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But, oh! thy ways are wonderful, and lie

that of “Let there be light," &c. 30 much only, Beyond the deepest reach of mortal eye.

as the absolute government of nature yields to the Oft have I heard of thine almighty power; 405 creation of it. But never saw thee till this dreadful honr.

The like spirit in these two passages ís no bad O’erwhelm'd with shame, the Lord of Life I see, concurrent argument, that Moses is author of the Abbor myself, and give my soul to thee.

bouk of Job. Nor shall my weakness tempt thine anger more: Ver. 191.] Another argument that Moses Fas Man is not made to question, but adore."

the author is, that most of the creatures here are Egyptian. The reason given why the raven is particularly mentioned as an object of the care of Pro

vidence, is, because, by her clamorous and imporNOTES ON THE PARAPHRASE.

tunate voice, she particularly seems always calling Book of Jol.] It is disputed amongst the critics upon it; thence xopłotw, à répaz, Ælian. I. ii. c. 48. who was the author of the Book of Job; some give is to ask earnestly.” And since there were ravens it to Moses, some to others. As I was engaged in on the bank of the Nile more clamorous than the this little performance, some arguments occurred to rest of that species, those probably are meant in me which favour the former of those opinions; and that place. because I do not find them mentioned by any one Ver.195.) There are many instances of this bird's else, I have flung them into the following notes, stupidity : Jet two suffice. First, It covers its head where little else is to be expected.

in the reeds, and thinks itself all out of sight : Ver. 1.) The Almighty's speech, chapter xxxviii,

Stat lumine clauso &c. which is what I paraphrase in this little work, Ridendum revolta caput, creditque latere is by much the finest part of the noblest and most

Quæ non ispa videt.

CLAUD. antient poem in the world. Bishop Patrick says, its grandeur is as much above all other poetry, as

Secondly, They that go in pursuit of them, draw thunder is louder than a whisper.

the skin of an ostrich's neck on one hand, which

In order to set this distinguished part of the poem in a fuller light, proves a sufficient lure to take them with the other. and give the reader a clearer conception of it, I

They have so little brain, that Heliogabalus had

six hundred heads for his supper. have abridged the preceding and subsequent parts of the poem, and joined them to it; so that this piece

Here we may observe, that our judicious as well

as sublime author just touches the great points of is a sort of an epitome of the whole Book of Job. I use the word paraphrasé, because I want ano

distinction in each creature, and then hastens to

another. ther which might better answer to the uncommon

A description is exact when you camot liberties I have taken. I have omitted, added, and

aud, but what is common to another thing ; nor transposed. The mountain, the compt, the Sun, and

withdraw, but something peculiarly belonging to

the thing described. A likeness is lost in too much other parts, are entirely added : those upon the peacock, the lion, &c. are much enlarged; and i description, as a meaning often in too much illus

tration. have thrown the whole into a method more suitable

Ver. 205.] Here is marked another peculiar quato our notions of regularity. The judicious, if they compare this piece with the original, will, 'I Aatter lity of this creature, which neither flies por runs myself, find the reasons for the great liberties i directly, but has a motion composed of both, and, have indulged myself in through the whole.

using its wings as sails, makes great speed. Longinus has a chapter on interrogations, which Vasta velut Libyæ venantum vocibus ales shows that they contribute much to the sublime. Cum premitur, calidas cursu transmittit arenas, This speech of the Almighty is made up of them. Inque modum veli sinuatis flamine pennis Interrogation seems, indeed, the proper style of

Pulverulenta rolat.

Claud. in Eutr. Majesty incensed. It differs from other manner of Ver. 206.) Xenophon says, Cyrus had horses reproof, as bidding a person execute himself, does that could overtake the goat and the wild ass; but from a common execution; for he that asks the none that could reach this creature. A thousand guilty a proper question, makes him, in effect, pass golden ducats, or a hundred camels, was the stated sentence on himself.

