Innumerous glare around their fhaggy king,
Majeftic, ftalking o'er the printed fand;
And, with imperious and repeated roars,:

Demand their fated food. The fearful flocks
Croud near the guardian swain; the nobler herds,
Where round their lordly bull, in rural ease,
They ruminating lic, with horror hear

The coming rage. Th' awakened village starts;
And to her fluttering breaft the mother strains
Her thoughtless infant. From the Pyrate's den,
Or ftern Morocco's tyrant fang efcap'd,

The wretch half-wishes for his bonds again:
While, uproar all, the wilderness resounds,
From Atlas eastward to the frighted Nile.

UNHAPPY he! who from the firft of joys,
Society, cut off, is left alone

Amid this world of death. Day after day,
Sad on the jutting eminence he fits,

And views the main that ever toils below;
Still fondly forming in the fartheft verge

Where the round ether mixes with the wave,

Ships, dim-difcovered, dropping from the clouds;
At evening, to the fetting fun he turns

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A mournful

A mournful eye, and down his dying heart
Sinks helpless; while the wonted roar is up,
And hiss continual thro' the tedious night.
Yet here, even here, into thefe black abodes
Of monsters, unappall'd, from stooping Rome,
And guilty Cæfar, LIBERTY retir'd,

Her CATO following thro' Numidian wilds:
Difdainful of Campania's gentle plains,
And all the green delights Aufonia pours;

When for them the muft bend the fervile knee,
And fawning take the fplendid robber's boon.

NOR ftop the terrors of these regions here.
Commiffion'd demons oft, angels of wrath,
Let loose the raging elements. Breath'd hot,
From all the boundless furnace of the sky,
And the wide glittering wafte of burning fand,
A fuffocating wind the pilgrim fmites

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With inftant death. Patient of thirst and toil, 965

Son of the defart! even the camel feels,

Shot through his wither'd heart, the fiery blast.
Or from the black-red ether, bursting broad,
Sallies the fudden whirlwind. Strait the fands,
Commov'd around, in gathering eddies play;

970 Nearer

Nearer and nearer ftill they darkening come;
Till, with the general all-involving storm
Swept up, the whole continuous wilds arife;
And by their noon-day fount dejected thrown,
Or funk at night in fad disastrous fleep,
Beneath descending hills, the caravan

Is buried deep. In Cairo's crouded streets

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Th' impatient merchant, wondering, waits in vain, And Mecca faddens at the long delay.

BUT chief at fea, whofe every

Aexile wave

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Obeys the blaft, the aërial tumult swells.

In the dread ocean, undulating wide,

Beneath the radiant line that girts the globe,

*

The circling Typhon, whirl'd from point to point,

Exhaufting all the rage of all the sky,

And dire * Ecnephia reign. Amid the heavens,
Falfely ferene, deep in a cloudy ‡ speck

Comprefs'd, the mighty tempest brooding dwells;

Of no regard, fave to the skilful eye,

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* Typbon and Eenephia, names of particular storms or hurricanes, known only between the tropics.

* Called by failors the Ox-eye, being in appearance at first no bigger,

Fiery and foul, the small prognostic hangs
Aloft, or on the promontory's brow

Mufters its force. A faint deceitful calm,

A fluttering gale, the demon sends before,
To tempt the spreading fail. Then down at once,
Precipitant, descends a mingled mass

Of roaring winds, and flame, and rushing floods,
In wild amazement fix'd the failor ftands.
Art is too flow: By rapid fate opprefs'd,
His broad-wing'd veffel drinks the whelming tide,
Hid in the bofom of the black abyss.
With fuch mad feas the daring * GAMA fought,
For many a day, and many a dreadful night,
Inceffant, lab'ring round the ftormy Cape;
By bold ambition led, and bolder thirst

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Of gold. For then from ancient gloom emerg❜d 1005 The rifing world of trade: the Genius, then,

Of navigation, that, in hopelesfs floth,

Had flumber'd on the vaft Atlantic deep,

For idle ages, ftarting, heard at last

*VASCO DE GAMA, the first who failed round Africa, by the Cape

of Good Hope, to the Eaft Indies.

The

The *LUSITANIAN PRINCE; who, HEAV'N-infpir'd, To love of useful glory rous'd mankind,

And in unbounded Commerce mix'd the world,

INCREASING ftill the terrors of these storms,

ΙΟΙΣ

His jaws horrific arm'd with threefold fatė,
Here dwells the direful fhark. Lur'd by the scent 1015
Of fteaming crouds, of rank disease, and death,
Behold! he rushing cuts the briny flood,
Swift as the gale can bear the ship along ;
And, from the partners of that cruel trade,
Which spoils unhappy Guinea of her fons,
Demands his share of prey; demands themselves.
The ftormy fates defcend: one death involves
Tyrants and flaves; when ftrait, their mangled limbs
Crashing at once, he dyes the purple feas

With gore, and riots in the vengeful meal,

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WHEN o'er this world, by equinoctial rains
Flooded immenfe, looks out the joyless fun,
And draws the copious ftream; from fwampy fens,

*DON HENRY, third fon to John the first, king of Portugal. His strong genius to the discovery of new countries was the chief fource of all the modern improvements in navigation.