The shield-like kuphars bound along; 1 And there, where tumbling deep and hoarse, E'er 'en to the land of Nile, whose crops The Euxine, falsely nam'd, which whelms Whence cynics rail'd at human pride. EGYPT 'Egypt's palmy groves, Her grots, and sepulchres of kings.' MOORE'S Lalla Rookh. THE Sombre pencil of the dim-grey dawn Draws a faint sketch of Egypt to mine eye, As yet uncolour'd by the brilliant morn, And her gay orb careering up the sky. And see! at last he comes in radiant pride, The flowery region brightens in his smile, Her lap of blossoms freights the passing gale, That robs the odours of each balmy isle, Each fragrant field and aromatic vale. Pauses, and scans them with astonish'd eye, Awful, august, magnificent, they tower How often hath yon day-god's burning light, ven, Bath'd their high peaks in noontide brilliance bright, Gilded at morn, and purpled them at even!* THE DRUID'S PROPHECIES 5 Perhaps suggested by Cowper's 'Boadicea,' but longer and more elaborate, and here and there hardly inferior to that poem. MONA! with flame thine oaks are streaming, Hark! Mona, Hark! the chargers' neighing! Exalt your torches, raise your voices; Your thread is spun- your day is brief; But woe to Rome, though now she raises Woe, woe to him who sits in glory, Ab! what avails his gilded palace, The pomp of gems -the glare of gold? See where, by heartless anguish driven, And angry earth before him yawns.8 veste ferali, crinibus dejectis, faces præferebant. Druidæque circum, preces diras, sublatis ad cœlum manibus, fundentes, etc. - TACIT. Annal. xiv. c. 30. 6 Pliny says, that the golden palace of Nero extended all round the city. 7Ut ad diverticulum ventum est, dimissis equis inter fruticeta ac vepres, per arundineti semitam ægre, nec nisi strata sub pedibus veste, ad adversum villæ parietem evasit.'-SUETON. Vit. Cæsar. 8 Statimque tremore terræ, et fulgure adverso pave factus, audiit ex proximis castris clamorem,' etc. - Ibid. Then, from his pinnacle of splendour, Who comes with sounds of mirth and gladness, Above thy noon-day feast suspended, Then shall the eagle's shadowy pinion Five brilliant stars shall brightly rise.5 Then, coward king! the helpless aged And two,8 with death-wounds deeply mangled, Then comes that mighty one victorious But thou shalt see the Romans flying, O Albyn! with yon dauntless ranks; 10 But lo! what dreadful visions o'er me 8 Utque campos, in quibus pugnatum est, adiit (i. e. Vitellius) plurimum meri propalam hausit,' etc.-SUET. 4 At the siege of Jerusalem. 5 The five good Emperors: Nerva, Trajan, Adrian, Antoninus Pius, and Marcus Aurelius, or Antoninus the Philosopher. Perhaps the best commentary on the life and virtues of the last, is his own volume of Meditations. Debiles pedibus, et eos, qui ambulare non possent, in gigantum modum, ita ut a genibus de pannis et linteis quasi dracones digererentur; eosdemque sagittis confecit.'-EL. LAMPRID. in Vita Comm. Such were the laudable amusements of Commodus ! 7 He was first poisoned; but the operation not fully answering the wishes of his beloved, he was afterwards strangled by a robust wrestler. Pertinax and Didius Julian. 9 Severus, who was equally victorious in the Eastern and Western World: but those conquests, however glo They come they leave their frozen regions, Woe, woe to Rome! though tall and ample She sinks to dust; and who shall pity Her babes are dash'd against the stones! Then, Mona! then, though wan and blighted Thy hopes be now by Sorrow's dearth, Then all thy wrongs shall be requited The Queen of Nations bows to earth! way, The vulture behind them is wild for his prey; And the spirits of death, and the demons of wrath, Wave the gloom of their wings o'er their desolate path. Earth trembles beneath them, the dauntless, the bold. Oh! weep for thy children, thou region of gold; 18 For thy thousands are bow'd to the dust of the plain, And all Delhi runs red with the blood of her slain. rious, were conducive to the ruin of the Roman Empire. -See GIBBON, vol. vi. chap. v. p. 203. 10 In allusion to the real or feigned victory obtained by Fingal over Caracul or Caracalla. — See OSSIAN. 11 Very few of the Emperors after Severus escaped assassination. 12 Macrinus, Heliogabalus, Alexander, Maximin Pupienus, Balbinus, Gordian, Philip, etc., were assassinated; Claudius died of a pestilential fever; and Carus was struck dead by lightning in his tent. 13 This invader required as a ransom for Mohammed Shah no less than thirty millions, and amassed in the rich city of Delhi the enormous sum of two hundred and thirty-one millions sterling. Others, however, dif fer considerably in their account of this treasure. 