Bacchus and Mars to rule the camp combine; A mingled chaos this of war and wine. [pare, Now," cries the first, "for deeds of blood preWith me the conquest and the labour share: Here lies our path; lest any hand arise, Watch thou, while many a dreaming chieftain dies: I'll carve our passage through the heedless foe, Stretch'd at his ease, th' incautious king reposed; Stain'd is the couch and earth with clotting gore Lull'd by the potent grape, he slept at last: In slaughter'd fold, the keepers lost in sleep, His hungry fangs a lion thus may steep; Mid the sad flock, at dead of night he prowls, Vith murder glutted, and in carnage rolls: Insatiate still, through teeming herds he roams; In seas of gore the lordly tyrant foams. Nor less the other's deadly vengeance came, But falls on feeble crowds without a name; His wound unconscious Fadus scarce can feel Yet wakeful Rhesus sees the threatening steel; His coward breast behind a jar he hides, And vainly in the weak defence contides; Full in his heart, the falchion searched his veins, The reeking weapon bears alternate stains; Through wine and blood, commingling as they flow, One feeble spirit seeks the shades below. Now where Messapus dwelt they bend their way, Those fires emit a faint and trembling ray: There, unconfined, behold each grazing steed Unwatch'd, unheeded, on the herbage feed: Brave Nisus here arrests his comrade's arm, Too flush'd with carnage, and with conques warm: "Hence let us haste, the dangerous path is pass'd; [last: Full foes enough to-night nave breathed their Soon will the day those eastern clouds adoru; Now let us speed, nor-tempt the rising morn." With silver arms, with various art emboss'd, What bowls and mantles in confusion toss'd, They leave regardless! yet one glittering prize Attracts the younger hero's wandering eyes; The gilded harness Rhamnes' coursers felt, The gems which stud the monarch's golden belt. This from the pallid corse was quickly torn, Once by a line of former chieftains worn. Th' exulting boy the studded girdle wears, Messapus' helm his head in triumph bears; Then from the tents their cautious steps they bend, To seek the vale where safer paths extend. Listening he runs-above the waving trees, Tumultuous voices swell the passing breeze; The war-cry rises, thundering hoofs around Wake the dark echoes of the trembling ground. Again he turns, of footsteps hears the noise; The sound elates, the sight his hope destroys. The hapless boy a ruffian train surround, While lengthening shades his weary way confound; Him with loud shouts the furious knights pursue, Ah! must he rush, his comrade's fate to share? Or die with him for whom he wish'd to live? To free my friend, and scatter far the proud." The thirsty point in Sulmo's entrails lay, Transfix'd his heart, and stretch'd him on the clay : He sobs, he dies,-the troop in wild amaze, Unconscious whence the death, with horror [riven, gaze. While pale they stare, through Tagus temples A second shaft with equal force is driven. Fierce Volscens rolls around his lowering eyes; 'eil'd by the night, secure the Trojan lies. burning with wrath, he view'd his soldiers fall. "Thou youth accurst, thy life shall pay for all!"' Quick from the sheath his flaming glaive he drew, And, raging, on the boy defenceless flew. Nisus no more the blackening shade conceals, Forth, forth he starts, and all his love reveals: Aghast, confused, his fears to madness rise, And pour these accents, shrieking as he flies: "Me, me, your vengeance hurl on me alone; Here sheathe the steel, my blood is all your own. Ye starry spheres! thou conscious Heaven! [fest! He could not durst not--lo! the guile con attest! All, all was mine,-his early fate suspend; He only loved too well his hapless friend: Spare, spare, ye chiefs! from him your rage remove; His fault was friendship, all his crime was love." Languid in death, expires beneath the share; But fiery Nisus stems the battle's tide, Revenge his leader, and despair his guide; Volscens he seeks amidst the gathering host, Volscens must soon appease his comrade's ghost: {foe, Steel, flashing, pours on steel, foe crowds on Rage nerves his arm, fate gleams in every blow; In vain beneath unnumber'd wounds he bleeds, Nor wounds, nor death, distracted Nisus heeds; In viewless circles wheel'd, his falchion flies, Nor quits the hero's grasp till Volscens dies; Deep in his throat its end the weapon found, The tyrant's soul fled groaning through the wound. Thus Nisus all his fond affection provedDying, revenged the fate of him he loved; Then on his bosom sought his wonted place, And death was heavenly in his friend's embrace. Celestial pair! if augnt my verse can claim, Wafted on Time's broad pinion, yours is fame; Ages on ages shall your fate admire, No future day shall see your names expire, While stands the Capitol, immorial dome! And vanquish'd millions hail their empress. Rome. TRANSLATION FROM THE MEDEA OF EURIPIDES. [Ερωτες ὑπερ μεν άγαν, κ.τ.