A POEM ON

WITH THE PRAISE OP PEACE AND RETIREMENT.

Though pale the cheek, yet swear it glows So rush the globes with many a fiery round,
With the vermilion of the rose :

Tear up the rock, or rend the stedfast mound. Praise them for praise is always true,

Death shakes aloft her dart, and o'er her prey Though with both eyes the cheat they view. Stalks with dire joy, and marks in blood her way; From hateful truths the virgin flies;

Mountains of heroes slain deform the ground, But the false-sex is caught with lies.

The shape of man half bury'd in the wound:
And lo! while in the shock of war they close,
While swords ineet swords, and foes encounter foes,
The treacherous Earth beneath their footsteps

cleaves, THE SEAT OF WAR IN FLANDERS,

Her entrails tremble, and her bosom heaves ;

Sudden in bursts of fire eruptions rise,
CHICTLY WITH RELATION TO THE SIEGES :

And whirl the torn battalions to the skies.
Thus earthquakes, rumbling with a thundering

sound,
WRITTEN IN 1710.

Shake the firm world, and rend the cleaving ground;

Rocks, hills, and groves, are tost into the sky, Secessus mei non desidiæ nomen, sed tranquillita- And in one mighty ruin nations die. tis accipiant.

Plin. See! through th' encumber'd air the ponderous

Bears magazines of Death within its womb; (bomb Happy, thou Flandria, on whose fertile plains,

The glowing orb displays a blazing train, In wanton pride luxurious Plenty reigns;

And darts bright horrour through th'ethereal plain; Happy! had Heaven bestow'd one blessing more,

" It mounts tempestuous, and with hideous sound And piac'd thee distant from the Gallic power!

Wheels down the heavens, and thunders v'er the But now in vain thy lawns attract the view,

ground: They but invite the victor to subdue:

Th' imprison'd Deaths rush dreadful in a blaze, War, horrid War, the sylvan scene invades,

And mow a thousand lives, a thousand ways; (arise And angry trumpets pierce the woodland shades ;

© Earth floats with blood, while spreading flames Here shatter'd towers, proud works of many an age, From palaces, and domes, and kindle half the skies. Lie dreadful monuments of human rage; There palaces and hallow'd domes display

Thus terribly in air the comets roll, Majestic ruins, awful in decay!

And shoot malignant gleams from pole to pole;

"I'ween worlds and worlds they move, and from their Thy very dust, though undistinguish'd trod,

hair Compos'd, perhaps, some hero, great and good, Who nobly for his country lost his blood !

Shake the blue Plague, the Pestilence, and War. Ev'n with the grave, the haughty spoilers war, But who is he, who stern bestrides the plain, And Death's dark mansions wide disclose to air: Who drives triumphant o'er huge hills of slain ; O'er kings and saints insulting stalk, nor dread Serené, while engines from the hostile tower To spurn the ashes of the glorious dead.

Ram froin their brazen mouths an iron shower ; See! the Britannic lions wave in air !

While turbid fiery sinoke obscures the day, See! mighty Marlborough breathing death and war!

Hews thro' the deathtul breach his desperate way; Irom Albion's shores, at Anna's high commands,

Sare Jove descending joins the martial toil; The dauntless hero pours his martial bands.

Or is it Marlborough, or the great Argyle? As when in wrath stern Mars the Thunderer sends Thus, when the Grecians, furious to destroy, To scourge his foes; in pomp the descends;

Level'd the structures of imperial Troy; He mounts his iron car; with fury burns;

Here angry Neptune hurld his rengeful mace, The car, fierce-rattling, thunders as it turns; There Jove o'erturn'd it from its inmost base: Gloomy he grasps his adamantine shield,

Though brave, yet vanquished, she confess’d the And scatters armies o'er th' ensanguin'd field:

odds; With delegated wrath thus Marlborough glows, Her sons were beroes, but they fought with gods. In vengeance rushing on his country's focs.

Ah! what new horrours rise? In deep array See! round the hostile towers embattled stands

The squadrons form! aloft the standards play! His banner'd host, embodied bands by bands !

