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Presume not to bright crowns of thy entwining,
Yet in my mind I bear
Gifts nobler and more rare
Thy chances bright and fair,
The aspect pale of miserable care:
Her mighty enemy at last
Over the ruins vast
Upon the Memphian shore,
Steep'd treasonously in great Pompey's gore, Nor that for rigid Calo's death abhorrd;
Nor that which in the hand 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 doth exterminate ; Incapable art thou 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."
She kindled at my words and flamed, as when
A cruel star hath wide dispread
Its locks of bloody red,
Of wandering Scythians fears,
Of their encircling spears
From 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 its dark and bloody water; Full vengeance wreak'd I for the affront Done Neptune at the fetter'd Hellespont.
Then sprang she on her flight,
Furious, and at her call, Upon my cottage did the storms alight,
Did hurricanes and thunders fall. But I, with brow serene,
Beheld the angry hail
And lightning flashing pale, Devour the promise green
Of my poor native vale.
THE MERRY HEART. I would not from the wise require The lumber of their learned lore; Nor would I from the rich desire A single counter of their store. For I have ease, and I have health, And I have spirits, light as air; And more than wisdom, more than wealth, A merry heart, that laughs at care.
"To the Nile then did I go,
The fatal collar wound
The fair neck of the Egyptian Queen around;
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
“ 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 to equal shame,
So now from idle wishes clear
Yet, wrap me in your sweetest dream, Ye social feelings of the mind, Give, sometimes give, your sunny gleam, And let the rest good-humour find. Yes, let me hail and welcome give To every joy my lot may share, And pleased and pleasing let me live With merry heart, that laughs at care.
Went with blithe dance, and music's sprightly
Clung with their hands, and cower'd within their vests. Forth stalk'd the mighty Mars, and the fell work
THE TAKING OF TROY.
CHORUS FROM THE TROADES OF EURIPIDES.
A sad, unwonted song,
THE SLAVE SHIP.
I too, with shriek and frantic cry,
(Founded on the following fact :-"The case of the Rodeur, mentioned by Lord Lansdowne. A dreadful ophthalmia prevailed among the slaves on board this ship, wbich was communicated 19 the crew, so that there was but a single man who could see to guide the vessel into port."--Quurt. Reo. vol. 26, p. 71.)
OLD, sightless man, unwont art thou,
As blind men use, at noon To sit and sun thy tranquil brow,
And hear the birds' sweet tune.
Shouted all the people loud,
There's something heavy at thy heart,
Thou dost not join the pray'r ; Even at God's word thou 'lt writhe and start,
“Oh! man of God, beware!" “ If thou didst hear what I could say,
"Twould make thee doubt of grace, And drive me from God's house away,
Lest I infect the place.”
Christ's blood may not atone:"
This desperate heart.”—“Say on." “The skies were bright, the seas were calm,
We ran before the wind,
Came fragrant from behind.
Was gaily drawn and quaff'd, And when the hollow groan came up
From the dark hold, we laugh'd. “For deep below, and all secure,
Our living freight was laid,
We had driven our awful trade.
Man, woman, nursling child,
" At one short gust of that close air
The sickening cheek grew pale ; We lurn'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,
Or some low sob of woe.
In heaps we saw them lie,
From many a blood-red eye.
To catch their scanty meal;
Some well-known touch to feel.
That seals the orbs of sight;
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.
"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 sail.
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,-speak it out I must,“A lawless, execrable thought,
That scarce could be withstood, Before my loathing fancy brought
* 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.
“And all, sa ve l alone, could die
Thus on death's verge and brink All thoughtless, feelingless, could lie
I still must feel and think.
" Yet every eve some eyes did close
Upon the sunset bright, And when the glorious morn arose,
It bore to them no light.
"At length, when ages had passid o'er,
Ages, it seem'd, of night, There came a shock, and then a roar Of billows in their might.
DEBORAH'S HYMN OF TRIUMPH.
Thus sang Deborah and Barak, son of Abinoam,
“I know not how, when next I woke,
The numb waves wrapp'd me round,
A dizzy, bubbling sound.
Stood round-a Christian crew;
That since those days I knew.
Where raving madmen lay,
And I as mad as they.
The worm, nor slakes the flame,
The judge's wrath to claim.
Than see what I have seen;
Than be-where I have been.
I've heard thy gasps of fear ;-
I may not-will not hear!”
Hear, ye kings! give ear, ye princes!
In the days of Shamgar, son of Anath,
They chose new gods :
THE LOVE OF GOD.
My soul is yours, ye chiefs of Israel! 1.
the self-devoted of the people, Love Thee!-oh, Thou, the world's eternal Sire!
the Lord with me' Whose palace is the vast infinity,
Ye that ride upon the snow-white asses;
Ye that plod on foot the open way,
Come, meditate the song.
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,
plains, Commence and close their cycles :-lost, I bend To earth my prostrate soul, and shudder and adore !
And enter their deserted gates the people of Jehovah. JI
Awake, Deborah ! awake! Love Thee!-oh, clad in human lowliness,
Awake, 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 Thce! 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 flows;
strong. The blind their eyes, that laugh with light, unclose; And babes, unchid, Thy garment's hem caress. First Ephraim, from the Mount of Amalek, - 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
BOOK OF JEREMIAH.
How solitary doth she sit, the many-peopled city!
She is become a widow, the great among the Nations; And Dan, why dwellid he among his ships ?
The Queen among the provinces, how is she tributary? And Asser dwellid in his sea-shore havens, And sate upon his rock precipitous.
Weeping—weeps she all the night; the tears are on But Zebulon was a death-defying people,
her cheeks; 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 monr: none come up to her feasts, For the golden booty that they won not.
All her gates are desolate; and her Priests do sigh;
Her virgins wail! herself, she is in bitterness.- 4.
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.
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,
ij. 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,
üi. 10 Her right hand to the workman's hammerThen Sisera she smote--she clave his head
My eyes do fail with lears; 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 boson. 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 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. It adheres to the original language, excepting where an occasional word is, but rarely. Those brought up in scarlet, even those embrace the inserted, for the sake of perspicuity.
iv. 3, 4, 5