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Innumerous glare around their shaggy king, 925
Majestic, stalking o'er the printed sand;
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, 930
They ruminating lie, with horror hear
The coming rage. Th' awakened village starts ;
And to her fluttering breast the mother strains
Her thoughtless infant. From the Pyrate's den,
Or stern Morocco's tyrant fang escap'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 first of joys, Society, cut off, is left alone

94.0 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 farthest verge Where the round ether mixes with the wave,

945 Ships, dim-discovered, .dropping from the clouds ; At evening, to the setting fun he turns

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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 these black abodes
Of monsters, unappalld, from stooping Rome,
And guilty Cæfar, LIBERTY retird,
Her Cato following throNumidian wilds :
Disdainful of Campania's gentle plains,
And all the green delights Ausonia pours;
When for them the must bend the servile knee,
And fawning take the splendid robber's boon.

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Nor stop 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 waste of burning sand,
A suffocating wind the pilgrim smites
With instant death. Patient of thirst and toil, 965
Son of the defart! even the camel feels,
Shot through his wither'd heart, the fiery blaft.
Or from the black-red ether, bursting broad,
Sallies the sudden whirlwind. Strait the sands,
Commov'd around, in gathering eddies play; 976


Nearer and nearer still 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 fank at night in fad difastrous fleep,

Beneath descending hills, the caravan
Is buried deep. In Cairo's crouded streets
Th' impatient merchant, wondering, waits in vain,
And Mecca faddens at the long delay.


But chief at sea, whose every Aexile wave Obeys the blast, the aërial tumult swells. In the dread ocean, undulating wide, Beneath the radiant line that girts the globe, The circling * Typhon, whirld from point to point, Exhausting all the rage of all the sky,

985 And dire * Ecnephia reign. Amid the heavens, Falsely serene, deep in a cloudy I fpeck Compress’d, the mighty tempest brooding dwells : Of no regard, fave to the skilful eye,

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

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

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Fiery and foul, the small prognostic hangs 990
Aloft, or on the promontory's brow
Musters its force. A faint deceitful calm,
A Auttering gale, the demon sends before,
To tempt the spreading fail. Then down at once,
Precipitant, descends a mingled mass

Of roaring winds, and fame, and rushing floods,
In wild amazement fix'd the failor stands.
Art is too slow :. By rapid fate oppress'd,
His broad-wing'd vessel drinks the whelming tide,
Hid in the bosom of the black abyss.
With such mad seas the daring * GAMA fought,
For many a day, and many a dreadful night,
Incessant, lab'ring round the stormy Cape;
By bold ambition led; and bolder thirst
Of gold. For then from ancient gloom 'emerg'd 1005
The rising world of trade : the Genius, then,
Of navigation, that, in hopeless sloth,
Had slumber'd on the vast Atlantic deep,
For idle ages, starting, heard at last

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* VASCO DE GAMA, the first who failed round Africa, by the Cape of Good Hope, to the East Indies,


The * LUSITANIAN PRINCE; who, Heav'n-inspir’d,
To love of useful glory rous'd mankind,
And in unbounded Commerce mix'd the world,


INCREASING ftill the terrors of these storms, His jaws horrific arm'd with threefold fate, Here dwells the direful shark. Lur'd by the scent 1015 Of steaming 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 sons, Demands his share of prey; demands themselves. The stormy fates descend: one death involves Tyrants and flaves ; when strait, their mangled limbs Crashing at once, he dyes' the purple seas With gore, and riots in the vengeful meal, 1025


When o'er this world, by equinoctial rains Flooded immense, looks out the joyless fun, And draws the copious stream ; from swampy fens,

* Don Henry, third son to Fobn the first, king of Portugal. His ftrong genius to the discovery of new countries was the chief source of all the modern improvements in navigation.



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