The captains draw the sword ! on every brow Hark! the shrill trumpet sends a mortal sound, Deterinin'd valuur lowers! the trumpets blow! And prancing horses shake the solid ground; See! the brave Briton delves the cavern'd ground The surly drums beat terrible afar,

Through the hard entrails of the stubborn mound ! With all the dreadful inusic of the war;

And undismay'd by Death, the foe invades From the drawn swords effulgent flames arise,

Through dreadful horrorus of infernal shade's ! Flash o'er the plains, and lighten to the skies; The heaven above, the fields and foods beneath, Glare formidably bright, and shine with death; In fiery storms descends a murderous shower,

's Ev'n the stern souls of heroes feel dismay; Thiek sash the lightnings, fierce the thunders roar,

Proud tempics nod, asp ring towers give way. As when in wrathful mood almighty Jove

Dreadful it mounts, tempestuous in its flight, Aims his dire bolts red-hissing from above;

It sinks, it falls, Earth groans beneath its weight. Through the sing'd air, with unresisted sway,

Th'imprison's Deaths rusb out in smoke and fire, The forky vengeance rends its faming way,

The mighty bleed, heaps crush'd on heaps expire. And, while the firmament with thunder roars, From their foundations hurls imperial towers: The barriers burst, wide-spreading flames arise.

VARIATIONS.

6

In vain the wall's broad base deep-rooted lies, I see proud victors in triumphal cars,
In vain an hundred turrets threat the skies ! Chiefs, kings, and herves, seam'd with glorious
Lo! while at ease the bands immur'd repose,

scars!
Nor careless dream of subterranean foes,

Or li ten till the raptur'd soul takes wings,
Like the Cadmæan host, embattled swarms While Plato reasons, or while Homer sings.
Start from the earth, and clash their sounding arms,
And, pouring war and slaughter from beneath,

Charm me, ye sacred leaves', with loftier themes
Wrap towers, walls, men, in fire, in blood, in death.

With opening Heavens, and angels rob'd in flames:

Ye restless passions, while I read, be aw'd :
So some fam'd torrent dives within the caves Hail, ye mysterious oracles of God!
Of opening earth, ingulph'd with all his waves;

Here I behold how infant Time began,
Higb o'er the latent stream the shepherd feeds

How the dust mov'd and quicken'd into man;
His wandering flock, and tunes the sprightly reed : Here through the flowery walks of Eden rove,
Till from some rifted chasm the billows rise,

Court the soft breeze, or range the spicy grove; And, foaming, burst tumultuous to the skies;

There tred on hallow'd ground where angels tiod, Then, roaring dreadful o'er the delug'd plain, And reverend patriarchs talk'd as friends with Sweep herds and hinds in thunder to the main.

God;

Or hear the voice to slumbering prophets given,
Bear me, ye friendly powers, to gentler scenes, Or gaze on visions from the throne of Heaven.
To shady bowers, and never-fading greens !
Where the shrill trumpet never sounds alarms,

But nobler yet, far nobler scenes advance !
Nor martial din is heard, nor clash of arms;

Why leap the mountains ? why the forests dance?
Hail, ye soft seats! ye limpid springs and floods !

Why flashes glory from the golden spheres?
Ye flowery meads, ye vales, and woods!

Rejoice, O Earth, a God, a Gal appears!
Ye limpid foods, that ever murmuring flow!

A God, a God, descending angels sing,
Ye verdant meads, where flowers eternal blow ! And mighty Seraphs shout, Behold your King!
Ye shady vales, where Zephyrs ever play!

Hail, virgin-born! Lift, lift, ye blind, your eyes!
Ye woods, where little warblers tune their lay! Sing, oh! ye dumb! and on! ye dead, arise!

Tremble, ye gates of Hell ! in noblest strains
Here grant me, Heaven, to end my peaceful days, Tell it aloud, ye Heavens! the Saviour reigns !
And steal myself from life by slow decays;
Draw health from food the temperate garden yields, of transient life, in no unuseful ease !

Thus lonely, thoughtful, may I run the race
From fruit or herb the bounty of the fields;

Enjoy each hour, nor as it flects away,
Nor let the loaded table groan beneath

Think life too short, and yet too long the day ;
Slain animals, the horrid feast of Death:

Of right observant, while the soul attends
With age unknown to pain or sorrow blest,

Each duty, and makes Heaven and angels friends,
To the dark grave retiring as to rest;

And thou, fair Peace, from the wild floods of war While gently with one sigh this mortal frame

Come dove-like, and thy blooming olive bear; Dissolving turus to ashes, whence it came;

Tell me, ye victors, what strange charms ye tind
While my freed soul departs without a groan,

In Conquest, that destruction of mankind!
And, joyful, wings her fight to worlds unknown.

