Thus earthquakes, rambling with a thund'ring found,
Shake the firm world, and rend the cleaving ground;
Rocks, hills, and groves, are tofs'd into the fky,
And in one mighty ruin nations die.

See, thro' th' incumber'd air the pond'rous bomb
Bears magazines of death within it's womb!
The glowing orb difplays a blazing train,

And darts bright horror thro' th' ethereal plain;

It mounts tempeft'ous, and with hideous found
Wheels down the heav'ns and thunders o'er the ground!
Th' imprifon'd deaths rufh dreadful in a blaze,
And mow a thoufand lives a thousand ways;

Earth floats with blood, while fpreading flames arise
From palaces and domes, and kindle half the fkies.
Thus terribly in air the comets roll,

And fhoot malignant gleams from pole to pole:
'Tween worlds and worlds they move, and from their hair
Shake the blue plague, the peftilence, and war.
But who is he who ftern beftrides the plain,
Who drives triumphant o'er huge hills of flain,
Serene, while engines from the hoftile tower
Rain from their brazen mouths an iron fhower;
While turbid fiery smoke obfcures the day,
Hews thro' the deathful breach his defp'rate way?
Sure Jove, defcending, joins the martial toil!
Or is it Marlb'rough, or the great Argyle?

Thus, when the Grecians, furious to destroy,
Levell'd the ftructures of imperial Troy,
Here angry Neptune hurl'd his vengeful mace,
There Jove o'erturn'd it from it's inmoft bafe;
Tho' brave, yet vanquifh'd, fhe confefs'd the odds;
Her fons were heroes, but they fought with gods.
Ah! what new horrors rife! in deep array
The fquadrons form; aloft the standards play;
The captains draw the fword; on ev'ry brow
Determin'd Valour lours, the trumpets blow...

!

See,

See, the brave Briton delves the cavern'd ground
Thro' the hard entrails of the stubborn mound,
And, undifmay'd by death, the foe invades.
Thro' dreadful horrors of infernal fhades!
In vain the wall's broad bafe deep-rooted lies!
In vain an hundred turrets threat the skies!
Lo! while at ease the bands immur'd repose;
Nor, careless, dream of fubterranean foes,
Like the Cadmean hoft, embattled fwarms
Start from the earth, and clash their founding arms;
And, pouring war and flaughter from beneath,
Wrap towers, walls, men, in fire, in blood, in death!
So fome fam'd torrent dives within the caves
Of op'ning earth, ingulf'd with all his waves:
High o'er the latent ftream the fhepherd feeds
His wand'ring flock, and tunes the sprightly reeds;
Till from fome rifted chasm the billows rife,
And foaming burft tumultuous to the skies;
Then roaring dreadful o'er the delug'd plain,
Sweep herds and hinds in thunder to the main.

Bear me, ye friendly pow'rs! to gentler fcenes,
To fhady bowers and never-fading greens;
Where the shrill trumpet never founds alarms,
Nor martial din is heard, nor clafh of arms.
Hail, ye foft feats! ye limpid fprings and floods!
Ye flow'ry meads! yè valės and maży woods!
Ye limpid floods! that ever murm'ring flow,
Ye verdant meads! where flow'rs eternal blow,
Ye fhady vales! where zephyrs ever play,
Ye woods! where little warblers tune their lay.

Here grant me, Heav'n, to end my peaceful days,
And fteal myself from life by flow decays;
Draw health from food the temp'ratę garden yields,
From fruit or herb, the bounty of the fields;
;

Nor let the loaded table groan beneath
Blain animals, the horrid feast of death:

With age unknown, to pain or forrow blefs'd,
To the dark grave retiring, as to reft;
While gently with one figh this mortal frame
Diffolving, turns to ashes, whence it came ;
While my freed foul departs without a groan,
And joyful wings her flight to worlds unknown.
Ye gloomy grots! ye awful folemn cells!
Where holy thoughtful Contemplation dwells,
Guard me from fplendid cares and tiresome state,
That pompous mifery of being great!
Happy if by the wife and learn'd belov'd,
But happiest above all, if self-approv’d!
Content with ease, ambitious to defpife
Illuftrious vanity and glorious vice!

