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I. 3. Thee the voice, the dance obey, Temper’d to thy warbled lay. O'er Idalia's velvet green The rofy-crowned loves are seen On Cytherea's day, With antic Sports, and blue-ey'd Pleasures, Frisking light in frolic measures; Now pursuing, now retreating, Now in circling troops they meet; To brisk notes in cadence beating, Glance their many-twinkling feet. Slow melting strains their Queen's approach declare : Where'er she turns, the Graces homage pay. With arms fublime, that float upon the air, In gliding state she wins her easy way : O'er her warm cheek, and rising bosom, move The bloom of young desire, and purple light of love,

II. I. Man's feeble race what ills await! Labour, and penury, the racks of pain, Disease, and sorrow's weeping train; And death, fad refuge from the storms of fate! The fond complaint, my song, disprove, And juftify the laws of Jove. Say, has he giv’n in vain the heav'nly Muse? Night, and all her fickly dews, Her spectres wan, and birds of boding cry, He gives to range the dreary ky: Till down the eastern cliffs afar Hyperion's marcb they spy, and glitt'ring shafts of was. II. 2. In climes beyond the solar road, Where shaggy forms o'er ice-built mountains roam, The Muse has broke the twilight gloom, To cheer the shiv’ring native's dull abode. And oft, beneath the ud'rous shade Of Chili's boundless forests laid, She deigns to hear the favage youth repeat, La loose numbers, wildly fweet, Their feather-cinctur'd chiefs, and dusky loves, Her track, where'er the goddess roves, Glory pursues, and gen’rous thame, Tl’unconquerable mind, and Freedom's holy flame.

II. 3. Woods, that wav'd o'er Delphi's steep; Iles, that crown'd th’ Egean deep.; Fields, that cool Ilissus laves; Or where Mæander's amber waves In ling’ring lab'rinths creep ; . How do your tuneful echoes languilh, Mute, but to the voice of anguish! Where each old poetic mountain Inspiration breath'd around; Ev'ry shade and hollow'd fountain Marmur'd deep a solemn sound : Till the sad Nine, in Greece's evil hour, Left their Parnafsus for the Latian plains, Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrant Pow'r, And coward Vice, that revels in her chains, When Latium had her lofty spirit loft, They fought, O Albion ! next thy sea-encircled mufte

III. 1.
Far from the sun and summer-gale,
In thy green lap was Nature's darling laid,
What time, where lucid Avon stray'd,
To him the mighty mother did unveil
Her awful face: the dauntless child
Stretch'd forth his little arms, and smil'd.
This pencil take (she faid) whose colours clear ?!
Richly paint the vernal year :
Thine too these golden keys, immortal boy!
This can unlock the gates of joy ;
Of horror that, and thrilling fears,
Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.

III. 2.
Nor second he, that rode sublime
Upon the seraph-wing of ecstacy,
The secrets of th' abyss to spy.
He pass'd the faming bounds of place and time:
The living throne, the fapphire blaze,
Where angels tremble while they gave,
He saw ; but blafted with excess of light,
Clos’d his eyes in endless night.
Behold, where Dryden's loss presumptuous car
Wide o'er the fields of glory bear
Two courlers of ethereal race,
With necks in thunder cloth'd, and long resounding pace,

III. 3.
* Hark, his hands the lyre explore !
Pigbt-ey'd Fancy, loy'ring o'er,
Scattery from her pictur'd urn
Tho'zbyts that breathe, and words that burn,
But ali, 'tis heard no more!

Oh, lyre divine! what daring spirit
Wakes thee nuw? though he inherit
Nor the pride, nor ample pinion,
That the Theban eagle bare,
Pailing with supreme dominion
Through the azure deep of air;
Yet oft before his infant eyes would run
Such forms as glitter in the Muse's ray,
With orient hues, unborrow'd of the fun :
Yet thall he mount, and keep his distant way
Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate,
Beneath the Good how far---but far above the Great!



TAY spirit, Independence, let me share!
Lord of the lion-heart and eagle eye,
Thy iteps I follow, with my bosom bare,
Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.
Deep in the frozen regions of the north,
A Goddess, violated, brought thee forth,
Immortal Liberty, whose look fublime
Hath bleach'd the tyrant's cheek in ev'ry varying clime;
What time the iron-hearted Gaul,
With frantic Superstition for his guide,
Arm’d with the dagger and the pall,
The fons of Woden to the field defy'd:

The ruthless hag, by Weser's flood,
In Heaven's name urg'd th' infernal blow;
And red the fiream began to fow :
The vanquish'd were baptiz?d with blood. *

ANTISTROPHE. The Saxon prince in horror filed From altars stain'd with human gore; And Liberty his routed legions led In safety to the bleak Norwegian fhore, There in a cave asleep the lay, Lulld by the hoarse resounding main ; When a bold savage pafs'd that way, Impell’d by Destiny, his name Disdain. Of ample front the portly chief appear'd; The hunted bear fupply'd a shaggy vest; The drifted snow hung on his yellow beard ; And his broad shoulders brav'd the furious blast. He stopt; he gaz'd; his bosom glow'd, And deeply felt the impression of her charms: He feiz’d th' advantage Fate allow'd, And straight compress’d her in his vigorous arm.

The Curlieu scream'd; the Tritons blev
Their shells to celebrate the ravith'd rite ;
Old Time exulted as he few;
And Independence saw the light,

* Charlemagne obliged 4000 Saxon prisoners to embrace the Christian religion, and immediately after they were baptized ordered their throats to be cut. Their prince Vitikind led for shelter to Gotrick king of Denmark.

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