price of a horse that could equal their speed. Ver: 41.] The Book of Job is well known to be Ver. 207.] Though this bird is but just mendramatic, and, like the tragedies of oid Greece, tioned in my anthor, I could not forbcar going a is fiction built on truth. Probably this most noble little further, and spreading those beautiful plumes part of it, the Almighty sneaking out of the whirl-(which are there shut up) in half a dozen lines. wind (so suitable to the after-practice of the Greek The circunstance I have marked of his opening stage, when there happened dignus viridice po- his plumes to the Sun is true : Expandit colores dus) is tictitious; but is a fiction more agreeable adverso maximè Sole, quia sic fulgentius radiant. to the time in wbich Job lived, than to any since. Plin. I. X. c. 20. Frequent, before the Law, were the appearances of Ver. 219.) Thuanus (de Re Accip.) mentions a the Alinighty after this manner, Exod. e. xix. Ezek. hawk that flew from Paris to London in a night. c. i. &c. Hence is he said to “ dwell in thick dark- And the Eygptians, in regard to its swiftness, made ness : and have his way in the whirlwind.”

it their synabol for the wind; for which reason we Ver. 69.] There is a very great air in all that may suppose the hawk, as well as the crow above precedes, but this is signally sublime. Weare struck mentioned, to have been a bird of note in Egypt. with admiration to see the vast and ungovernable Ver. 297.] The eagle is said to be of so acute a ocean receiving commands, and punctually obey- sight, that, when she is so high in air that man ing them; to find it like a managed horse, raging, cannot see her, she can discern the smallest fish tossing, and foaming, but by the rule and direction under water. My author accurately understood of its master. This passage yields in sublimity to the nature of the creatures he describes, and scems

BY DR. COBDEN.

to have been a naturalist as well as a poet, which Ver. 377.] “ His eyes are like the eye-lids of the next note will confirm.

the morning.” I think this gives us as great an Ver. 231.) The meaning of this question is, image of the thing it would express, as can enter Knowest thou the time and circumstances of their the thought of man. It is not improbable that the bringing forth? For to know the time only was easy, Egyptians stole their hieroglyphic for the morning, and had nothing extraordinary in it; but the cir- which is the crocodile's eye, from this passage, cumstances had something peculiarly expressive of though no commentator, I have seen, mentions it. God's providence, wbich makes the question proper It is easy to conceive how the Egyptians should be in this place. Pliny obserres, that the hind with both readers and admirers of the writings of Moses, young is by instinct directed to a certain herb called whom I suppose the author of this poem. seselis, which facilitates the birth. Thunder also I have observed already that three or four of the (which looks like the more immediate hand of Pro- creatures here described are Egyptian ; the two vidence) has the same effect. Ps. xxix. In so early last are notoriously so, they are the river-horse and an age to observe these things, may style our au- the crocodile, those celebrated inhabitants of the thor a naturalist.

Nile; and on these two it is that our author chiefly Ver. 259.) The descripton of the horse is the dwells. It would have been expected from an aumost celebrated of any in the poem. There is an thor more reniote from that river than Moses, in a excellent critique on it in the Guardian. I shall catalogue of creatures produced to magnify their therefore only observe, that in this description, as in Creator, to have dwelt on the two largest works of other parts of this speech, our vulgar translation has his hand, viz.the elephant and the whale. This is so much more spirit than the Septuagint; it always natural an expectation, that some commentators takes the original in the most poetic and exalted have rendered behemoth and leviathan, the ele. sense, so that most commentators, even on the phant and whale, though the descriptions in our aqHebrew itself, fall beneath it.

thor will not adinit of it: but Moses being, as we Ver. 289.] Pursuing their prey by night is true may well suppose, under an immediate terrour of of most wild beasts, particularly the lion. Ps. the hippopotamus and crocodile, from their daily svi. 20. The Arabians have one among their 500 mischiefs and ravages around him; it is very names for the lion, which signifies “the hunter by accountable why he should permit them to take moon-shine."

place. Ver. 322.] Cephesi glaciale caput quo suetos an

helam Ferre sitim Python, amnemque avertere ponto.

ON DR. YOUNG'S TRANSLATION OF
Stat. Theb, v. 349.

PART OF JOB.
Qui spiris tegeret montes, hauriret hiatu
Flumina, &c.

Claud. Pref. in Ruf. The poem, which, originally great, Let not then this hyberbole seem too much for Had long sustain'd poor Job's unhappy fate, an eastern poet, though some commentators of Fallen froin its grandeur, clad in mean array, name strain hard in this place for a new construc- And in the dust of prose inglorious lay; tion, through fear of it.

Like him now shines, with former greatness blest, Ver. 323.) The taking of the crocodile is most And in its native majesty confest. difficult. Diodorus says, they are not to be taken but by iron nets. When Augustus conquered Eygpt, he struck a medal, the impress of which was a crocodile chained to a palm-tree, with this inscription,

MISCELLANIES. Nemo antea religavit.

