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Mature in years, for sober wisdom famed, Without thy aid no glory shall be mine, Moved by the speech, Alethes here exclaim'd: Without thy dear advice no great desiga “Ye parent Gods! who rule the fate of Troy, Alike, through life esteem'd, thou god-li Still dwells the Dardan spirit in the boy ;
boy, When minds like these in striplings thus In war my bulwark, and in peace my joy
ye raise, Yours is the god-like act, be yours the praise; In gallant youth my fainting hopes revive, 1 To him Euryalus: "No day shall sham And Hion's wonted glories still survive." The rising glories, which from this I clair Then, in his warm embrace, the boys he Fortune may favour or the skies may from
| But valour, spite of fate, obtains renow And, quivering, strain'd them to his aged Yet, ere from hence our eager steps de que
One boon I beg, the nearest to my heart: With tears the burning cheek of each be- My mother sprung from Priam's royal line
Like thine ennobled, hardly less divine: And, sobbing, thus his first discourse re- Nor Troy, nor King Acestes' realms restri
Her feeble age from dangers of the main “What gift, my countrymen, what martial Alone she came, all selfish fears above,
A bright example of maternal love. Can we bestow, which you may not despise ? Unknown, the secret enterprize I brave Our deities the first, best boon have given, Lest grief should bend my parent to the Internal virtues are the gift of Heaven.
grave: What poor rewards can bless your deeds From this alone no fond adieus I seek.
No fainting mother's lips have prese'da Doubtless, await such young exalted worth;
cheek; Æneas and Ascanius shall combine By gloomy Night, and thy right hand, 179 To yield applause far, far surpassing mine." Her parting-tears would shake my pure Iulus then: “By all the powers above!
now, By those Penates who my country love; Do thou, my prince, her failing age sustas, By hoary Vesta's sacred fane, I swear, In thee her much-loved child may live agait, My hopes are all in you, ye generous pair! Her dying hours with pious conduct bles, Restore my father to my grateful sight, Assist her wants, relieve her fond distress And all my sorrows yield to one delight. So dear a hope must all my soul inflan. Nisus! two silver goblets are thine own, To rise in glory, or to fall in fame." Saved from Arisba's stately domes o'er-Struck with a filial care, so deeply felt
In tears at once the Trojan warriors mek; My sire secured them on that fatal day, Faster than all, lulus' eyes o'erflow; Nor left such bowls an Argive robber's prey. Such love was his, and such had been hispit Two massy tripods also shall be thine, "All thou hast ask'd, receive," the Prince Two talents polish'd from the glittering
Nor this alone, but many a gift beside: An ancient cup which Tyrian Dido gave, To cheer thy mother's years shall be my ais. While yet our vessels press'd the Punic Creusa's style but wanting to the date;
Fortune an adverse wayward course may rat But, when the hostile chiefs at length But bless'd thy mother in so dear a son.
bow down, Now, by my life, my Sire's most sacred oath, When great Æneas wears Hesperia's crown, To thee I pledge my full, my firmest troll, The casque, the buckler, and the fiery steed, All the rewards which once to thee Tek Which Turnus guides with more than
vow'd, mortal speed, If thou shonldst fall, on her shall be Are thine; no envious lot shall then be cast,
bestow'd." I pledge my word, irrevocably pass'd; Thus spoke the weeping Prince, then forth Nay more, twelve slaves and twice six
to view captive dames, A gleaming falchion from the sheath be To soothe thy softer hours with amorous |
Lycaon's utmost skill had graced the steel And all the realms which now the Latins For friends to envy and for foes to feel
A tawny hide, the Moorish lion's spoil. The labours of to-night shall well repay. Slain midst the forest, in the hunter's toll But thou, my generous youth, whose tender Mnestheus,to guard the elder youth besto
And old Alethes' casque defends his brows: Are near my own, whose worth my heart Arm'd, thence they go, while all
reveres, Henceforth, affection sweetly thus begun, To aid their cause, implore the gods in tar Shall join our bosoms and our souls in one; | More than a boy, in wisdom and in gran
ns holds amidst the chiefs his place; i Nor less the other's deadly vengeance - prayers he sends, but what can prayers
But falls on feeble crowds without a name; t in the murmurs of the sighing gale? His wound unconscious Fadus scarce can feel,
Yet wakeful Rhæsus sees the threatening
steel; The trench is past, and, favour'd by the
His coward breast behind a jar he hides, night,
And, vainly, in the weak defence confides; rough sleeping foes they wheel their
Full in his heart the falchion search'd
wary flight. nen shall the sleep of many a foe be o'er?
his veins, as! some slumber whu shall wake no more!
