life of pain.
I go! great COPAC beckons me! farewel!

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ODE occafion'd by Reading Mr. WEST'S Tranflation of PINDAR.

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By the Same.

I. 1.

LBION exult! thy fons a voice divine have heard,

The man of Thebes hath in thy vales appear'd! Hark! with fresh rage and undiminish'd fire, The sweet enthufiaft fmites the British lyre; The founds that echoed on Alphéus' streams, Reach the delighted ear of liftening Thames; Lo! fwift across the dufty plain

Great Theron's foaming courfers strain ! What mortal tongue e'er roll'd along Such full impetuous tides of nervous song?

I. 2.

The fearful, frigid lays of cold and creeping Art,
Nor touch, nor can tranfport th' unfeeling heart;
Pindar, our inmost bosom piercing, warms
With glory's love, and eager thirst of arms:
When Freedom fspeaks in his majestic strain,
The patriot-paffions beat in every vein :

We

We long to fit with heroes old,

'Mid groves of vegetable gold,

• Where Cadmus and Achilles dwell, And still of daring deeds and dangers tell. I. 3.

Away, enervate bards, away,

Who fpin the courtly, filken lay,

As wreaths for fome vain Louis' head,
Or mourn fome foft Adonis dead:

No more your polish'd lyrics boast,
In British Pindar's ftrength o'erwhelm'd and loft:
As well might ye compare

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The glimmerings of a waxen flame,
(Emblem of verse correctly tame)

To his own Ætna's fulphur-spouting caves,

When to heav'n's vault the fiery deluge raves,

When clouds and burning rocks dart thro'the troubled air.

II. 1.

In roaring cataracts down Andes' channel'd fteeps

Mark how enormous Orellana fweeps!

Monarch of mighty floods! fupremely ftrong,
Foaming from cliff to cliff he whirls along,

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