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DESCRIPTION OF THE STEED OF ADONIS.
IMPERIOUSLY he leaps, he neighs, he bounds,
And now his woven girths he breaks asunder ; The bearing earth with his hard hoof he wounds,
Whose hollow womb resounds like heaven's thunder ; The iron bit he crushes 'tween his teeth, Controlling what he was controlled with.
His ears up prick’d; his braided hanging mane
Upon his compass'd' crest now stands on end; His nostrils drink the air, and forth again,
As from a furnace, vapours doth he send: His eye, which glisters scornfully like fire, Shows his hot courage and his high desire.
Sometimes he trots, as if he told the steps,
With gentle majesty and modest pride ; Anon he rears upright, curvets: and leaps,
As who should say, "Lo, thus my strength is try'd, And thus I do to captivate the eye
Of the fair breeder that is standing by."
Look, when a painter would surpass the life,
In limning out a well-proportioned steed, His art with nature's workmanship at strife,
I compass'd, arching
• limning, painting, lit. illuminat
ing, as in the old Manuscripts.
As if the dead the living should exceed;
Round-hoofd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long,
Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong,
Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender bide : Look, what a horse should have, he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
Sometimes he scuds far off, and there he stares ;
Anon he starts at stirring of a feather; To bid the wind a base he now prepares,
And whether he run, or fly, they know not whether; For through his mane and tail the high wind sings, Fanning the hairs, who wave like feather'd wings.
How many thousand of my poorest subjects,
sa base, a game, a race.
6 who. The rclative was as yet un
fixed in its genders, in Shakspeare's day.
Upon uneasy pallets' stretching thee,
· pallets, small, poor beds.
to lull the King to sleep. watch-case. Nothing is a fitter
image of the beating wakefulness of his thoughts, than that his bed
was round him as the case is round the sleepless ticking of a
watch. 5 the waves rocking the ship as if it
were a cradle.
ANTONY'SI ORATION OVER CÆSAR’S2 BODY.
FRIENDS, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
Mark Antony, afterwards op- 3 Brutus, born B.C. 89, nephew of
posed by Augustus. Killed him- Cato, and much favoured by self in Egypt, B.C. 36.
Cæsar. ? Julius Cæsar was murdered at Rome, March 15th, B C. 44.
You all did see, that, on the Lupercal,"
But yesterday, the word of Cæsar might
* Lupercal, an ancient Roman festival, held on July 15th.