Ver. 339.] This alludes to a custom of this creature, which is, when sated with tish, to come ashore

ON MICHAEL ANGELO'S FAMOUS PIECE and sleep among the reeds.

OF THE CRUCIFIXON; Ver. 353.] The crocodile's mouth is exceedingly wide. When he gapes, says Pliny, sit totum os.

WHO IS SAID TO HAVE STABBED A PERSON THAT XE Martial says to his old woman,

MICHT DRAW IT MORE NATURALLY I. Cum comparata rictibus tuis ora

Whilst his Redeemer on his canvass dies, Niliaeus habet crocodilus angusta ;

Stabb'd at his feet his brother weltering lies : so that the expression here is barely just.

The daring artist, cruelly serene, Ver. 364.] This too is nearer truth than at first Views the pale cheek and the distorted mien; view may be imagined. The crocodile, say the na

He drains off life by drops, and, deaf to cries, turalists, lying long under water, and being there

Examines every spirit as it flies : forced to hold its breath, when itemerges, the breath

He studies torment, dives in mortal woe, long represt is hot, and bursts out so violently, that To rouse up every pang repeats his blow; it resembles fire and smoke. The horse suppresses

Each rising agony, each dreadful grace, not his breath by any means so long, neither is he Yet warm transplanting to his Saviour's face. so fierce and animated ; yet the most correct of Oh glorious theft! oh nobly wicked draught! poets ventures to use the same metaphor concern

With its full charge of death each feature franght, ing him:

Such wondrous force the magie colours boast,

From his own skill he starts in horrour lost. Collectumque premens volvit sub naribus ignem.

By this and the foregoing note I would cau- Though the report was propagated wit!jout the tion against a false opinion of the eastern boldness least truth, it inay be sufficient ground to justify'a from passages in them ill understood

poetical fancy's enlarging on it.

1

TO MR. ADDISON,

ON

THE TRAGEDY OF CATO. What do we see? Is Cato then become A greater name in Britain than in Rome ? Does mankind now admire his virtues more, Though Lucan, Horace, Virgil, wrote before ? How will posterity this truth explain? • Cato begins to live in Anna's reign." The world's great chiefs, in council or in arms, Rise in your lines with inore exalted charms; Illustrious deeds in distant nations wrought, And virtues by departed heroes tanght, Raise in your soul a pure immortal taine, Adorn your life, and consecrate your fame; To your renown all ages you subdue,

Cæsar fought, and Cato bled for you. All Souls Coll. Oxon.

EPITAPH
ON LORD AUBREY BEAUCLERK,

IN WESTMINSTER-ABBEY, 1740.
Whilst Britain boasts her empire o'er the deep,
This marble shall compel the brave to weep:
As men, as Britons, and as soldiers, mourn;
'Tis dauntless, loyal, virtuous Beauclerk's urn.
Sweet were his manners, as his soul was great,
And ripe bis worth, though immature his fate;
Each tender grace that joy and love inspires,
Living, he mingled with his martial fires :
Dying, he bid Britannia's thunders roar;
And Spain still felt him, when he breath'd no more.

:

HISTORICAL EPILOGUE TO THE

BROTHERS.

A TRAGEDY.

EPITAPH
AT WELWYN, HERTFORDSHIRE.
If fond of what is rare, attend !
Here lies an honest man,

Of perfect piety,
Of lamblike patience,

My friend, James Barker ;
To whom I pay this mean memorial,
For what deserves the greatest.

An example
Which shone through all the clouds of fortune,

Industrious in low estate, The lesson and reproach of those above bim.

To lay this little stone

Is my ambition ;

While others rear
The polish'd marbles of the great!

Vain pompi
A turf o'er virtue charms us more.

E. Y. 1749.

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Ai Epilogue, through custom, is your right,
But ne'er perhaps was needful till this night:
To night the virtuous falls, the guilty flies,
Ġuilt's dreadful close our narrow scene denies.
In history's authentic record read
What ample vengeance gluts Demetrius' shade;
Vengeance so great, that, when his tale is told,
With pity some e'en Perseus may behold.

