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Presume not to bright crowns of thy entwining,

Yet in my mind I bear

Gists nobler and more rare
Than the kingdoms thou canst lavish,
Gifts thou canst nor give nor ravish :
And though my spirit may not comprehend

Thy chances bright and fair, l'et neither doth her sight offend

The aspect pale of miserable care:
Horror to her is not
or this coarse raiment, and this humble cot;
She with the golden Muses doth abide,
And oh! the darling children of thy pride
Shall then be truly glorified,
When they may merit to be wrapt around
With my Poesy's eternal sound.”

Her mighty enemy at last A shape of mockery was made : Then miserably pleased, Her fierce and ancient vengeance she appeased; And even drew a sigh

Over the ruins vast of the deep-hated Latin majesty. I will not call to mind the horrid sword

Upon the Memphian shore,

Steep'd treasonously in great Pompey's gore ; Nor that for rigid Cato's death abhorrid;

Nor that which in the band of Brutus wore The first deep colouring of a Cæsar's blood. Nor will I honour thee with thy high mood of wrath, that kingdoms duth exterminate ; Incapable art ihou of my great hate, As my great glories. Therefore shall be thine Of my revenge a slighter sign; Yet will I make its fearful sound Hoarse and slow rebound, Till seem the gentle pipings low To equal the fierce trumpet's brazen glow."

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She kindled at my words and flamed, as when

A cruel star hath wide dispread

Its locks of bloody red,
She burst in wrathful menace then:
“Me fears the Dacian, the band

Of wandering Scythians fears,
Me the rough mothers of Barbaric kings;
In woe and dread amid the rings

of their encircling spears
The purple tyrants stand ;
And a shepherd here forlorn
Treats my proffer'd boons with scorn.
And fears he not my wrath?
And knows he not my works of scathe;
Nor how with angry foot I went,
Of every province in the Orient,
Branding the bosom with deep tracks of death?

Frorn three Empresses I rent The tresses and imperial wreath,

And bared them to the pitiless element. Well I remember when his armed grasp

From Asia stretch'd, rash Xerxes took his stand Upon the formidable bridge to clasp

And manacle sad Europe's trembling hand: In the great day of battle there was I,

Busy with myriads of the Persian slaughter, The Salaminian sea's fair face to dye,

That yet admires ils dark and bloody water; Full vengeance wreak'd I for the affront Done Neptune at the fetter'd Hellespont.

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“ To the Nile then did I go,

The fatal collar wound

The fair neck of the Egyptian Queen around;
And I the merciless poison made to flow
Into her breast of snow.
Ere that within the mined cave,

I forced dark Afric's valour stoop

Confounded, and its dauntless spirit droop, When to the Carthaginian brave, With mine own hand, the hemlock draught I gave.

At once, 't is true, two 'witching eyes
Surprised me in a luckless season,
Turn'd all my mirth to lonely sighs,
And quite subdued my better reason.
Yet 't was but love could make me grieve,
And love you know 's a reason fair,
And much improved, as I believe,
The merry heart, that laugh'd at care.

* And Rome through me the ravenous flame

In the heart of her great rival, Carthage, cast, That went through Libya wandering, a scorn'd shade, Till, sunk lo equal shame,

So now from idle wishes clear
I make the good I may not find ;
Adown the stream I gently steer,
And shift my sail with every wind.
And half by nature, half by reason,
Can sull with pliant heart prepare,
The mind, attuned to every season,
The merry heart, that laughs at care.

Yet, wrap me in your sweetest dream, Went with blithe dance, and music's sprightly Ye social feelings of the mind,

sound, Give, sometimes give, your sunny gleam, When, all at once, the frantic cry of slaughter And let the rest good-humour find.

All through the wide and startled city ran! Yes, let me hail and welcome give

The shudd'ring infants on their mothers' breasts To every joy my lot may share,

Clung with their hands, and cower'd within their vests. And pleased and pleasing let me live Forth stalk'd the mighty Mars, and the fell work With merry heart, that laughs at care.

The work of Pallas in her ire !
Then round each waning altar-fire,
Wild Slaughter, drunk with Phrygian blood,

And murtherous Desolation strew'd;

Where, on her couch of slumber laid,
CHORUS FROM THE TROADES OF EURIPIDES. Was wont 10 rest the tender maid,
A SAD, unwonted song,

To warrior Greece the crown of triumph gave,
O'er lion, Muse! prolong,

The last full anguish to the Phrygian slave!
Mingled with tears of woe,

The funeral descant slow.
I too, with shriek and frantic cry,

Take up the dismal melody ;
How, lost through that strange four-wheel'd car,
Stern Argo's captive chains we wear,

(Founded on the following fact :-"The case of the Rodeur, What time the Greek, or ere he fled

mentioned by Lord Lansdowne. A dreadful ophthalmia pre

vailed among the slaves on board this ship, which was comLeft at our gate the armed steed,

municated to the crew, so that there was but a single man who Menacing the heavens with giant height,

could see to guide the vessel into port."-Quart. Rev. vol. And all with golden housings bright.