Unenvy'd may your laurels ever grow,
Ye gloomy grots! ye awful solemn cells, That never flourish but in human woe,
Where holy thoughtful Contemplation dwells, If never Earth the wreath triumphal bears,
Guard me from splendid cares, and tiresome state, Till drench'd in heroes' blood, or orphans' tears.
That pompous misery of being great!

Let Ganges from afar to slaughter train
Happy! if by the wise and learn'd belov'd;

His sable warriors on th' embattled plain ;
But happiest above all, if self-approv'd !
Content with ease; ambitious to despise

Let Volga's sons in iron squadrons rise,

And pour in millions from her frozen skies :
Illustrious Vanity, and glorious Vice!

Thou, gentle Thames, flow thou in peaceful streams,
Come, thou chaste maid, here ever let me stray,
While the calm hours steal unperceived away;

Bid thy bold sons restrain their martial flames.
Here court the Muses, while the Sun on high

In thy own laurel's shade, great Mariborough, Flames in the vault of Heaven, and fires the sky :

stay,

saway: Or while the night's dark wings this globe sur

There charm the thoughts of conquer'd worlds

Guardian of England! born to scourge her foes, round,

Speak, and thy word gives half the world repose ;
And the pale Moon begins her solemn round,

Sink down, ye bilis; eternal rocks, subside ;
Bid my free son to starry orbs repair,
Those radiant worlds that float in ambient air,

Vanish, ye forts; thou, Ocean, drain thy tide:
And with a regular confusion stray

We safety boast, defended by thy faine,

And armies in the tertour of thy name!
Oblique, direct, along th' aërial way:

Now fix o'er Anna's throne thy victor blade.
Or when Aurora, from her golden bowers,
Exhales the fragrance of the balmy flowers,

War, be thou chain'd! ye streams of blood, be
Recliu'd in silence on a mossy bed,

stay'd! Consult the learned volumes of the dead;

Though wild Ambition her just vengeance feels,
Fall’n realms and empires in description view,

She wars to save, and where she strikes, she heals.
Live o'er past times, and build whole worlds anew; So Pallas with her javelin smote the ground,
Or from the bursting tombs in fancy raise

And peaceful olives flourish'd from the wound.
The sons of Fame, who liv'd in ancient days :
And lo! with haughty stalk the warrior treads !
Stern legislators, frowning, lift their heads !

· The Holy Scriptures.

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE

CHASES,

TRENT.

Against our reason fondly we believe,
Assist the fraud, and teach it to deceive :

As the faint traveller, when Night invades,
CHARLES LORD CORNWALLIS,

Sees a false light relieve the ambient shades,
BARON OF EYRE, WARDEN, CHIEF JUSTICE, AND JUSTICE Pleas'd he beholds the bright delusion play,
IN EYRE OF ALL HIS MAJESTY'S FORESTS,

But the false guide shines only to betray: PARKS, AND WARRENS, ON THE SOUTH SIDE op Swift he pursues, yet still the path mistakes,

O'er dangerous marshes, or through thorny brakes;

Yet obstinate in wrong he toils to stray, -δώρόν τοι τούτο δίδωμι

With many a weary stride, o'er many a painful way: Μνημα

Odyssey, lib. 15. So man pursues the phantom of his brain,

And buys his disappointment with his pain :
O Thou, whose virtues sanctify thy state ! At length when years invidiously destroy
O great, without the vices of the great!

The power to taste the long-expected joy,
Form'd by a dignity of mind to please,

Then Fortune envious sheds her golden show'rs, To think, to act with elegance and ease 8 !

Malignly smiles, and curses him with stores.
Say, wilt thou listen while I tune the string,
And sing to thee, who gav'st me ease to sing?

Thus o'er the urns of friends departed weep. Unskill'd in verse, I haunt the silent grove;

The mournful kindred, and fond vigils keep;

Ambrosial ointments o'er their ashes shed,
Yet lowly shepherds sing to mighty Jove :
And mighty Jove attends the shepherds' vows,

And scatter useless roses on the dead;
And gracious what his suppliants ask bestows:

And when no more avail the world's delights, So by thy favour may the Muse be crown'd,

The spicy odours, and the solemn rites, And plant her laurels in more fruitful ground ;

With fruitless pomp they deck the senseless tombs, The grateful Muse shall in return bestow

And waste profusely floods of vain perfumes. Her spreading laurels to adorn thy brow,

Thus, guarded by the tree of Jove, a flower Shoots from the earth, nor fears th' inclement And, when the fury of the storm is laid, (shower;

THE ROSE-BUD
Repays with sweets the hospitable shade.