Perseus surviv'd, indeed, and fill'd the throne, But ceaseless cares in conquest made him groan : Nor reign'd he long; from Rome swift thunder

flew, And headlong from his throne the tyrant threw : Thrown headlong down, by Rome in triumph

led, For this night's deed his perjur'd bosom bled : His brother's ghost each moment made him start, And all his father's anguish rent his heart. When, rob'd in black, bis children round him

hung, And their rais'd arms in early sorrow wrung ; The younger smil'd, unconscious of their woe ; At which thy tears, O Rome! began to flow; So sad the scene! What then must Perseus feel, To see Jove's race attend the victor's wheel : To see the slaves of his worst foes increase, From such a source !-An emperor's embrace! He sicken'd soon to death; and, what is worse, He well deserv'd, and felt, the coward's curse; Unpitier, scorn'd, insulted his last hour, Par, far from home, and in a vassal's power : His palecheek rested on his shameful chain, No friend to mourn, no flatterer to feign; No suit retards, no comfort soothes his doom, And not one tear bedews a monarch's tomb. Nor ends it thus dire vengeance to complete, His antient empire falling shares his fate : His tbrone forgot! his weeping country chain'd! And nations ask-where Alexander reign'd. As public woes a prince's crime pursue, So public blessings are his virtue's due. Shout, Britons, shout-auspicious fortune bless! And cry, Long live-Our tille to success /

O LONG with me in Oxford groves confin'd, In social arts and sacred friendship join'd; Fair Isis' sorrow,

and fair Isis' boast, Lost from her side, but fortunately lost;

+ Lord Aubrey Beauclerk was the eighth son of the duke of St. Alban's, who was one of the sons of king Charles the Second. He was born in the year 1711; and, being regularly bred to the sea service, in 1731 he was appointed to the command of his majesty's ship the Ludlow Castle ; and be cummanded the Prince Frederick at the attack of the harbour of Carthagena, March 24, 1741. This young nobleman was one of the most promising commanders in the king's service. When on the desperate attack of the castle of Bocca Chica, at the entrance of the said harbour, he lost his life, both his legs being first shot off. The prose part of the inscription on his monument was the production of Mrs. Mary Jones of Oxford; who also wrote a poem on his death, printed in her Miscellanies, 8vo. 1752. R.

Thy wonted aid, my dear companion ! bring, Full-blown ere noon her fragrant pride displays, And teach me thy departed friend tu sing :

And shows th' abundance of her purple rays.
A darling theme! once powerful to inspire,

Wit, as her bays, was once a barren tree;
And now to melt, the Moses' mournful choir : We now, surpris'd, her fruitful branches see ;
Now, and now first, we freely dare commend Or, orange-like, till his auspicious time
His modest worth, nor shall our praise offend. It grew indeed, but shiver'd in our clime :

Early he bloom'd amid the learned train, He first the plant to richer gardens led,
And ravish'd Isis listen'd to his strain.

And fix'd, indulgent, in a warmer bed :
"Sce, see," she cried, “old Maro's Muse appears, the nation, pleas'd, enjoys the rich produce,
Wak'd from her slumber of two thousand years : And gathers from her ornament her use.
Her finish'd charms to Addison she brings,

When loose from public cares the grove he sought,
Thinks in his thought, and in his numbers sings. And fill'd the leisure interval with thought,
All read transported his pure classic page; The various labours of his easy page,
Read, and forget their climate and their age.” A chance amu ement, polish'd half an age.

The state, when now his rising fame was known, Beyond this truth old bards could scarce invent, Th’ unrival'd genius challeng'd for her own, Who durst to frame a world by accident. Nor would that one, for scenes for action strong, What he has sung, how early, and how well, Should let a life evaporate in song. (pense, The Thames shall boast, and Roman Tiber tell. As health and strength the brightest charms dis- A glory more sublime remains in store, Wit is the blossom of the soundest sense :

Since such his talents, that he sung no more. Yet few, how few, with lufty thoughts inspir’d, No fuller proof of power th' Almighty gave, With quickness pointed, and with rapture fir'd, Making the sea, than curbing her prond wave. In conscious pride their own importance find, Nought can the genius of his works transceud, Blind to themselves, as the hard world is blind! But their fair purpose and important end; Wit they esteem a gay but worthless power, To rouse the war for injur'd Europe's laws, The slight ainusement of a leisure hour;

To steel the patriot in great Brunswick's canse; Unmindful that, conceal'd from vulgar eyes, With virtue's charms to kindie sacred love, Majestic Wisdom wears the bright disguise. Or paint th' eternal bowers of bliss above. Poor Dido fondled thus, with idle joy,

Where hadst thon room, great author! where to roll Dread Cupid, lurking in the Trojan boy ;

The mighty theme of an immortal soul? (brought Lightly she toy'd and tritled with his charms, Through paths unknown, unbeaten, whence wero And knew out that a god was in her arins.