The reeking weapon bears alternate stains;
Thro' wine and blood, commingling as ariots, and bridles, mix’d with arms,
they flow, are seen, d flowing flasks, and scatter d troops | Now, where Messapus dwelt they bend
The feeble spirit seeks the shades below.
between; cchus and Mars to rule the camp combine, I whose
npine, Whose fires emit a faint and trembling ray; mingled chaos this of war and wine.
There unconfined behold each grazing steed, low," cries the first, “for deeds of blood
Unwatch’d, unheeded, on the herbage feed; prepare,
Brave Nisns here arrests his comrade's arm, ith me the conquest and the labour share;
Too flush'd with carnage, and with conere lies our path; lest any hand arise,
quest warm : atch thou, while many a dreaming chief- Hence let us haste, the dangerous path tain dies;
is past, 11 carve our passage through the heedless Full foes enough, to-night, have breathed
their last; nd clear thy road, with many a deadly Soon will the day those eastern clouds blow."
adoru, is whispering accents then the youth Now let us speed, nor tempt the rising morn."
represt, nd pierced proud Rhamnes through his
What silver arms, with various arts tretch'd at his case, th? incautious king
What bowls and mantles, in confusion toss'd, ebauch, and not fatigue, his eyes had closed; Ther
ed: They leave regardless! yet, one glittering '. Turnus dear, a prophet and a prince,
prize lis omens more than augur's skill evince,
Attracts the younger hero's wandering eyes; at he, who thus foretold the fate of all,
The gilded harness Rhamnes' coursers felt, ould not avert his own untimely fall.
The gems which stud the monarch's golden ext Remus' armour-bearer, hapless, fell, .nd three unhappy slaves the carnage swell: This from the pallid corse was quickly torn, 'he charioteer along his courser's sides
Once by a line of former chieftains worn. xpires, the steel his sever'd neck divides; 1 Ti
| Th' exulting boy the studded girdle wears, ind,last,his Lord is number'd with the dead,
Messapus' helm his head, in triumph, bears; lounding convulsive, flies the gasping head;
Then from the tents their cautious steps 'rom the swollen veins the blackening
they bend, torrents pour,
To seek the vale, where safer paths extend. tain'd is the couch and earth with clotting
gore. "oung Lamyrus and Lamus next expire,
Just at this hour a band of Latian horse ind gay Serranus, fill'd with youthful fire; T.
ful fire; To Turnus' camp pursue their destined lalf the long night in childish games was
While the slow foot their tardy march delay, all'd by the potent grape, he slept at last; | The knights, impatient, spur along the way : 1h! happier far, had he the morn survey'd,
Three hundred mail-clad men, by Volscens Ind, till Aurora's dawn, bis skill display'd.
To Turnus with their master's promise sped: In slaughter'd folds, the keepers lost in Now, they approach the trench, and view sleep,
the walls, Iis hungry fangs a Lion thus may steep; When, on the left, a light reflection falls; Mid the sad flock,at dead of night, he prowls, The plunder'd helmet through the waning With murder glatted, and in carnage rolls;
night insatiate still, through teeming herds he Sheds forth a silver radiance.glancing bright;
Volscens, with question loud , the pair In seas of gore the lordly tyrant foams.
“Stand, stragglers! stand! why early thus He sobs, he dies,—the troop, in wild amare,
in arms ?
Unconscious whence the death, with herre From whence? to whom ?" ile meets with
gaze; no reply,
While pale they stare, thro' Tagus' temple Trusting the covert of the night, they fly;
risen, The thicket's depth, with hurried pace, A second shaft with equal force is driver;
they tread, Fierce Volscens rolls around his lowering While round the wood the hostile squadron
Veil'd by the night, secure the Trojan liek
fall; With brakes entangled , scarce a path “Thou youth accurst! thy life shall
between, Dreary and dark appears the sylvan scene; Quick from the sheath his faming give Euryalus his heavy spoils impede,
he drew The boughs and winding turns his steps And, raging, on the boy defencelesi fa.
Nisus no more the blackening shade concrals, But Nisus scours along the forest's maze, Forth, forth he starts and all his love reveale, To where Latinus' steeds in safety graze, Aghast, confused, his fears to maddesi rie, Then backward o'er the plain his eyes And pour these accents, shrieking as he fis:
“Me, me, your vengeance hurl on me alone, On every side they seek his absent friend. Here sheathe the steel, my blood is d "O God! my boy," he cries, "of me bereft,
your own; In what impending perils art thou left!" Ye starry Spheres ! thou conscious flera Listening he runs-above the waving trees,
attest! Tumultuous voices swell the passing breeze; He could not - durst not-lo! the gul The war-cry rises, thundering hoofs around
confest! Wake the dark echoes of the trembling All, all was mine-his early fate suspend.