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE
Severe their lot, who, when they long endure
The wounds of fortune, late receive a cure!

THE LADY JANE WHARTON,
Like ships in storms o'er liquid mountains tost,
Ere they are av'd must alınost first be lost; Queen of fragrance, lovely Rose,
But you with speed forbid distress to grieve: The beauties of thy leaves disclose!
He gives by halves', who hesitates to give.

The winter's past, the tempests fly,

Soft gales breathe gently through the sky, Thus, when an angel views mankind distrest,

The lark sweet warbling on the wing He feels compassion pleading in his breast;

Salutes the gay return of Spring: Instant the heavenly guardian cleaves the skies,

The silver dews, the vernal showers,
And, pleas’d to save, on wings of lightning flies',

Call forth a bloomy waste of flowers;
Some the vain promises of courts betray; The joyous fields, the shady woods,
And gaviy straying, they are pleas'd to stray ; Are cloth'd with green, or swell with buds :
The Rattering nothing still deludes their eyes, Then haste thy beauties to disclose,
Seems ever near, yet ever distant fies:

Queen of fragrance, lovely Rose !
As perspectives present the object nigh,

Thou, beauteous flower, a welcome guest, Though fur remov'd from the mistaking eye ;

Shalt nourish on the fair-one's breast,

Shalt grace her hand, or deck her hair,
ADDITIONS.

The flower most sweet, the nymph most fair.

Breathe soft, ye winds! be calm, ye skies ! • Firm to thy king, and to thy country brave;

Arise, ye flowery race, arise ! Loyal, yet free; a subject, not a slave;

And haste thy beauties to disclose, Say, &c.

Queen of fragrance, lovely Rose ! • Few know to ask, or decently receive; And fewer still with dignity to give :

But thou, fair nymph, thyself survey If earn'd by flattery, gifts of highest price

In this sweet offspring of a day :

That miracle of face must fail;
Are not a bounty, but the pay of Vice.
Some wildly lavish, yet no friend obtain;

Thy charms are sweet, but charms are frail ;

Swift as the short-liv'd florer they fiy,
Nor are they generous, but absurd and vain.
Some give with surly pride and boisterous hands,

At morn they bloom, at evening die:
As Jove pours rain in thunder o'er the lands. Though Sickness yet a while forbears,
When Merit pleads, you meet it, and embrace,

Yet 'Time destroys what Sickness spares. And give the favour lustre by the grace;

Now Helen lives alone in fame, So Phabus to his warmth a glory joins,

And Cleopatra 's but a name. Blessing the world, and while he blesses shines.

Time must indent that heavenly brow,

And thou must be, what they are now. 1 The lord Cornwallis, in a most obliging manner, recommended the author to the rectory of This moral to the fair disclose, Pulhain

Queen of fragrance, lovely Rose

a

BELINDA AT THE BATH.

Think then, O fairest of the fairer race,

What fatal beauties arm thy heavenly face, While in these fountains bright Belinda laves, Whose very shadow can such flames inspire; She adds new virtues to the healing waves : We see 'tis paint, and yet we feel 'tis fire. Thus in Bethesda's pool an angel stood,

See! with false life the lovely image glows, Bad the soft waters heal, and blest the food :

And every wondrous grace transplanted shows; But from her eye such bright destruction flies, Patally fair the new creation reigns, In vain they fow! for her, the lover dies. Charms in her shape, and multiplies our pains:

No more let Tagus boast, whose beds unfold Hence the fond youth, that ease by absence found, A shining treasure of all-conquering gold ! Views the dear form, and bleeds at every wound; No more the Po?! whose wandering waters stray, Thus the bright Venus, though to Heaven she soard, In mazy errours, through the starry way: Reign'd in her image, by the world ador'd. Henceforth these springs superior honours share ; Oh! wondrous power of mingled light and shades! There Venus laves, but my Belinda here,

Where beauty with dumb eloquence persuades,
Where passions are beheld in picture wrought,
And animated colours look a thought :

Rare art! on whose command all nature waits!
THE COY:

It copies all Omnipotence creates :

Here crown'd with mountains earth expanded lies, AN ODE.