Thy proofs so strong for immaterial thought ? Who greatest excellence of thought could boast, One let me join, all other inay excel, In action, too, have been distinguish'd most : “ How could a mortal essence think so well ?” This Sommers' knew, and Addison sent forth

But why so large in the great writer's praise ? From the inalignant regions of the north,

More lofty subjects should my numbers raise; To be matur'd in more indulgent skies,

In him (illustrious rivalry! contend Where all the viguur of the soul can rise ;

The statesunan, patriot, Christian, and the friend ! Through warmer veins where sprightlier spirits run, His glory such, it borders on disgrace And sense enliven'd sparkles in the Sun.

To say be sung the best of human race. With secret pain the prudent patriot gave

In joy once join'd, in sorrow now for years, The hopes of Britain to the rolling wave,

Partner in grief, and brother of my tears, Anxious, the charge to all the stars resign'd, Tickell! accept this verse, thy mournful due; And plac'd'a confidence in sea and wind.

Thou further shalt the sacred theme pursue ; Ausonia soon receiv'd her wondering guest, And, as thy strain describes the matchless man, And equal wonder in her turn confess'd,

Thy life shall second what thy Muse began. To see her fervours rival'd by the pole,

Though sweet the numbers, though a fire divine Her lustre beaming from a northern soul :

Dart through the whole, and burn in every lme, In-like surprise was her Æneas lost,

Who strives not for that excellence he draws, To find his picture grace a foreign coast.

Is stain'd by fame, and suffers from applause. Now the wide field of Europe be surveys,

But baste to thy illustrious task ; prepare
Compares her kings, her thrones and empires weighs, The noble work well trusted to thy care,
le ripen'd judgment and consummate thought; The gift? bequeath'd by Addison's cominand,
Great work ! by Nassau's favour cheaply bought. To Craggs made sacred by his dying hand.
He now returns to Britain a support,

Collect the labours, join the various rays,
Wise in her senate, graceful in her court; The scatter'd light in ore united blaze;
And when the public welfare would permit, Then bear to him so true, so truly lov'd,
The source of learning, and the soul of wit. In life distinguish'd, and in death approv'd,
o Warwick ! (whom the Muse is fond to name, Th’immortal legacy. He hangs a-while
And kindles, conscious of her future theme) In generous anguish o'er the glorious pile;
O Warwick ! by divine contagion bright!

With anxious pleasure the known page reviews,
How early didst thou catch bis radiant light! And the dear pledge with falling tears bedews.
By him inspird, how shine before thy time, What though thy tears, pour'd o'er thy godlike
And leave thy years, and leap into thy prime! Thy other cares for Britain's weal suspend? (friend,

On some warm bank, thus, fortunately born, Think not, O patriot! while thy eyes o'erflow, A rose-bud opens to a summer's morn,

Those cares suspended for a private woe;

Thy love to him is to thy country shown; 'Lord Sommers procured a pension fur Mr. He mourns for her, who mourns for Addison. Addison, which enabled him to prosecute his travels. R

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REFLECTIONS ON THE PUBLIC SITUATION With one foot planted on the continent ;

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OF THE KINGDOM.

Yet be not wholly wrapp'd in public cares,
Though such high cares should call as call’dof late,

The cause of kings and emperors adjourn,
THE DUKE OF NEWCASTLE.

And Europe's little balance drop a while ;
Holles ! immortal in far more than fame! For greater drop it: ponder and adjust
Be thou illustrious in far more than power.

The rival interests and conterding claims Great things are small when greater rise to view. Of life and death, of now and of for-ever; Though station'd high, and press'd with publie cares, Sublimest theme; and needful as sublime. Disdain not to peruse my serious song,

Thus great Eliza's oracles renown'd, Which peradventure may push by the world : Thus Walsingham and Raleigh (Britain's boasts !), Of a few moments rob Britannia's weal,

Thus every statesman thought that ever--died. and leave Europa's counsels less mature !