26, p. 71.) Shouted all the people loud,

OLD, sightless man, unwont art thou, On the rock-built height that stood,

As blind men use, at noon “Come," they sang, and on they prest,

To sit and sun thy tranquil brow, “Come, from all our toils released,

And hear the birds' sweet tune.
Lead the blest image to the shrine
Of her, the Jove-born Trojan maid diyine !"

There 's something heavy at thy heart,

Thou dost not join the pray'r ; Linger'd then what timorous maid ?

Even at God's word thou 'll writhe and start, Her age his tardy steps delay'd ;

“Oh! man of God, beware!" With gladsome shout, and jocund song,

“ If thou didst hear what I could say, They drew their treacherous fate along!

'T would make thee doubt of grace, And all the Phrygian rout Through every gate rush'd out.

And drive me from God's house away,

Lest I infect the place."
On the dangerous gift they lead,
The beauty of th' unyoked, immortal steed,

Say on; there's nought of human sin,
With its ambush'd warrior freight,

Christ's blood may not atone." Argos' pride and Ilion's fate.

“Thou canst not read what load's within Round the stately horse, and round

This desperate heart.”—“Say on.”
Cord and cable soon they wound;
And drag it on, like pinnace dark

“The skies were bright, the seas were calm, Of some tall and stately bark,

We ran before the wind, To the temple's marble floor,

That, bending Afric's groves of palm, Soon to swim with Trojan gore.

Came fragrant from behind. O'er the toil, the triumph, spread

“And merry sang our crew, the cup Silent night her curtain'd shade;

Was gaily drawn and quaff'd,

And when the hollow groan came up
But Libyan pipes still sweetly rang,

From the dark hold, we laugh'd.
And many a Phrygian air they sang;
And maidens danced with airy feet,

“For deep below, and all secure, To the jocund measures sweet.

Our living freight was laid, And every house was blazing bright,

And long with ample gain, and sure,
As the glowing festival light

We had driven our awful trade.
Its rich and purple splendour stream'd,
Where the mantling wine-cup gleam'd.

“ They lay, like bales, in stifling gloom,

Man, woman, nursling child, But I, the while, the palace-courts around,

As in some plague-struck city's tomb Hymning the mountain queen, Jove's virgin daughter, The loathsoine dead are piled.


* At one short gust of that close air

The sickening cheek grew pale ; We turn'd away—'t was all our care,

Heaven's sweet breath to inhale. « 'Mid howl and yell, and shuddering moan,

The scourge, the clanking chain, The cards were dealt, the dice were thrown,

We staked our share of gain. “ Soon in smooth Martinico's coves

Our welcome bark shall moor, Or underneath the citron-groves

That wave on Cuba's shore. “ 'T was strange, ere many days were gone,

How still grew all below,
The wailing babe was heard alone,

Or some low sob of woe.
“ Into the dusky hold we gazed,

In heaps we saw them lie,
And dim, unmeaning looks were raised

From many a blood-red eye.
“And helpless hands were groping round

To catch their scanty meal;
Or at some voice's well-known sound,

Some well-known touch to feel.
“ And still it spread, the blinding plague

That seals the orbs of sight;
The eyes were rolling, wild and vague;

Within was black as night. “ They dared not move, they could not weep,

They could but lie and moan; Some, not in mercy, to the deep,

Like damaged wares, were thrown. “We cursed the dire disease that spread,

And cross'd our golden dream ; Those goldless men did quake with dread

To hear us thus blaspheme. “ And so we drank, and drank the more,

And each man pledged his mate; Here's better luck, from Gambia's shore,

When next we load our freight. “ Another morn, but one-the bark

Lurch'd heavy on her wayThe steersman shriek'd, Hell's not so dark

As this dull murky day.' “ We look'd, and red through films of blood

Glared forth his angry eye: Another, as he mann'd the shroud,

Came toppling from on high.
“Then each alone his hammock made,

As the wild beast his lair,
Nor friend his nearest friend would aid,

In dread his doom to share.
“ Yet every eve some eyes did close

Upon the sunset bright,
And when the glorious morn arose,

It bore to them no light.