'Tis midnight o'er the dim mere's lonely bosom, Dark, dusky, windy midnight: swift are driven The swelling vapours onward: every blossom Lies the broad lake: the moon conceals her ray, Is shrouded in obscurity; the scream Of owl is silenc'd; and the rocks of granite Rise tall and drearily, while damp and dank Hang the thick willows on the reedy bank. Beneath, the gurgling eddies slowly creep, Blacken'd by foliage; and the glutting wave, That saps eternally the cold grey steep, Sounds heavily within the hollow cave. All earth is restless from his glossy wing 3 The heath-fowl lifts his head at intervals; Wet, driving, rainy, come the bursting squalls; All nature wears her dun dead covering. Tempest is gather'd, and the brooding storm Spreads its black mantle o'er the mountain's form; And, mingled with the rising roar, is swelling, From the far hunter's booth, the blood hound's yelling. The water-falls in various cadence chiming, The moaning pine-trees to the wild blast bending, Are pictured faintly thro' the chequer'd gloom; The forests, half-way up the mountain climbing, Resound with crash of falling branches; quiver Their aged mossy trunks: the startled doe Leaps from her leafy lair: the swelling river Winds his broad stream majestic, deep, and slow. SCOTCH SONG In the reprint this is marked' (?)' but it is probably Alfred's. It is the only experiment in Scottish verse in the volume. nante de sa majesté; 'Le rayonnant monarque du monde;' 'Sa majesté conquérante du monde; ' etc. The land is as the garden of Eden before therr and behind them a desolate wilderness.'-JOEL. The succeeding lines are a paraphrase of Ossian. But where art thou, thou comet of an age, Thou phoenix of a century? Perchance Thou art but of those fables which engage And hold the minds of men in giddy trance. Yet, be it so, and be it all romance, The thought of thine existence is so bright With beautiful imaginings-the glance Upon thy fancied being such delight, That I will deem thee Truth, so lovely is thy might! 'AND ASK YE WHY THESE SAD TEARS STREAM?' 'Te somnia nostra reducunt.' OVID. AND ask ye why these sad tears stream? Why these wan eyes are dim with weeping? I had a dream -a lovely dream, Of her that in the grave is sleeping. I saw her as 't was yesterday, The bloom upon her cheek still glowing; And round her play'd a golden ray, And on her brows were gay flowers blowing. With angel-hand she swept a lyre, A garland red with roses bound it; I saw her mid the realms of light, I strove to reach her, when, behold, And I awoke, but oh! to me That waking hour was doubly weary; And yet I could not envy thee, Although so blest, and I so dreary. ON SUBLIMITY One of the best of Alfred's early efforts. Here, as in Persia,' the metrical management of proper names is noteworthy. 'The sublime always dwells on great objects and terrible.' BURKE. O TELL me not of vales in tenderest green, The poplar's shade, the plantane's graceful tree; Give me the wild cascade, the rugged scene, The loud surge bursting o'er the purple sea: On such sad views my soul delights to pore, What time grey eve is fading into night; When by that twilight beam I scarce descry The mingled shades of earth and sea and sky. Give me to wander at midnight alone, Through some august cathedral, where, from high, The cold, clear moon on the mosaic stone Were graven, but long since are worn away Then, as Imagination aids, I hear Wild heavenly voices sounding from the quoir, And more than mortal music meets mine ear, Whose long, long notes among the tombs expire, With solemn rustiing of cherubic wings, Round those vast columns which the roof upbear; While sad and undistinguishable things Do flit athwart the moonlit windows there; I love the starry spangled heav'n, resembling Far stretch'd beneath the mountain's hoary head. But most I love that sky, when, dark with Raises his eyes to heaven. Oh! who would sleep What time the rushing of the angry gale Is loud upon the waters?- Hail, all hail! Tempest and clouds and night and thunder's rending peal! All hail, Sublimity! thou lofty one, For thou dost walk upon the blast, and gird Thy majesty with terrors, and thy throne Is on the whirlwind, and thy voice is heard In thunders and in shakings: thy delight Is in the secret wood, the blasted heath, The ruin'd fortress, and the dizzy height, The grave, the ghastly charnel - house of death, In vaults, in cloisters, and in gloomy piles, Long corridors and towers and solitary aisles! Thy joy is in obscurity, and plain Is nought with thee; and on thy steps attend Shadows but half-distinguish'd; the thin train Of hovering spirits round thy pathway bend, With their low tremulous voice and airy tread,1 What time the tomb above them yawns and |