There's inspiration in a sable hour, For thou art noble, and the theme is great. And Death's approach makes politicians wise. Nor shall or Europe or Britannia blame

When thunderstruck, that eagle Wolsey fell ; Thide absent ear, but gain by the delay.

When royal favour, as an ebbing sea,
Long vers'd in senates and in cabinets,

Like a leviathan, his grandeur left,
States' intricate demands and high debates ! His gasping grandeur! naked on the strand,
As thou of use to those, so this to thee;

Naked of human, doubtful of divine,
And in a point that empire far outweighs, Assistance; no more wallowing in his wealth,
That far outweighs al Europe's thrones in one. Spouting proud foams of insolence no more,
Let greatness prove its title to be great.

On what, then, smote his heart, uncardinal'd, 'Tis Power's supreme prerogative to stamp And sunk beneath the level of a man ! On others' minds an image of its own.

On the grand article, the sum of things ! Bend the strong influence of high place, to stem The point of the first magnitude! that point The stream that sweeps away the country's weal; | Tubes mounted in a court, but rarely reach; The Stygian stream, the torrent of our guilt. Some painted cloud still intercepts their sight. Far as thou mayst give life to virtue's cause; First right to judge; then choose; then persevere, Let not the ties of personal regard

Steadfast, as if a crown or mistress call'd. Betray the nation's trust to feeble hands :

These, these are politics will stand the test, Let not fomented fames of private pique

When finer politics their masters.sting, Prey on the vitals of the public good :

And statesmen fain would shrink to common men. Let not our streets with blasphemies resound, These, these are politics will answer now, Nor lewdness whisper where the laws can reach : (When coinmon men would fain to statesmen swell) Let not best laws, the wisdom of our sires,

Beyond a Machiavel's or Tencin's scheme. Turn satires on their sunk degenerate sons, All safety rests on honest counsels : these The bastards of their blood ! and serve no point Immortalize the statesman, bless the state, But, with more emphasis to call them fools: Make the prince triumph, and the people smile ; Let not our rank enormnities unhinge

In peace rever'd, or terrible in arms,
Britannia's welfare from divine support.

Close-leagued with an invincible ally,
Such deeds the minister, the prince adorn; Which honest counsels never fail to fix
No power is shown but in such deeds as these: In favour of an unabandou'd land;
All, all is impntence but acting right; [power ? A land—that starts at such a land as this,
And wbere's the statesman but would show his A parliament, so principled, will sink
To prince and people thou, of equal zeal!

All antient schools of empire in disgrace,
Be it henceforward but thy second care

And Britain's glory, rising from the dead, To grace thy country, and support the throne; Will fill the world, loud Fame's superior seng. Though this supported, that adorn'd so well,

Britain !-that word pronounc'd is an alarm; A throne superior our first homage claims; It warms the blood, though frozen in our veins; To Cæsar's Cæsar our first tribute due:

Awakes the soul, and sends her to the field, A tribute which, unpaid, makes specious wrong Enamour'd of the glorious face of Death. And splendid sacrilege of all beside:

Britain !-there's noble magic in the sound. Ilustrious followers; we must first be just; O what illustrious images arise ! And what so just as awe for the Supreme? Embattled, round me, blaze the pomps of war! Less fear we rugged ruffians of the North,

By sea, by land, at home, in foreign climes, Than Virtue's well-clad rebels nearer home; What full-blown laurels on our fathers' brows! Less Loyola's disguis'd, all-aping sons,

Ye radiant trophies ! and imperial spoils ! Than traitors lurking in our appetites;

Ye scenes ! - astonishing to modern sight! Less all the legions Seine and Tagus send, Let me, at least, enjoy you in a dreamı. Than unrein'd passions rushing on our peace : Why vanish? Stay, ye godlike strangers! stay: Yon savage mountaineers are tame to these, Strangers !-( wrong my countrymen: they wake; Against those rioters send forth the laws,

High beats the pulse : the noble pulse of war And break to Reason's yoke their wild careers. Beats to that antient measure, that grand march

Prudence for all things points the proper hour, Which then prevail'd, when Britain highest soar'd, Though some seem more importunate and great. And every battle paid for heroes slain. Though Britain's generous views and interests spread No more our great forefathers stain our cheeks Beyond the narrow circle of her shores,

With blushes; their renown our shame no more. And their grand entries make on distant lands; In military garb, and sudden arms, Though Britain's genius the wide wave bestrides, Op starts Old Britain; crosiers are laid by ;

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