"Till I, the only man, the last

Of that dark brotherhood,
To guide the helm, to rig the mast,

To tend the daily food. “ I felt it film, I felt it grow,

The dim and misty scale,
I could not see the compass now,

I could not see the sail.
“The sea was all a wavering fog,

The sun a hazy lamp, As on some pestilential bog,

The wandering wild-fire damp“And there we lay, and on we drove,

Heaved up, and pitching down; Oh! cruel grace of Him above,

That would not let us drown. “And some began to pray for fear,

And some began to swear; Methought it was most dread to hear

Upon such lips the prayer. " And some would fondly speak of home,

The wife's, the infant's kiss; Great God! that parents e'er should come

On such a trade as this! “And some I heard plunge down beneath,

And drown-that could not I: Oh! how my spirit yearn'd for death,

Yet how I fear'd to die! “We heard the wild and frantic shriek

Of starving men below, We heard them strive their bonds to break,

And burst the hatches now. “We thought we heard them on the stair,

And trampling on the deck, I almost felt their blind despair,

Wild grappling at my neck. “Again I woke, and yet again,

With throat as dry as dust, And famine in my heart and brain,

And,-speak it out I must,"A lawless, execrable thought,

That scarce could be withstood, Before my loathing fancy brought

Unutterable food. “ No more, my brain can bear no more,

Nor more my tongue can tell ; I know I breathed no air, but bore

A sick'ning grave-like smell.

“And all, save I alone, could die

Thus on death's verge and brink All thoughtless, feelingless, could lie

I still must feel and think.

“At length, when ages had pass'd o'er,

Ages, it seem'd, of night, There came a shock, and then a roar or billows in their might.

“I know not how, when next I woke, The numb waves wrapp'd me round,

DEBORAH'S HYMN OF TRIUMPH. And in my loaded ears there broke

Thus sang Deborah and Barak, son of Abinoam, A dizzy, bubbling sound.

In the day of victory thus they sang : “ Again I woke, and living men

That Israel hath wrought her mighly vengeance, Stood rounda Christian crew; That the willing people rush'd to battle, The first, the last, of joy was then, Oh, therefore, praise Jehovah! That since those days I knew.

Hear, ye kings! give ear, ye princes! "I've been, I know, since that black tide, I to Jehovah, I will lift the song, Where raving madmen lay,

I will sound the harp to Jehovah, God of Israel ! Above, beneath, on ev'ry side,

Jehovah! when thou wentest forth from Seir!
And I as mad as they.

When thou marchedst through the fields of Edom !

Quaked the earth, and pour'd the heavens, “And I shall be where never dies

Yea, the clouds pour'd down with water:
The worm, nor slakes the flame,

Before Jehovah's face the mountains melted,
When those two hundred souls shall rise,

That Sinai before Jebovah's face,
The judge's wrath to claim.

The God of Israel.
"I'd rather rave in that wild room
Than see what I have seen;

In the days of Shamgar, son of Anath,
I'd rather meet my final doom.

In Jael's days, untrodden were the highways,
Than be—where I have been.

Through the winding by-path-stole the traveller;

Upon the plains deserted lay the hamlets,
« Priest, I've not seen thy loathing face, Even till that I, till Deborah arose,
I've heard thy gasps of fear ;-

Till I arose in Israel a mother.
Away—no word of hope or grace
I may not—will not hear!”

They chose new gods :
War was in all their gates!

Was buckler seen, or lance,

'Mong forty thousand sons of Israel ?

My soul is yours, ye chiefs of Israel!

And ye, the self-devoted of the people,
Love Thee ! -oh, Thou, the world's eternal Sire!

Praise ye the Lord with me!
Whose palace is the vast infinity,
Time, space, height, depth, oh God! are full of Thee, Ye that sit to judge on rich divans

Ye that ride upon the snow-white asses;
And sun-eyed seraphs tremble and admire.

Ye that plod on foot the open way,
Love Thee—but Thou art girt with vengeful fire,

Come, meditate the song.
And mountains quake, and banded nations flee,
And terror shakes the wide unfathom'd sea,
When the heavens rock with thy tempestuous ire.

For the noise of plundering archers by the wells of

water, Oh, Thou! too vast for thought to comprehend,

Now they meet and sing aloud Jehovah's righteous That wast ere time,-shalt be when time is o'er;

acts ; Ages and worlds begin-grow old-and end,

His righteous acts the hamlets sing upon the open Systems and suns thy changeless throne before, Commence and close their cycles :- lost, I bend


And enter their deserted gates the people of Jehovah. To earth my prostrate soul, and shudder and adore ! II

Awake, Deborah ! awake! Love Thee!-oh, clad in human lowliness,

A wake, uplift the song !
-In whom each heart its mortal kindred knows- Barak, awake! and lead your captives captive,
Our flesh, our form, our tears, our pains, our woes,- Thou son of Abinoam!
A fellow-wanderer o'er earth's wilderness!
Love Thee! whose every word but breathes to bless! With him a valiant few went down against the mighty,
Through Thee, from long-seal'd lips, glad language With me Jehovah's people went down against the

