O Friendship! if my soul forego ODE TO PEACE. COME, peace of mind, delightful guest! Where wilt thou dwell, if not with me, For whom, alas! dost thou prepare The great, the gay, shall they partake That murmurs through the dewy mead, For thee I panted, thee I prized, Whate'er I loved before; And shall I see thee start away, And helpless, hopeless, hear thee say— Farewell! we meet no more? BOADICEA. AN ODE.. WHEN the British warrior queen, Sage beneath a spreading oak Princess! if our aged eyes Weep upon thy matchless wrongs, "Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. Rome shall perish-write that word Rome, for empire far renown'd, Tramples on a thousand states; Soon her pride shall kiss the groundHark! the Gaul is at her gates! Other Romans shall arise, Sounds, not arms, shall win the prize, Then the progeny that springs From the forests of our land, Arm'd with thunder, clad with wings, Shall a wider world command. Regions Cæsar never knew Thy posterity shall sway; Where his eagles never flew, None invincible as they. Such the bard's prophetic words, She, with all a monarch's pride, Ruffians, pitiless as proud, Heaven awards the vengeance due; Empire is on us bestow'd, Shame and ruin wait for you. ODE TO APOLLO. ON AN INK-GLASS ALMOST DRIED IN THE SUN. PATRON of all those luckless brains, Ah why, since oceans, rivers, streams, Why, stooping from the noon of day, Too covetous of drink, A poet's drop of ink? Upborne into the viewless air, It floats a vapour now, Impell'd through regions dense and rare To form an Iris in the skies, Phoebus, if such be thy design, To place it in thy bow, Give wit, that what is left may shine |