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Melting it flows, pure, murmuring, strong, and

clear, And fills the’ impassion'd heart, and wins the’ har

monious ear!

All hail, ye scenes that o'er my soul prevail;
Ye splendid friths and lakes which, far away,

Are by smooth Annan * fill’d, or pastoral Tay*, Or Don's * romantic springs, at distance hail ! The time shall come when I, perhaps, may tread Your lowly glenst o’erhung with spreading

broom; Or o'er your stretching heaths, by Fancy led :

Or o'er your mountains creep in awful gloom! Then will I dress once more the faded bower

Where Jonson † sat in Drummond's classic shade; Or crop, from Tiviotdale, each lyric flower, And mourn, on Yarrow's banks, where Willy's

laid ! Meantime, ye powers that on the plains which bore

The cordial youth,on Lothian's plainsy, attend !Where'er Home dwells, on hill or lowly moor,

To him I love your kind protection lend, And, touch'd with love like mine, preserve my

absent friend!

COLLINS.

• Three rivers in Scotland.

+ Valleys. Ben Jonson paid a visit on foot, in 1619, to the Scottish poet Drummond, at his seat of Hawthornden, within four miles of Edinburgh. See an account of a conversation which passed between them, in Drummond's Works, 1711.

Barrow, it seems, was at the Edinburgh University, which is in the county of Lothian.

VOL. III.

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TO SUPERSTITION.

I. 1. HENCE to the realms of Night, dire demon, hence!

Thy chain of adamant can bind

That little world, the human mind, And sink its noblest powers to impotence.

Wake the lion's loudest roar,

Clot his shaggy mane with gore, With flashing fury bid his eyeballs shine, Meek is his savage sullen soul to thine! Thy touch, thy deadening touch has steel'd the breast *

[smiled, Whence, through her rainbow shower, soft Pity Has closed the heart each godlike virtue bless'd

To all the silent pleadings of his child.

At thy command he plants the dagger deep, At thy command exults, though Nature bids him weep.

I. 2. When, with a frown that froze the peopled earth +,

Thou dartedst thy huge head from high,

Night waved her banners o'er the sky, And, brooding, gave her shapeless shadows birth.

Rocking on the billowy air,

Ha! what withering phantoms glare ! As blows the blast with many a sudden swell, At each dead pause what shrill toned voices yell!

* An allusion to the sacrifice of Iphigenia. † Lucretius, I. 63.

The sheeted spectre, rising from the tomb,

Points at the murderer's stab, and shudders by; In every grove is felt a heavier gloom,

That veils its genius from the vulgar eye:

The spirit of the water rides the storm, And, through the mist, reveals the terrors of his

form.

1. 3. O'er solid seas, where Winter reigns,

And holds each mountain wave in chains, The fur-clad savage, ere he guides his deer*,

By glistering starlight through the snow,
Breathes softly in her wondering ear
Each potent spell thou badest him know.

By thee inspired, on India's sands t,
Full in the sun the Bramin stands;

And, while the panting tigress hies
To quench her fever in the stream,

His spirit laughs in agonies , Smit by the scorchings of the noontide beam.

Mark who mounts the sacred pyre,

Blooming in her bridal vest;
She hurls the torch! she fans the fire!

To die is to be bless'd $:
She clasps her lord to part no more,
And, sighing, sinks! but sinks to soar.

* When we were ready to set out, our host muttered some words in the ear of our cattle. See a Voyage to the North of Europe in 1653.

+ The Bramins expose their bodies to the intense heat of the sun. I Ridens moriar. The conclusion of an old Runic Ode.

In the Vedas, or sacred writings of the Hindoos, it is written, She who dies with her husband shall live for ever with him in heaven.'

O'ershadowing Scotia's desert coast,
The sisters sail in dusky state *;
And, wrapp'd in clouds, in tempests toss’d,

Weave the airy web of fate;
While the lone shepherd, near the shipless maint,
Sees o'er her hills advance the long-drawn funeral
train.

II. 1.
Thou spakest, and lo! a new creation glow'd.

Each unhewn mass of naked stone

Was clad in horrors not its own,
And at its base the trembling nations bow'd.

Giant Error, darkly grand,

Grasp'd the globe with iron hand. Circled with seats of bliss, the Lord of Light Saw prostrate worlds adore his golden height. The statue, waking with immortal powers , Springs from its parent earth, and shakes the

spheres ; The indignant pyramid sublimely towers,

And bra the effort of a host of years.

Sweet Music breathes her soul into the wind, And bright-eyed Painting stamps the image of the mind.

II. 2. Round their rude ark old Egypt's sorcerers rise!

A timbrel'd anthem swells the gale,

And bids the God of Thunders hail , With lowings loud the captive God replies. * The Fates of the Northern Mythology.See Mallet's Antiquities. † An allusion to the second sight.

I See that tine description of the sudden animation of the Palladium, in the second book of the Æneid. Ø The bull, A pis.

Clouds of incense woo thy smile,

Scaly monarch of the Nile* ! But ah! what myriads claim the bended knee?! Go, count the busy drops that swell the sea. Proud land! what eye can trace thy mystic lore,

Lock'd up in characters as dark as night? What eye those long long labyrinths dare ex

plore ,
To which the parted soul oft wings her flight;
Again to visit her cold cell of clay, [decay!
Charm'd with perennial sweets, and smiling at

II. 3.
On yon hoar summit, mildly bright ||

With purple ether's liquid light,
High o'er the world the white-robed Magi gaze

On dazzling bursts of heavenly fire; Start at each blue portentous blaze,

Each flame that flits with adverse spire ;

But say, what sounds my ear invade I

From Delphi's venerable shade?
The temple rocks, the laurel waves!

'The God! The God!' the Sybil cries.
Her figure swells ! she foams, she raves !

Her figure swells to more than mortal size! • The crocodile.

+ So numerous were the Deities of Egypt, that, according to an ancient proverb, it was in that country less difficult to find a god than a man. The Hieroglyphics.

The catacombs, in which the bodies of the earliest generations yet remain 'without corruption, by virtue of the gums that embalmed them.

H'The Persians,' says Herodotus, reject the use of temples, altars, and statues. The tops of the highest mountains are the places chosen for sacrifices. 1. 131. The elements, and more particularly fire, were the objects of their religious reverence.

An imitation of some wonderful lines in the Iliad.

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