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Immortal Liberty, whose look fublime
With frantick Superstition for his guide,
The sons of Woden to the field defy'd';
In Heaven's name orgd th' infernal blow,
And red the stream began to flow:
ANTIST ROP HE.
From altars stain'd with human ĝore ;
In safety to the bleak Norwegian fhore :
Lull'd by the hoarfe resounding main ;
Impell’d by deftiny, his name Difdain.
The hunted bear supply'd a'haggy veft,
And his broad shoulders brav'd the furious blaft.
And deeply felt th'impression of her charms:
Their shells to celebrate the ravish'd rite ;
And Independence faw the light.
* Baptiz'd with blood, &c.} Charlemaigne obliged four thogfand Saxon prisoners to embrace the Christian religion, and immediately after they were baptized, ordered their throats to be cute Their Prince Vitikind Aed for thelter to Gotrick King of Denmark.
The light he saw in Albion's happy plains ;
Where, under cover of a flowering thorn, While Philomel renew'd her warbled ftrains,
Th' auspicious fruit of stol'n embrace was born. The mountain dryads seiz'd with joy
The smiling infant to their charge consign'd; The Dorick Mufe caress’d the fav'rite boy ;
The hermit, Wisdom, ftor'd his op'ning mind. As rolling years matur'd his age,
He flourish'd bold and finewy as his fire ; While the mild passions in his breast assuage The fiercer flames of his maternal fire.
ANTISTROPHE. Accomplish'd thus, he wing'd his way,
And zealous rouz'd from pole to pole, The rolls of right eternal to display,
And warm with patriot thoughts th' aspiring soul. On désart ifles * 'twas he that rais'd
Those spires that gild th' Adriatick wave, Where tyranny beheld amaz’d
Fair Freedom's, temple, where he mark'd her grave. He steel'd the blunt Bardavian's arms
To burst th' Iberian's double chain t; And cities rear'd, and planted farms,
Won from the skirts of Neptune's wide domain. He, with the generous rusticks, late
On Uris' rocks in close divan I, And wing'd that arrow fure as fate
Which ascertain'd the facred rights of man. * On defart isles, &c.] Although Venice was built a considerable time before the æra here afligned for the birth of Independence, the Republick had not yet attained to any great degree of power and fplendour.
+ To burft tb' Iberian's double chain, &c.] The Low Countries were not only oppressed by grievous taxations, but likewise threatened with the establishment of the inquifition, when the Seven Provinces revolted, and shook off the yoke of Spain.
1 on Uris' rocks, &c.] Alluding to the known story of William Tell and his associates, the fathers and founders of the Confederacy of the Swiss Cantons.
STROPHE. Arabia's scorching fands he cross'd *,
Where blasted Nature pants supine,
To Freedom's adamantine shrine ;
He snatch'd from under fell Oppression's wing ;
Th' all-chearing hymns of Liberty to sing.
Diffus'd thro' ev'ry bafer mould ;
And turns the drofs of Corfica to gold I.
Pomp's tinsel'd liv'ry to defpise :
Where varnish'd vice and vanity combin'd,
And forge vile shackles for the free-born mind: Where Insolence his wrinkled front uprears,
And all the flowers of fpurious fancy blow, And Title his ill-woven chaplet wears,
Full often wreath'd around the miscreant's brow :
* Arabia's scorcbing Sands, &c.] The Arabs, rather than resign their inde.. pendency, have often abandoned their habitations, and encountered all che horrors of the desart.
† And many a Tartar bord, &c.] From the tyranny of Jenghis-Khan, Timar-Bec, and other eaftern conquerors, whole tribes of Tartars were used to fiy into the remotest wastes of Cathay, where no army would follow them.
I And turns the drofs of Corsica, &c.] The poble stand made by Paschal, Paoli and his associates against the usurpation of the French king, mul endear them to all the fons of liberty and independence.
Wherever dimpling Fallhood, pert and vain,
Presents her cup of state profesion's froth,
With either India's glittering spoils opprefs'd:
That bears the treasure which he cannot taste. For him let venal bards disgrace the bay,
And hireling minstrels wake the tinkling string; Her sensual snares let faithless Pleasure lay,
And all her gingling bells fantastick Folly ring:
And Nature, still to all her feelings juft,
By mountain, meadow, streamlet, grove, or cell, Where the pois'd lark his evening ditty chaunts,
And Health and Peace, and Contemplation, dwell. There Study shall with Solitude recline,
And Friendship pledge me to his fellow-fwains ; And Toil and Temperance sedately twine
The fender chord that fluttering life sustains ; And fearless Poverty shall guard the door,
And Tafte unspoil'd the frugal table spread ;
And Sleep unbrib'd his dews refreshing shed:
ODE TO A SINGING BIRD.
BY MR. RICHARDSON.
Thou that glad'st my lonesome hours
With many a wildly warbled song,
When fell Adversity prepares
With all her host of carking cares;
Sweet foother of my misery, fay,
Why dost thou clap thy joyous wing?
Haft thou not cause to grieve
Thou should'it, as well as he, receive ?
Perchance, unconscious of thy fate,
And to the woes of bondage blind,
Then how relentless he,
of life's best blefling, Liberty!