Come thou, chafte maid! here ever let me stray,
While the calm hours fteal unperceiv'd away;

Here court the Mufes, while the fun on high
Flames in the vault of heaven and fires the sky;
Or while the night's dark wings this globe furround,
And the pale moon begins her folemn round,
Bid my free foul to starry orbs repair,

Thofe radiant worlds that float in ambient air,
And with a regular confufion ftray

Oblique, direct, along th' aërial way;

Or when Aurora from her golden bowers
Exhales the fragrance of the balmy flowers,
Reclin'd in filence on a moffy bed,

Confult the learned volumes of the dead;

Fall'n realms and empires in defcription view,

Live o'er paft times, and build whole worlds anew;
Or from the bursting tombs in fancy raife

The fons of Fame who liv'd in ancient days.
And, lo! with haughty ftalk the warrior treads!
Stern legiflators, frowning, lift their heads!
I fee proud victors in triumphal cars,

Chiefs, kings, and heroes, feam'd with glorious fcars!

Or

Or liften till the raptur'd foul takes wings,
While Plato reafons, or while Homer fings...

Charm me, ye facred leaves! with loftier themes,
With op'ning heavens, and angels rob'd in flames.

Ye restless paffions! while I read be aw'd:
Hail, ye myfterious oracles of God!

Here I behold how infant Time began,

How the dust mov'd and quicken'd into man;
Here thro' the flow'ry walks of Eden rove,
Court the foft breeze or range the fpicy grove;
There tread on hallow'd ground where angels trod,
And rev'rend patriarchs talk as friends with God;
Or hear the voice to flumb'ring prophets giv'n,
Or gaze on vifions from the throne of heav'n.

But nobler yet, far nobler scenes advance!
Why leap the mountains? why the forefts dance?
Why flashes glory from the golden spheres?
Rejoice, O earth! a God, a God appears!
A God! a God!' defcending angels fing;
And mighty feraphs fhout, Behold your King!'
Hail, virgin-born! lift, lift, ye blind! your eyes;
Sing, O ye dumb! and, O ye dead! arife;
Tremble, ye gates of hell! in nobleft ftrains
Tell it aloud, ye heav'ns! the Saviour reigns!
Thus lonely thoughtful may I run the race

Of tranfient life in no unusual ease!

Enjoy each hour; nor, as it fleets away,
Think life too fhort, and yet too long the day;
Of right obfervant, while the foul attends
Each duty, and makes Heav'n and angels friends.
And thou, fair Peace! from the wild floods of war
Come, dove-like, and thy blooming olive bear.
Tell me, ye victors! what ftrange charms ye find
In conqueft, that deftruction of mankind?

Unenvy'd may your laurels ever grow,

That never flourish but in human woe; 3 A 2

If

If never earth the wreathe triumphal bears,.
Till drench'd in heroes blood, or orphans tears!

Let Ganges from afar to flaughter train
His fable warriors on th' embattled plain;
Let Volga's fons in iron fquadrons rife,
And pour in millions from her frozen skies;
Thou, gentle Thames! flow thou in peaceful ftreams;
Bid thy bold fons reftrain their martial flames:

In thy own laurels fhade, great Marlb'rough! ftay,
There charm the thoughts of conquer'd worlds away.
Guardian of England! born to fcourge her foes,
Speak, and thy word gives half the world repose.
Sink down, ye hills! eternal rocks fubfide!
Vanish, ye forts! thou, ocean! drain thy tide;
We fafety boaft defended by thy fame
And armies in the terror of thy name!

Now fix o'er Anna's throne thy victor blade;

War, be thou chain'd! ye ftreams of blood, be ftay'd!
Tho' wild Ambition her juft vengeance feels,

She wars to fave, and where the ftrikes fhe heals.
So Pallas with her javelin fmote the ground,
And peaceful olives flourish'd from the wound.

THE CHARGE OF CYRUS THE GREAT.

BY RICHARD ONELY, M. A.

W HAT means this awful fight? why round me fhine

Those radiant glories, and that form divine?

See! where commiffion'd with fome dread command,

How fternly waves yon vifionary hand!

Near and more near it beckons, Cyrus, rife;

The gods remand thee to thy native skies.'

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