“Furens quid femina possit." berg. xv. 6.

QUO secta virgis tempore Romulis,

Fastidiosa fronte, Britanniæ

Regina bellatrix ad aras

Indigetum steterat deorum:

Quercu sedebat sub patula senex
Vates, nivali rex Druidûm coma;
In carmen exarsurus ira

Implacidum, implacidumque luctu.

"Natæne regum nil nisi lacrymam Senes inanem reddimus, haud prius Vulgata perpessæ ? Minaces

Stringit enim dolor ipse linguas.

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

"Rome for empire far renowned, Tramples on a thousand states;

Soon her pride shall kiss the groundHark! 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,

Armed with thunder, clad with wings, Shall a wider world command.

"Cadet-rubescant sanguine literæ,

Quem fudit, istæ-Roma; carens cadet Spe quaque, detestata terris;

Mersa pari scelerum ruina.

Late tyranno sub pede proterit Jam mille gentes, ipsa tamen solo Equanda. Nunc (adverte!) portas Gallus habet. Nova nequiores

"Etas Quirites, pejor avis, feret,
Queis vile nomen militiæ; sonis,
Non marte, qæusturos honorem;
Voce viam reserante famæ.

Exinde silvæ quam sobolem sinu Gestant avitæ, fulmineis potens

Pennis et alarum capesset

Remigio populum ampliorem.

"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;
Rushed to battle, fought and died;
Dying hurled them at the foe.

Ruffians, pitiless as proud,

Heaven awards the vengeance due;

Empire is on us bestowed,

Shame and ruin wait for you."

COWPER.

"Quas ipse nescit Cæsar, aheneus
Quas ales oras non adiit, tuos,

Regina, fas torquere natos,
Indocilem numerum repulsæ.”

Hæc elocutus cælitus edito

Scatebat igni fatidicus senex:
Dum, pronus in chordas, sonantem
Dulce lyram modulatur iræ,

Queis illa sentit non humilis calens
Regina dictis: queis-ruerat nova
In arma-bellatrix sub ipsum

Funus adhuc premit acris hostes :—

"At, durior grex omnibus, omnium Contemptor! æqui di quoque vindices

Regnare nos optant: probrosa

Vos perimi placitum ruina."

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