There the proud seas with all their billows rise : Love is a noble rich repast,

If life be drawn, responsive to the thought But seldom should the lover taste;

The breathing figures live throughout the draught; When the kind fair no more restrains,

The mimic bird in skies fictitious moves,

Or fancied beasts in imitated groves : The glutton surfeits, and disdains.

Ev'n Heaven it climbs; and from the forming hands To move the nymph, he tears bestows,

An angel here, and there a Townshend ? stands. He rainly sighs, he falsely vows : The tears deceive, the vows betray;

Yet, painter, yet, though Art with Nature strive, He conquers, and contemns the prey.

Though ev'n the lovely phantom seem alive,

Submit thy vanquish'd art! and own the draught, Thus Ammon's son with fierce delight

Though fair, defective, and a beauteous fault : Smild at the terrours of the fight;

Charms, such as hers, iniinitably great, The thoughts of conquest charm'd his eyes,

He only can express, that can create, He conquer'd, and he wept the prize,

Couldst thou extract the whiteness of the snow, Love, like a prospect, with delight

Or of its colours rob the heavenly bow, Sveetly deceives the distant sight,

Yet would her beauty triumph o'er thy skill, Where the tir'd travellers survey,

Lovely in thee, herself more lovely still ! O'er hanging rooks, a dangerous way.

Thus in the lipid fountain we descry Ye fair, that would victorious prove,

The faint resemblance of the glittering sky; Seem but half kind, when most you love:

Another Sun displays his lessen'd beams, Damon parsues, if Celia flies;

Another Heaven adorns the enlighten'd streams: But when her love is barn, his dies.

But though the scene be fair, yet high above

Th’exalted skies in nobler beauties move;
Had Danaë the young, the fair,
Reen free and unconfin'd as air,

There the true Heaven's eternal lamps display Pree from the guards and brazen tower,

A deluge of inimitable day, She'd ne'er been worth a golden show'r,

TO THE HONOURABLE

MRS, ELIZABETH TOWNSHEND,

AFTERWARDS

LADY CORNWALLIS,

ON HER PICTURE, AT RAINHAM,

ripieni yumaan Είδος σ' άδι φρένας.

Odyssey, lib. 18.
Au! cruel hand, that could such power employ
To teach the pictur'd beauty to destroy!
Singly she charm'd before; but by his skill
The living beauty and her likeness kill!
Thus when in parts the broken mirrors fall,
A face in all is seen, and charms in all!

TO MR. POPE,

ON HIS WORKS. 1726,
Let vulgar souls triumpal arches raise,
And speaking marble, to record their praise;
Or carve with fruitless toil, to fame unknown,
The mimic feature on the breathing stone;
Mere mortals, subject to Death's total sway,
Reptiles of Earth, and beings of a day!
'Tis thine, on every heart to grave thy praise,
A monument which worth alone can raise;
Sure to survive, when l'ime shall whelm in dust
The arch, the marble, and the mimic bust;
Nor till the volumes of th' expanded sky
Blaze in one flame, shalt thou and Homer die;
When sink together in the world's last fires
What Heaven created, and what Heaven inspires,

If aught on Earth, when once this breath is fled,
With human transport touch the mighty dead

Eridanum cernes in parte locatum cæli.

Tull. in Arateis, Gurgite sidereo subterluit Oriona, Claud,

Now lady Cornwallis,

Shakespeare, rejoice! his hand thy page refines, Nor longer in his heavy eye-ball shin'd
Now every scene with native brightness shines; The glance divine forth-beaming from the mind $
Just to thy fame, he gives thy genuin' thought, But you, like Pallas, every limb infold
So Tully publish'd what Lucretius wrote;

With royal robes, and bid him shine in gold; Prun'd by his care, thy laurels loftier grow, Touch'd by your hand, his manly frame improves And bloom afresh on thy immortal brow. (vades, With air divine, and like a god he moves.

Thus when thy draughts, O Raphael, Time in- This labour past, of heavenly subjects sing, And the bold figure froin the canvas fades; While hovering angels listen on the wing; A rival hand recalls from every part

To hear from Earth such heart-felt raptures rise, Some latent grace, and equals art with art; As, when they sing, suspended hold the skies : Transported we survey the dubious strife,

Or, nobly rising in fair Virtue's cause, While the fair image starts again to life.

From thy own life transcribe th' unerring laws; How long untun'd ha:) Homer's sacred lyre

Teach a bad world beneath her sway to bend, Jarrd grating discord, all extinct his fire!

