HEMANS.

To bid the big tear start Unchallenged from its shrine, And thrill the quiv'ring heart With pity's voice, are thine.

SHELLEY.

A solitary rock

In a far distant sea,

Rent by the thunder's shock,

An emblem stands of thee!

HOGG.

Clothed in the rainbow's beam, 'Mid strath and pastoral glen,

He sees the Fairies' gleam

Far from the haunts of men.

BYRON.

Black clouds his forehead bound, And at his feet were flowers:

Mirth Madness Magic found

In him their keenest powers.

MOORE.

Crown'd with perennial flowers,
By Wit and Genius wove,

He wanders through the bowers
Of Fancy and of Love.

Boadicea.

Cowper.

WHEN the British warrior Queen,
Bleeding from the Roman rods,
Sought, with an indignant mien,
Counsel of her country's gods:

Sage beneath the spreading oak,
Sat the Druid, hoary chief;
Ev'ry burning word he spoke
Full of rage, and full of grief:

"Princess! if our aged eyes

Weep upon thy matchless wrongs, "T is because resentment ties

All the terrors of our tongues.

"Rome shall perish-write that word
In the blood that she has spilt;
Perish, hopeless and abhorr'd,
Deep in ruin as in guilt.

"Rome, for-empire far renown'd,

Tramples on a thousand states; Soon her pride shall kiss the ground – Hark! the Gaul is at her gates!

"Other Romans shall arise

Heedless of a soldier's name;

Sounds, not arms, shall win the prize, Harmony the path to fame ;

"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,
Pregnant with celestial fire,
Bending, as he swept the chords
Of his sweet but awful lyre.

She, with all a monarch's pride,
Felt them in her bosom glow;

Rush'd to battle fought and died:

Dying, hurl'd them at the foe,

"Ruffians, pitiless as proud

Heav'n awards the vengeance due:

Empire is on-us bestow'd;

Shame and ruin wait for you."

Destruction of Sennacherib.

Byron.

THE Assyrian came-down like-a-wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee .

Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green,
That host with their banners at sunset were seen;
Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown,
That host on-the-morrow lay wither'd and strown.

For the angel-of-death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd;
And the eyes-of-the-sleepers wax'd deadly and chill,
And their hearts but-once heaved, and for-ever grew still.

And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride:
And the foam-of-his-gasping lay white on the turf,
And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.

And there lay the rider distorted and pale,

With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent the banners alone,

And the widows of Asshur are loud in their wail,
And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;
And the might-of-the-Gentile unsmote by-the-sword
Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!

To the Bramble
Bramble Flower.

Elliot.

THY fruit full-well the school-boy knows, Wild bramble of the brake!

Go put thou forth thy small white rose :

I love it for his sake.

Though woodbines flaunt and roses glow
O'er all the fragrant bowers,

Thou need'st not be ashamed to show
Thy satin-threaded flowers;

For dull the eye, the heart is dull,
That cannot feel how fair,
Amid-all-beauty beautiful,
Thy tender blossoms are.

How delicate thy gaudy frill

How rich thy branchy stem ·
How soft thy voice when woods are still
And thou sing'st hymns to them!

While silent flowers. are falling slow,
And, 'mid the general hush,
A sweet air lifts the little bough,
Lone whispering through the bush!

The primrose to the grave is gone.
The hawthorn flower is dead -
The violet by the moss'd gray stone
Hath laid her weary head!