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• Me, me, your vengeance hurl on me alone-
Here sheath the steel, my blood is all your own;
Ye starry spheres ! thou conscious Heaven attest!
He could not !-durst not!-lo! the guile confessed !
All, all was mine,-his early fale suspend,
He only loved, too well, his hapless friend;
Spare, spare, ye chiefs ! from hin your rage remove-
His fault was friendship, all his crime was love.'
He prayed in vain, the dark assassin's sword
Pierced the fair side, the snowy bosom gored ;
Lowly to earth inclines his plume-clad crest,
And sanguine torrents mantle o'er his breast :
As some young rose, whose blossom scents the air,
Languid in death, expires beneath the share;
Or crimson poppy, sinking with the shower,
Declining gently, falls a fading flower;
Thus, sweetly drooping, bends his lovely head,
And lingering Beanty hovers round the dead.

But fiery Nisus stems the battle's tide,
Revenge his leader, and Despair his guide;
Volscens he seeks amidst the gathering host,
Volscens must soon appease his comrade's ghost;
Steel, flasbing, pours on steel, foe crowds on foe,
Rage nerves his arm, Fate gleams in every blow;
In vain, beneath unnumbered wounds he bleeds,
Nor wounds, nor death, distracted Nisus heeds;
In viewless circles wheeled, his falchion flies,
Nor quits the hero's grasp till Volscens dies;
Deep in his throat its end the weapon found,
The tyrant's soul fled groaning through the wound.
Thus Nisus all his fond affection proved
Dying, revenged the fate of him he loved ;
Then, ou bis bosom, sought his wonted place,
And death was heavenly in his friend's embrace!

Celestial pair ! if aught my verse can claim, Wafted on Time's broad pinion, yours is fame! Ages on ages shall your fate admire, No future day shall see your names expire; Wbile stands the Capitol, immortal domie ! And vanquished millions hail their Empress, Rome!


When fierce conflicting passions urge

The breast where love is wont to glow, What mind can stem the stormy surge

Which rolls the tide of human woe? The hope of praise, the dread of shame,

Can roase the tortured breast no more; The wild desire, the guilty flame,

Absorbs each wish it felt before. But, if affection gently thrills

The soul, by purer dreams possessed, The pleasing balm of mortal ills,

In love can sooth the aching breast; If thus thou comest in disguise,

Fair Venus ! from thy native lieaven, What heart unfeeling would despise

The sweetest boon the gods have given ? But never, from thy golden bow,

May I beneath the shaft expire,
Whose creeping venom, sure and slow,

Awakes an all-consuming fire!
Ye racking doubts ! ye jealous fears !

With others wage internal war;
Repentance ! source of future tears,

From me be ever distant far.
May no distracting thoughts destroy

The holy calm of sacred love!
May all the hours be winged with joy,

Which hover faithful hearts above!
Fair Venus ! on thy myrtle shrine,

May I with some fond lover sigh ! Whose heart may mingle pure with mine,

With me to live, with me to die. My native soil ! beloved before,

Now dearer as my peaceful home, Ne'er may I quit thy rocky shore,

A hapless banished wretch to roam!


Very day, this very hour,

May I resign this fleeting breath,
Nor quit my silent, humble bower ;

A doom to me far worse than death!
Have I pot heard the exile's sigh?

And seen the exile's silent tear?
Through distant climes condemned to fly,

A pensive, weary, wanderer here;
Ah! hapless dame !* no sire bewails,

No friend thy wretched fate deplores,
No kindred voice with rapture hails

Thy steps, within a stranger's doors.
Perish the fiend! whose iron heart,

To fair affection's truth unknown,
Bids her he fondly loved depart,

Unpitied helpless, and alone;
Who ne'er unlocks with silver keyt

The milder treasures of his soul;
May such a friend be far from me,

And Ocean's storms between us roll !