λ.] WHEN fierce conflicting passions urge The breast where love is wont to glow What mind can stem the stormy surge Which rolls the tide of human woe? The hope of praise, the dread of shame, Can rouse the tortured breast no more; The wild desire. the guilty flame, Absorbs each wish it felt before. But if affection gently thrills The soul by purer dreams possest, The pleasing balm of mortal ills In love can soothe the aching breast. If thus thou comest in disguise, Fair Venus from thy native heaven, What heart unfeeling would despise The sweetest boon the gods have given ? But never from thy golden bow May I beneath the shaft expire! May no distracting thoughts destroy May I with some fond lover sigh, Now dearer as my peaceful home, Ne'er may I quit thy rocky shore, A hapless banish'd wretch to roam! This very day, this very hour, May I resign this fleeting breath! Nor quit my silent humble bower; A doom to me far worse than death. Have I not heard the exile's sigh? And seen the exile's silent tear, Through distant climes condemn'd to fly, A pensive weary wanderer here? Ah! hapless dame52! no sire bewails, No friend thy wretched fate deplores, No kindred voice with rapture hails Thy steps within a strangers doors. Perish the fiend whose iron heart, To fair affection's truth unknown, Unpitied, helpless, and alone; THOUGHTS SUGGESTED BY A COL LEGE EXAMINATION. HIGH in the midst, surrounded by his peers, MAGNUS54 his ample front sublime uprears: Placed on his chair of state, he seems a god, While Sophs and Freshmen tremble at his nod. As all around sit wrapt in speechless gloom. His voice in thunder shakes the sounding dome Denouncing dire reproach to luckless fools, Unskill'd to plod in mathematic rules. Happy the youth in Euclid's axioms tried Though little versed in any art beside; Who, scarcely skill'd an English line to pen, Scans Attic metres with a critic's ken. What,though he knows not how his fathers bled, When civil discord piled the fields with dead, When Edward bade his conquering bands ad. Such is the youth whose scientific pate Our gravity prefers the muttering tone, Whilst every staring graduate would prate The man who hopes t' obtain the promised cup Who utters most within the shortest space May safely hope to win the wordy race. The sons of science these, who, thus repaid, More than the verse on which the critic wrote: When Self and Church demand a bigot zeal. While distant mitres to their eyes are spread. But should a storm o'erwhelm him with disgrace, They'd fly to seek the next who fill'd his place. Such are the men who learning's treasures guard! Such is their practice, such is their reward! This much, at least we may presume to sayThe premium can't exceed the price they pay. 1806. TO A BEAUTIFUL QUAKER. SWEET girl! though only once we met, That meeting I shall ne'er forget; And though we ne'er may meet again, Remembrance will thy form retain. I would not say, "I love," but still My senses struggle with my will: In vain, to drive thee from my breast, My thoughts are more and more represt; In vain I check the rising sighs, Another to the last replies: Perhaps this is not love, but yet Our meeting I can ne'er forget. What though we never silence broke, But soul's interpreters, the eyes, Awake, with it my fancy teems; In sleep, it smiles in fleeting dreams: Alas! again no more we meet, THE CORNELIAN.56 N specious splendour of this stone Endears it to my memory ever; With lustre only once it shone. And blushes modest as the giver. Some, who can sneer at friendship's ties, Have, for my weakness, oft reproved me Yet still the simple gift I prize,— For I am sure the giver loved me. He offer'd it with downcast look, This pledge attentively I view'd, And sparkling as I held it near, Methought one drop the stone bedew'd, And ever since I've loved a tear. Still, to adorn his humble youth, Nor wealth, nor birth their treasures yield; But he who seeks the flowers of truth, Must quit the garden for the field. 'Tis not the plant uprear'd in sloth, Which beauty shows, and sheds perfume; The flowers which yield the most of both In Nature's wild luxuriance bloom. Had Fortune aided Nature's care, But had the goddess clearly seen, His form had fixed her fickle breast; her countless hoards would his have been, And none remain'd to give thee rest. AN OCCASIONAI. PROLOGUE, DELIVERED PREVIOUS TO THE PERFORMANCE OF "THE WHEEL OF FORTUNE" AT A PRIVATE THEATRE."57 ANCE the refinement of this polish'd age Has swept immoral raillery from the stage; Since taste has now expunged licentious wit, Which stamp'd disgrace on all an author writ; Since now to please with purer scenes we seek, Nor dare to call the blush from Beauty's cheek; Olet the modest Muse some pity claim, And meet indulgence, though she find not fame. Still, not for her alone we wish respect, Others appear more conscious of defect: To-night no veteran Roscii you behold, n all the arts of scenic action old; No Cooke, no Kemble, can salute you here, No Siddons draw the sympathetic tear; To-night you throng to witness the debut Of embryo actors, to the Drama new: Here, then, our almost unfledged wings we try; Clip not our pinions ere the birds can fly · Failing in this our first attempt to svar, But all our dramatis personæ wait ON THE DEATH OF MR. FOX, THE FOLLOWING ILLIBERAL IMPROMPTU APPEARED IN A MORNING PAPER. "OUR nation's foes lament on Fox's death, But bless the hour when PITT resign'd his breath These feelings wide, let sense and truth unclue We give the palm where Justice points its due.' TO WHICH THE AUTHOR OF THESE PIECES SENT THE FOLLOWING REPLY. Oн factious viper! whose envenom'd tooth |