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I. WHEN the British warrior queen, Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with an indignant mien, Counsel of her country’s gods,
III. Princess! if our aged eyes Weep upon thy matchless wrongs, *Tis because resentment ties All the terrours of our tongues.
IV. Rome shall perish—write that word In the blood that she has spilt; Perish, hopeless and abhorr'd. Deep in ruins as in guilt.
W. Rome, for empire far renown'd, Tramples on a thousand states; Soon her pride shall kiss the ground— Hark! the Gaul is at her gates!
VI. Other Romans shall arise, Heedless of a soldier's name; Sounds, not arms, shall win the prize, Harmony the path to fame.
VIII. Regions Caesar never knew Thy posterity shall sway; Where his eagles never flew, None invincible as they.
Wor, II. 22
XI. Ruffians, pitiless as proud, Heav'n awards the vengeance due Empire is on us bestow'd, Shame and ruin wait for yott.
TllERE was a time when Ætna's silent fire Slept unperceiv'd, the mountain yet entire; When, conscious of no danger from below, She tower'd a cloud-capt pyramid of snow. No thunders shook with deep intestine sound The blooming groves, that girdled her around. Her unctuous olives, and her purple vines (Unfelt the fury of those bursting mines) The peasant's hopes, and not in vain, assur’d, In peace upon her sloping sides matur'd. When on a day, like that of the last doom, A conflagration lab’ring in her womb, She teem’d and heav'd with an infernal birth, That shook the circling seas and solid earth. Dark and voluminous the vapours rise, And hang their horrours in the neighb'ring skies, While through the Stygian veil, that blots the day, In dazzling streaks the vivid lightnings play. But oh! what muse, and in what pow’rs of song, Can trace the torrent as it burns along; r Havock and devastation in the van, It marches o'er the prostrate works of man; Wines, olives, herbage, forests disappear, And all the charms of a Sicilian year.
Revolving seasons, fruitless as they pass, See it an uninform'd and idle mass; r
Without a soil t” invite the tiller's care,