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Presume not to bright crowns of thy entwining,

Yet in my mind I bear

Gifts 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,
Yet neither doth her sight offend

The aspect pale of miserable care:
Horror to her is not
of 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 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,
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?

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;
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 Jonely sighs.
And quite subdued my better reason.
Yet 't was but love could make me griere.
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 to 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 balf by nature, half by reason,
Can still with pliant beart prepare
The mind, altuned to every season,
The merry heart, that laughs at care.

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

When, all at once, the frantic cry of slaughter
All through the wide and startled city ran!
The shudd'ring infants on their mothers' breasts

Clung with their hands, and cower'd within their vests. Forth stalk'd the mighty Mars, and the fell work

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,
Was wont to rest the tender maid,
To warrior Greece the crown of triumph gave,
The last full anguish to the Phrygian slave!



A sad, unwonted song,
O'er Nion, Muse! prolong,
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,
What time the Greek, or ere he fled
Left at our gate the armed steed,
Menacing the heavens with giant height,
And all with golden housings bright.

(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.

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Shouted all the people loud,
On the rock-built height that stood,-
Come," they sang, and on they prest, -
Come, from all our toils released,
Lead the blest image to the shrine
Of her, the Jove.born Trojan maid divine !"
Linger'd then what timorous maid ?
Her age his tardy steps delay'd ;-
With gladsome shout, and jocund song,
They drew their treacherous fate along!
And all the Phrygian rout
Through every gate rush'd out.
On the dangerous gift they lead,
The beauty of th' unyoked, immortal steed,
With its ambush'd warrior freight,
Argos' pride and Ilion's fate.
Round the stately horse, and round
Cord and cable soon they wound;
And drag it on, like pinnace dark
Of some tall and stately bark,
To the temple's marble floor,
Soon to swim with Trojan gore.
O'er the toil, the triumph, spread
Silent night her curtain'd shade;
But Libyan pipes still sweetly rang,
And many a Phrygian air they sang;
And maidens danced with airy feet,
To the jocund measures sweet.
And every house was blazing bright,
As the glowing festival light
Its rich and purple splendour stream'd,
Where the manuling wine-cup gleam'd.
But I, the while, the palace-courts around,
Hymning the mountain queen, Jove's virgin daughter,

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.”
Say on; there 's nought of human sin,

Christ's blood may not atone:"
• Thou canst not read what load's within

This desperate heart.”—“Say on." “The skies were bright, the seas were calm,

We ran before the wind,
That, bending Afric's groves of palm,

Came fragrant from behind.
" And merry sang our crew, the cup

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,
And long with ample gain, and sure,

We had driven our awful trade.
“ They lay, like bales, in stifling gloom.

Man, woman, nursling child,
As in some plague-struck city's tomb
The loathsoine dead are piled.

" 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,
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.

"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.


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* 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.


Thus sang Deborah and Barak, son of Abinoam,
In the day of victory thus they sang :
That Israel hath wrought her mighty vengeance,
That the willing people rush'd to battle,
Oh, therefore, praise Jehovah!

“I know not how, when next I woke,

The numb waves wrapp'd me round,
And in my loaded ears there broke

A dizzy, bubbling sound.
“ Again I woke, and living men

Stood round-a Christian crew;
The first, the last, of joy was then,

That since those days I knew.
"I've been, I know, since that black tide,

Where raving madmen lay,
Above, beneath, on ev'ry side,

And I as mad as they.
“And I shall be where never dies

The worm, nor slakes the flame,
When those two hundred souls shall rise,

The judge's wrath to claim.
“I'd rather rave in that wild toom

Than see what I have seen;
I'd rather meet my final doom

Than be-where I have been.
“ Priest, I've not seen thy loathing face,

I've heard thy gasps of fear ;-
Away-no word of hope or grace-

I may not-will not hear!”

Hear, ye kings! give ear, ye princes!
I to Jehovah, I will lift the song,
I will sound the harp to Jehovah, God of Israel !
Jehovah! when thou wentest forth from Seir!
When thou marchedst through the fields of Edom !
Quaked the earth, and pour'd the heavens,
Yea, the clouds pour'd down with water:
Before Jehovah's face the mountains melted,
That Sinai before Jehovah's face,
The God of Israel.

In the days of Shamgar, son of Anath,
In Jael's days, untrodden were the highways,
Through the winding by-path stole the traveller;
Upon the plains deserted lay the hamlets,
Even till that I, till Deborah arose,
Till I arose in Israel a mother.

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! 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;
Time, space, height, depth, oh God! are full of Thee, Ye that sit to judge on rich divans
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,

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

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!
And Gilead linger'd on the shores of Jordan-

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.
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,

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,

from Jehovah.

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 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. 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.


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