He only loved too well his hapless friend; Again he turns- of footsteps hears the noise, Spare, spare, ye chiefs! from him your The sound elates — the sight his hope
rage remove, destroys;
His fault was friendship, all his crime 13 The hapless boy a ruffian train surround,
love." While lengthening shades his weary way He pray'd in vain, the dark assassin's spend
confound; Pierced the fair side, the snowy bosom gored; Him, with loud shouts, the furious knights Lowly to earth inclines his plome-claderente
And sanguine torrents mantle o'er his breet: Struggling in vain, a captive to the crew. As some young rose, whose blossom secta What can his friend 'gainst thronging
the air, numbers dare ? Languid in death, expires beneath the share; Ah!must he rush, his comrade's fate to share! Or crimson poppy, sinking with the sboret. What force, what aid, what stratagern essay, Declining gently, falls a fading flower; Back to redeern the Latian spoiler's prey! Thus, sweetly drooping, bends his lovely His life a votive ransom nobly give,
head, Or die with him for whom he wish'd to live! And lingering Beauty hovers round the deal Poising with strength his lifted lance on
o high, On Luna's orb he cast his phrenzied eye: | But fiery Nisus stems the battle's tide. “Goddess serene, transcending every star! Revenge his leader, and Despair his guide Queen of the sky! whose beams are seen afar; Volscens he seeks,amidst the gathering hot By night, Heaven owns thy sway, by day, Volscens must soon appease his comrades the grove;
ghost; When, as chaste Dian, here thou deignst Steel, flashing, pours on steel, foe crowd to rove;
on foe, If e'er myself or sire have sought to grace Rage nerves his arm, Fate gleams in every Thine altars with the produce of the chace;
blow; Speed, speed, my dart, to pierce yon vaunt- In vain, beneath unnumber'd wounds be ing crowd,
bleeds, To free my friend, and scatter far the proud.” | Nor wounde, nor death, distracted Nisai Thus having said, the hissing dart he flung;
heeds; Through parted shades the hurtling weapon In viewless circles wheel'd his falchion flies,
Nor quits the Hero's grasp till Volscens die The thirsty point in Sulmo's entrails lay, Deep in his throat its end the weapon found Transfix'd his heart, and stretch'd him on The tyrant's soul fled groaning through the clay:
na Nisus all his fond affection proved, I Awakes an all-consuming fire;
From me be ever distant far.
Celestial pair! if aught my verse can claim, May no distracting thoughts destroy isted on 'Time's broad pinion, yours is The holy calm of sacred love!
May all the hours be wing'd with joy, es on ages shall your fate admire ; Which hover faithful hearts above! future day shall see your names expire; Fair Venus! on thy myrtle-shrine, hile stands the Capitol, immortal dome! May I with some fond lover sigh! d vanquish'd millions bail their Empress, Whose heart may mingle pure with mino,
With me to live, with me to die.
My native soil! beloved before,
Now dearer, as my peaceful home, CANSLATION FROM THE MEDEA OF Ne'er may I quit thy rocky shore, EURIPIDES.
A hapless, banish'd wretch to roam;
| This very day, this very hour, HEN fierce conflicting passions urge May I resign this fleeting breath, The breast, where love is wont to glow, Nor quit my silent, humble bower; hat mind can stem the stormy surge, A doom, to me, far worse than death. Which rolls the tide of human woe? le hope of praise, the dread of shame, Have I not heard the exile's sigh? Can roase the tortured breast no more; And seen the exile's silent tear ? he wild desire, the guilty flame,
Through distant climes condemn'd to fly, Absorbs each wish it felt before.
A pensive, weary wanderer here;
Ah! hapless dame! no sire bewails, it if affection gently thrills
No friend thy wretched fate deplores, The soul, by purer dreams possest, No kindred voice with rapture hails he pleasing balm of mortal ills,
Thy steps, within a stranger's doors. In love can soothe the aching breast; thus, thou com’st in gentle guise, Perish the fiend! whose iron heart, Fair Venus! from thy native heaven, To fair affection's truth unknown, hat heart, unfeeling, would despise Bids her he fondly loved depart, The sweetest boon the Gods have given? Unpitied, helpless, and alone;
Who ne'er unlocks, with silver key, it never from thy golden bow
The milder treasures of his soul; May I beneath the shaft expire,
May such a friend be far from me, hose creeping venom, sure and slow, I And Ocean's storms between us roll!