The blind their eyes, that laugh with light, unclose;
And babes, unchid, Thy garment's hem caress. First Ephraim, from the Mount of Amalek,
-I see Thee, doom'd by bitterest pangs to die,

And after thee, the bands of Benjamin!
Up the sad hill, with willing footsteps, move,

From Machir came the rulers of the people, With scourge, and taunt, and wanton agony,

From Zebulon those that bear the marshal's staff; While the cross nods, in hideous gloom, above, And Issachar's brave princes came with Deborah, Though all-even there—be radiant Deity! Issachar, the strength of Barak: -Speechless I gaze, and my whole soul is Love! They burst into the valley on his footsteps.

By Reuben's fountains there was deep debating

DOWNFALL OF JERUSALEM; FROM THE Why sat'st thou idle, Reuben, 'mid thy herd-stalls ?

Was it to hear the lowing of thy cattle?
By Reuben's fountains there was deep debating-

How solitary doth she sit, the many peopled city!

She is become a widow, the great among the Nations; And Gilead linger'd on the shores of JordanAnd Dan, why dwellid he among his ships ?

The Queen among the provinces, how is she tributary! And Asser dwell'd in his sea-shore havens, And sate upon his rock precipitous.

Weeping-weeps she all the night; the tears are on

her cheeks ; But Zebulon was a death-defying people, And Napthali from off the mountain heights.

From among all her lovers, she hath no comforter ;

Her friends have all dealt treacherously; they are Came the kings and fought,

become her foes.

i 1,2. Fought the kings of Canaan, By Tannach, by Megiddo's waters,

The ways of Sion mourn: none come up to her seasts, For the golden booty that they won not.

All her gates are desolate; and her Priests do sigb;

Her virgins wail! herself, she is in bitterness.-14. From the heavens they fought 'gainst Sisera, In their courses fought the stars against him:

He hath pluck'd up his garden-hedge, He hath de The torrent Kishon swept them down,

stroy'd His Temple ; That ancient river Kishon.

Jehovah hath forgotten made the solemn feast and So trample thou, my soul, upon their might.

Sabbath ;

And in the heat of ire He hath rejected King and Then stamp'd the clattering hoofs of prancing horses

Priest. At the flight, at the flight of the mighty.

The Lord his altar hath disdain'd, abhorred his Holy Curse ye Meroz, saith the angel of the Lord,

place, Curse, a twofold curse upon her dastard sons;

And to the adversary's hand given up his palace For they came not to the succour of Jehovah,

walls; To the succour of Jehovah 'gainst the mighty.

Our foes shout in Jehovah's house, as on a festal day. Above all women blest be Jael,

j. 7, & Heber the Kenite's wife, O'er all the women blest, that dwell in tents.

Her gates are sunk into the earth, he hath broke

through her bars; Water he ask'd-she gave him milk,

Her Monarch and her Princes are now among the The curded milk, in her costliest bowl.


The Law hath ceased; the Prophets find no vision Her left hand to the nail she set,

from Jehovah.

ii. 10. Her right hand to the workman's hammerThen Sisera she smote-she clave his head

My eyes do fail with tears; and troubled are my She bruised-she pierced his temples.

bowels; At her feet he bow'd; he fell; he lay;

My heart's blood gushes on the earth, for the daughAt her feet he bow'd; he fell;

ter of my people; Where he bow'd, there he fell dead.

Children and suckling babes lie swooning in the

squaresFrom the window she look'd forth, she cried, The mother of Sisera, through the lattice :

They say unto their Mothers, where is corn and wine! “Why is his chariot so long in coming ?

They swoon as they were wounded, in the city Why tarry the wheels of his chariot ?"

squares; Her prudent women answer'd her

While glides the soul away into their Mother's bosom. Yea, she herself gave answer to herself

ii. 11, 12 “ Have they not seized, not shared the spoil ? One damsel, or two damsels to each chief?

Even dragons, with their breasts drawn out, give suck To Sisera a many-coloured robe,

unto their young; A many-coloured robe, and richly broider'd, But cruel is my people's daughter, as the ostrich in Many-colour'd, and broider'd round the neck.”

the desert;

The tongues of sucking infants to their palates cleave Thus perish all thine enemies, Jehovah;

with thirst. And those who love thee, like the sun, shine forth, The sun in all its glory.*

Young children ask for bread, and no man breaks it

for them; * In the above translation an attempt is made to preserve those that fed on dainties are desolate in the streets; something like a rhythmical flow. I adheres to the original Those brought up in scarlet, even those embrace the Janguage, excepting where an occasional word is, but rarely, inserted, for the sake of perspicuity.


iv. 3, 4, 5.

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