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But, recollecting with a sudden thought,
The man to solitude accustomed long Jo
en That serve mankind, or shun them, wild or tame; The looks and gestures of their griefs and fears Have all articulation in his ears; il casts and be He spells them true by intuition's light, in And needs no glossary to set him right. I lot
This truth premis'd was needful as a text, 10 To win due credence to what follows next.
Awhile they musd; surveying ev'ry face, il Thou hadst suppos'd them of superior race; Their periwigs of wool, and fears combin'd,
107 Stamp'd on each countenance such marks of mind, That sage they seem'd, as lawyers o'er a doubt, Which, puzzling long, at last they puzzle out; Or academic tutors, teaching youths, Sure ne'er to want them, mathematic truths ; When thus a mutton, statelier than the rest, A ram, that ewes and wethers sad address'd:
“ Friends! we have liv'd too long. I never heard Sounds such as these, so worthy to be fear'd. Could I believe, that winds for ages pent earth's dark womb have found at last a vent,
from their prison-house below arise,
I could be much compos’d, nor should appear, it !
Him answer'd then his loving mate and true,
“How? leap into the pit our life to save ? To save our life leap all into the grave ? diva For can we find it less ? Contemplate first The depth, how awful! falling there, we burst : Or should the brambles, interpos'd, our fall In part abate, that happiness were small;d For with a race like theirs no chance I see a Of peace or ease to creatures clad as we. Meantime, noise kills not. Be it Dapple's bray, Or be it not, or be it whose it may, And rush those other sounds, that seem by tongues Of demons utter'd, from whatever lungs, Sounds are but sounds; and, till the cause appear, We have at least commodious standing here. Come fiend, come fury, giant, monster, blast 2 From earth or hell, we can but plunge at last."
While thus she spake, I fainter heard the peals, For Reynard, close attended at his heels By panting dog, tir'd man, and spatter'd horse, Through mere good fortune, took a diff'rent course,
The flock grew calm again; and I, the road
Bleeding from the Roman rods, God
Counsel of her country's gods.
Sat the Druid, hoary chief; so wollt
Full of rage, and full of grief. haa sasa “Princess! if our aged eyes a wodisbad
Weep upon thy matchless wrongs, odz} T'is because resentment ties! ali
se All the terrors of our tongues. 10 Rome shall perish—write that word ookylt
In the blood that she has spilt;
sunt bu. Deep in ruin as in guilt.
Moshi "Rome, for empire far renown'd,
Tramples on a thousand states;
Heedless of a soldier's name;
Harmony the path to fame.
Then the progeny that springs
From the forests of our land,
Shall a wider world command.
Thy posterity shall sway;
None invincible as they.
Pregnant with celestial fire,
Of his sweet but awful lyre.
Felt them in her bosom glow :
Dying, hurl'd them at the foe.
Heav'n awards the vengeance due;
Shame and ruin wait for you.
THERE was a time when Ætna's silent fire
peace upon her sloping sides matur’d. When on a day, like that of the last doom, A conflagration lab’ring in her womb,
She teem'd and heav'd with an infernal birth,
Revolving seasons, fruitless as they pass,
Ye monarchs, whom the lure of honour draws, Who write in blood the merits of your cause, Who strike the blow, then plead your own defence, Glory your aim, but justice your pretence; Behold in Ætna's emblematic fires, The mischiefs your ambitious pride inspires !
Fast by the stream, that bounds your just domain, And tells you where ye have a right to reign, A nation dwells, not envious of your throne, Studious of peace, their neighbours' and their own.