The high huge-bellied mountains skip, like rams
Amongst their ewes ; the little hills, like lambs.
Why fled the ocean? And why skipp'd the mountains ?
Why turn'd Jordan toward his crystal fountains ?
Shake, earth! and at the presence be aghast
Of him that ever was, and aye shall last ;
That glassy floods from rugged rocks can crush,
And make soft rills from fiery flint-stones gush.
PSALM CXXXVI.
LET us, with a gladsome mind,
Praise the Lord, for he is kind,
For his mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
Let us blaze his name abroad,
For of gods he is the God;
For his, &c.
Oh, let us his praises tell,
Who doth the wrathful tyrants quell;
For his, &c.
Who, with his miracles, doth make
Amazed heaven and earth to shake;
For his, &c.
Who, by his wisdom, did create
The painted heavens so full of state ;
For his, &c.
Who did the solid earth ordain
To rise above the watery plain;
For his, &c.
Who, by his all-commanding might,
Did fill the new-made world with light;
For his, &c.
And caused the golden-tressed sun
All the day long his course to run ,
For his, &c.
The horned moon to shine by night,
Amongst her spangled sisters bright:
For his, &c.
He, with his thunder-clasping hand,
Smote the first-born of Egypt land;
For his, &c.
And, in despite of Pharaoh fell,
He brought from thence his Israel ;
For his, &c.
The ruddy waves he cleft in twain,
Of the Erythræan main ;
For his, &c.
The floods stood still, like walls of glass,
While the Hebrew bands did pass;
For his, &c.
THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE, LIB. I.
What slender youth, bedew'd with liquid odours,
Courts thee on roses in some pleasant cave,
Pyrrha ? For whom bind'st thou
In wreaths thy golden hair,
Plain in thy neatness? Oh, how oft shall he
On faith, and changed gods, complain, and seas
Rough with black winds, and storms
Unwonted shall admire!
Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold,
Who, always vacant, always amiable,
Hopes thee, of flattering gales
Unmindful. Hapless they,
To whom thou untried seem'st fair! Me, in my vow'd
Picture, the sacred wall declares to have hung
My dank and dropping weeds
To the stern god of sea.
GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH.
Brutus thus addresses DIANA in the country of LEOGECIA.
GODDESS of shades, and huntress, who at will
Walk'st on the rolling spheres, and through the deep;
On thy third reign, the earth, look now, and tell
What land, what seat of rest, thou bidd'st me seek,
What certain seat, where I may worship thee
For aye, with temples vow'd, and virgin choirs.
To whom, sleeping before the altar, DIANA answers in a vision
the same night.
BRUTUS, far to the west, in the ocean wide,
Beyond the realm of Gaul, a land there lies,
Sea-girt it lies, where giants dwelt of old ;
Now void, it fits thy people : thither bend
But full soon they did devour
The tawny king with all his power ;
For his, &c.
His chosen people he did bless
In the wasteful wilderness;
For his, &c.
In bloody battle he brought down
Kings of prowess and renown;
For his, &c.
He foil'd bold Seon and his host,
That ruled the Amorrean coast;
For his, &c.
And large-limb'd Og he did subdue,
With all his over-hardy crew;
For his, &c.
And, to‘his servant Israel,
He gave their land therein to dwell ;
For his, &c.
He hath, with a piteous eye,
Beheld us in our misery;
For his, &c.
And freed us from the slavery
Of the invading enemy;
For his, &c.
All living creatures he doth feed,
And with full hand supplies their need;
For his, &c.
Let us, therefore, warble forth
His mighty majesty and worth ;
For his, &c.
That his mansion hath on high,
Above the reach of mortal eye;
For his mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE, LIB. I.
What slender youth, bedew'd with liquid odours,
Courts thee on roses in some pleasant cave,
Pyrrha ? For whom bind'st thou
In wreaths thy golden hair,
Plain in thy neatness? Oh, how oft shall he
On faith, and changed gods, complain, and seas
Rough with black winds, and storms
Unwonted shall admire !
Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold,
Who, always vacant, always amiable,
Hopes thee, of flattering gales
Unmindful. Hapless they,
To whom thou untried seem'st fair! Me, in my vow'd
Picture, the sacred wall declares to have hung
My dank and dropping weeds
To the stern god of sea.
GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH.
Brutus thus addresses DIANA in the country of LEOGECIA.
GODDESS of shades, and huntress, who at will
Walk'st on the rolling spheres, and through the deep;
On thy third reign, the earth, look now, and tell
What land, what seat of rest, thou bidd’st me seek,
What certain seat, where I may worship thee
For aye, with temples vow'd, and virgin choirs.
To whom, sleeping before the altar, DIANA answers in a vision
the same night.
Brutus, far to the west, in the ocean wide,
Beyond the realm of Gaul, a land there lies,
Sea-girt it lies, where giants dwelt of old ;
Now void, it fits thy people : thither bend
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