FROM JOB. 1. A SPIRIT pass'd before me: I beheld Deep sleep came down on every eye save mine- 2. "Is man more just than God? Is man more pure "Than he who deems even Seraphs insecure? "Creatures of clay-vain dwellers in the dust! "The moth survives you, and are ye more just? Things of a day! you wither ere the night, "Heedless and blind to Wisdom's wasted light!" "THE Emperor Nepos was acknowledged by the Senate, “ by the Italians, and by the Provincials of Gaul; his moral "virtues, and military talents, were loudly celebrated; and "those who derived any private benefit from his government "announced in prophetic strains the restoration of public felicity. 66 "By this shameful abdication, he protracted his life a few 66 years, in a very ambiguous state, between an Emperor and "an Exile, till– Gibbon's Decline and Fall, vol. vi. p. 220. ODE ΤΟ NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE. 1. 'Tis done but yesterday a King! And arm'd with Kings to strive— And now thou art a nameless thing So abject-yet alive! Is this the man of thousand thrones, Who strew'd our Earth with hostile bones, And can he thus survive? Since he, miscall'd the Morning Star, Nor man nor fiend hath fallen so far. 2. Ill-minded man! why scourge thy kind By gazing on thyself grown blind, With might unquestion'd,-power to save- 3. Thanks for that lesson-it will teach To after-warriors more Than high Philosophy can preach, And vainly preach'd before. That spell upon the minds of men That led them to adore Those Pagod things of sabre-sway, With fronts of brass, and feet of clay. |