She 'scaped the murderer's arm. The British bark Bore her across the ocean. From the west The whirlwind rose, the fire-fraught clouds of Heaven Were mingled with the wave. The shattered bark Sunk at thy feet Bolerium: and the white surge Closed on green Erin's daughter. DOMICILIARY VERSES. DECEMBER 1795. Invitingly yon single-storied cot Peeps o'er the frosted heath. The broad, brown door, Keen for his meal, has notched. Here, when silently I knew an Irishman; to England he It cherished its owner. The smoke he loved, Loved for the warmth's sake, though it bleared his eyes. Now when the North-East pinches, I bethink me PASSAGES, Extracted from imitative “ Verses on Alexander's Expedition down the Hydaspes and the Indus, to the Indian Ocean," printed in 1792, but not published. -Here closed his lips-still spake his glistening eyeStill Admiration heaved her deep-drawn sighAround the soul-rapt Chief, in crowded rings, His kindling warriors press-the destined kings Of mighty states-They catch the Monarch's fire. Their gestures, quick, the train remote inspire. From breast to breast triumphal ardours run And all partake the bliss of Philip's son. At first low murmurs creep; at length the bands T And feels assuaged, in that enraptured hour, To her scared eye, as Fate's dark leaves disclose Thy parting sail, O King, the pensive Muse And spurned, with firm disdain, the barbarous rule Thy pity gave the warm, balsamic tear. And hark! where HISTORY, mid the dome of Fame, *The inhuman ideas on the fubject of slavery entertained by the Greek philosophers are well known. Aristotle advised Alexander to treat the barbarians (all but Greeks) as slaves. ... |