HOUGATS SUGGESTED BY A COL-1 Happy the youth! in Euclid's axioms tried, LEGE EXAMINATION.
| Though little versed in any art beside;
| Who, scarcely skill'd an English line to pen, Hica in the midst,surrounded by his peers, Scans Altic inetres with a critic's ken. AGNUS his ample front sublime uprears; What ! though he knows not how his fathers aced on his chair of state, he seems
bled, a God,
When civil discord piled the fields with dead; hile Sophs and Freshmen tremble at When Edward bade his conquering bands his nod;
advance, all around sit wrapt in speechless gloom, Or Henry trampled on the crest of France ; is voice, in thunder, shakes the sounding Though, marv'ling at the name of Magna dome,
Charta, nouncing dire reproach to lackless fools, Yet, well he recollects the laws of Sparta; askill'd to plod in mathematic rules. Can tell what ediets sage Lycurgus wade,
While Blackstone 's on the shelf neglected To him, with suppliant smiles, they bed laid;
: the head, Or Grecian dramas vaunts the deathless While distant mitres to their eyes are sprea
But should a storm o'erwhelm him wit Of Avon's bard remembering scarce the
disgrace, name. They'd fly to seek the next who Gillid bi
Such are the men who learning's treasan Such is the youth, whose scientific pate
guard, Class-honours, medals, fellowships, await; Such is their practice, such is their reward Or even, perhaps, the declamation-prize, This much, at least, we may presume to If to such glorious height he lifts his eyes. The premium can't exceed the price they we But, lo! no common orator can hope The envied silver cup within his scope: Not that our Heads much eloquence require,
TO THE EARL OF ... Th’ATHENIAN's glowing style,or Tully's fire. A manner clear or warm is useless, since
“Tu semper amoris
Sie memor, et cari comitis ne abscedat in We do not try, by speaking, to convince;
VALERICS Fusce Be other orators of pleasing proud, We speak to please ourselves, not move the FRIEND of my youth! when young werora
Like striplings mutually beloved, Our gravity prefers the muttering tone, With Friendship's purest glow; A proper mixture of the squeak and groan; The bliss which wing'd those rosy hour No borrow'd grace of action must be seen, Was such as pleasure seldom showers The slightest motion would displease the On mortals here below.
Dean; Whilst every staring Graduate would prate The recollection seems, alone, Against what he could never imitate. Dearer than all the joys I've known,
When distant far from you;
Though pain, 'tis still a pleasing pain, The man, who hopes t' obtain the pro- To trace those days and hours again, mised cup,
And sigh again, adieu! Must in one posture stand, and ne'er look up; Nor stop, but rattle over every word, My pensive memory lingers o'er No matter what, so it can not be heard: | Those scenes to be enjoy'd no more, Thus let him hurry on, nor think to rest;
ver; Who speaks the fastest 's sure to speak the The measure of our youth is full,
Life's evening-dream is dark and doll, Who utters most within the shortest space, And we may meet-ah! never! May safely hope to win the wordy race.
As when one parent-spring supplies
Two streams, which from one fountain rice The sons of science these,who, thus repaid, Together join'd in vain; Linger in ease in Granta's sluggish shade; How soon, diverging from their source, Where on Cam's sedgy banks supine they lie, Each murmuring seeks another course, Unknown, unhonour'd live,- unwept for I Till mingled in the Main :
die; Dull as the pictures which adorn their halls, Our vital streams of weal or woe, They think all learning fix'd within their Though near, alas! distinctly flow,
I Nor mingle as before ; In manners rude, in foolish forms precise, Now swift or slow, now black or clear, All modern arts affecting to despise ; | Till death's unfathom'd gulph appear, Yet prizing BENTLEY', BRUNCK's, or Por And both shall quit the shore.
son's note, More than the verge on which the critic Our souls, my Friend! which once sup?
One wish, nor breathed a thought beside Vain as their honours, heavy as their ale, Now flow in different channels; Sad as their wit, and tedious as their tale, Disdaining humbler rural sports, To friendship dead, though not untaught | Tis yours to mix in polish'd couro, to feel,
And shine in Fashion's annals. When Self and Church demand a bigot
| 'Tis mine to waste on love my time, With eager haste they court the lord of Or vent my reveries in rhyme,
Without the aid of Reason; Whether 'tis Pirt or PBTTY rules the hour: For Sense and Reason (Critics know