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High in the midst, surrounded by his peers,

Magnus hís ample front sublime uprears;
Medea, who accompanied Jason to Corinth, was deserted by him for the
daughter of Creon, king of that city. The Chorus, from which this is taken, here
addresses Medea; though a considerable liberty is taken with the original, by
expanding the idea, as also in some other parts of the translation.

+ The original is 'Kajagar arogartı Kanada ogerwr:' literally disclosing the bright key of the mind.'

| No reflection is here intended against the person mentioned under the name of Magnus. He is merely represented as performing an unavoidable function of his office : indeed, such an attempt could only recoil upon myself; as that gentleman is now as much distinguished by his eloquence, and the dignified propriety with which he fills his situation, as he was in his younger days for wit and conviviality.

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Placed on his chair of state, he seems a god,
While Sophis and Freshmen tremble at his nod:
As all around sit wrapt in speechless gloom,
His voice in thunder shakes the sounding dome;
Denouncing dire reproach to luckless fools,
Unskilled to plod in mathematic rules.

Happy the youth in Euclid's axions tried,
Though little versed in any art beside;
Who scarcely skilled an English line to pen,
Scans Attic metres with a critic's ken.
What though he knows not how his fathers bled,
When civil discord piled the fields with dead;
When Edward bade his conquering bands advance,
Or Henry trampled on the crest of France ;
Though marvelling at the name of Magna Charta,
Yet well he recollects the laws of Sparla;
Can tell what edicts sage Lycurgus made,
While Blackstone's on the shelf neglected laid ;
Or Grecian dramas vaunts the deathless fame,
Of Avon's bard remembering scarce the name.

Such is the youth whose scientific pate
Class honours, medals, fellowships, await;
Or even, perhaps, the declamation prize,
If to such glorious height he lifts his eyes.
But, lo! no common orator can hope
The envied silver

Not that our Heads inuch eloquence require,
Th’ Athenian's glowing style, or Tolly's fire,
A manner clear or warm is useless, since
We do not try, by speaking, to convince;
Be other orators of pleasing proud,
We speak to please ourselves, not move the crowd;
Our gravity prefers the muttering tone,
A proper mixture of the squeak and groan;
No borrowed grace of action must be seen,
The slightest motion would displease the Dean;
Whilst every staring Graduate would prate
Against what he could never initate.

The man who hopes to obtain the promised cup
Must in one posture stand, and ne'er look up;

within his scope;

Nor stop, but rattle over every word,
No matter what, so it can not be heard :
Thos let him hurry on, nor think to rest;
Who speaks the fastest 's sure to speak the best :
Who utters most within the shortest space
May safely hope to win the wordy race.

The sons of Science these, who, thus repaid,
Linger in ease in Granta's sluggish shade;
Where on Cam's sedgy banks supine tliey lie,
Unknown, unhonoured live,-unwept for die :
Dull as the pictures which adorn their halls,
They think all learning fixed within their walls;
In mauners rude, in foolish forms precise,
All modern arts affecting to despise ;
Yet prizing Bentley's,* Brunck's, or Porson'st note,
More than the verse on which the critic wrote;
Vain as their honours, heavy as their ale,
Sad as their wit, and tedious as their tale;
To friendship dead, though not untaught to feel,
When Self and Church demand a Bigot zeal.
With eager haste they court the lord of power,
Whether 'tis Pitt or P-ity rules the hour :
To him with suppliant smiles they bend the head,
While distant mitres to their eyes are spread.
But, should a storm o'erwhelm him with disgrace,
They'd fly to seek the next who filled his place.
Such are the men who learning's treasures guard-
Such is their practice, such is their reward;
This much, at least, we may presume to say-
The premium can't exceed the price they pay.

1806. . Celebrated critics.

+ The present Greek professor at Trinity College, Cambridge ; a man whose powers of mind and writings may perheps justify their preference.

Since this was written Lord H. P--y has lost his place, and, subsequently, (I had almost said consequently,) the honour of representing the University : fact so glaring requires no comment.

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