To verse like thine fierce savages attend,
This you beheld ; and, taught by Heaven to sing, And men more fierce! When Orpheus tunes the lay,
Call'd the loud music from the sounding string.

Ev'n fiends, relenting, hear their rage away.
Now wak'd fron slumbers of three thousand years,
Once more Achilles in dread pomp appears,
Towers o'er the field of Death, as fierce he turns,
Keen flash his arms, and all the hero burns ;

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His plume nods horrible, his helm on high
With cheeks of iron glares against the sky;

THE ILIARS OF HOMER.
With martial stalk, and more than mortal might,
He strides along, he meets the God in fight :

IN THE STYLE OF MILTON.
Then the pale Titans, chain'd on burning foors, Now high advanc'd the night, o'er all the host
Start at the din that reads th' infernal shores;

Sleep shed his softest balm ; restless alone Tremble the towers of Heaven ; Earth rocks her Atrides lay, and cares revolvid on cares.

coasts ; And gloomy Pluto shakes with all his ghosts.

As when with rising vengeance gloomy Jove

Pours down a wat'ry deluge, or in storms
To every theme responds thy various lay;

Of hail or snow commands the goary jaws
Here pours a torrent, there meanders play:
Sonorous as the storın thy numbers rise,

Of War to roar; through all the kindling skies, Toss the wild waves, and thunder in the skies;

With flaming wings on lightnings lightnings play:

So while Atrides meditates the war,
Or, softer than a yielding virgin's sigh,
The gentle breezes breathe away, and die.

Sighs after sighs, burst from his manly breast,

And shake his inmost soul : round o'er the fields How twangs the bow, when with a jarring spring The whizzing arrows vanish from the string !

To Troy he turns his eyes, and round beholds When giants strain, some rock’s vast weight to shove,

A thousand fires blaze dreadful; through his ears

Passes the direful symphony of war, The slow verse heaves, and the clogg'd words scarce

Of fife, or pipe, and the loud hum of hosts move; But when from high it rolls with many a bound,

Strikes him dismay’d: now o'er the Grecian tents Jumping it thundering whirls, and rushes to the

His eyes he rolls; now from his royal head

Rends the fair curl in sacrifice to Jove, ground: Swift for's the verse, when winged lightnings fly,

And his brave heart heaves with iinperial woes. Dart from the dazzled view, and flash along the sky; Thus groans the thoughtful king; at length resolves Thus, like the radiant God who sheds the day, To seek the Pylian sage, in wise debate The vale you paint, or guild the azure way; To ripen high designs, and from the sword And, while with erery there the verse complics, Preserve his banded legions. Pale and sad Sink without groveling; without rashness, rise. tprose the monarch : instant o'er his breast

A robe he threw, and on his royal feet Proceed, great bard, awake th' harmonious

Glitter'd th' einbroider'd sandals: o'er his back Be ours all Homer, still Ulysses sing! (string, Ev'n I, the meanest of the Muses' train,

A dreadful ornament, a lion's spoils, Infam'd by thec, attempt a nobler strain ;

With hideous grace down to his ankles hung;

Fierce in his hand he grasp'd a glittering spear. Advent'rous waken the Maonian lyre, Tund by your hand, and sing as you inspire : With equal care was Menelaus toss'd : So, arm'd by great Achilles for the fight,

Sleep from his teinples fled, his generous heart Patroclus conquer'd in Achilles' might.

Felt all his people's woes, who in his cause like theirs our friendship! and I boast iny name Stemw'd the proud main, and nubiy stood in aims To thine united, for thy friendship's famne.

Confronting Death: a leopard's spotted spoils

Tcrrific clad his limbs, a brazen helm
How long llysses, by unskilful hands
Stript of his robes, a beggar trød our lands,

Beam'it on his head, and in his hand a spear. Sach as he wanderd o'er his native coast,

Forth from his tent the royal Spartan strode Shrunk by the wand', and all the hero lost;

To wakr the king of men; hiin wak'd he found O'er his smooth skin a bark of wiinkles spread,

Clasping his polish'd arıns; with rising joy Old-age disgrac'd the honours of his head;

The beroe: meet, the Spartan thus begun:

“Why thus in arms, inv prinec? Send'st thou some *The author translaudeight books or the Odyssey.

To view the Trojan host? Alas! I fear (spy

Lest the most dauntless sons of glorious War “See the 16th Odyssey, ver. 186, and 470. Shrink at the bold design! This task demands