"Eternal justice wakes, and in their turn "The vanquish'd triumph, and the victors mourn ;Lo! Discord, fiercest of the infernal band, Fires all her snakes, and waves her flaming brand; No more proud Commerce courts the western gales, But marks the lurid skies, and furls her sails; War mounts his iron car, and at his wheels In vain soft Pity weeps, and Mercy kneels ; He breathes a savage rage thro' all the host, And stains with kindred blood the impious coast; Then, while with horror sickening Nature groans, And earth and heaven the monstrous race disowns, "Then the stern genius of my native land, "With delegated vengeance in his hand, "Shall raging cross the troubled seas, and pour "The plagues of Hell on yon devoted shore. "What tides of ruin mark his ruthless way! "How shriek the fiends exulting o'er their prey! "I see their warriors gasping on the ground,"I hear their flaming cities crash around."In vain with trembling heart the coward turns, "In vain with generous rage the valiant burns."One common ruin, one promiscuous grave, "O'erwhelms the dastard, and receives the brave"For Afric triumphs !--his avenging rage "No tears can soften, and no blood assuage. "He smites the trembling waves, and at the shock "Their fleets are dash'd upon the pointed rock. "He waves his flaming dart, and o'er their plains, "In mournful silence, Desolation reigns 66 Fly swift, ye years!-Arise, thou glorious morn ! "Thou great avenger of thy race be born! "The conqueror's palm, and deathless fame be thine! "One generous stroke, and liberty be mine! "And now, ye Powers, to whom the brave are dear, "Receive me falling, and your suppliant hear. "To you this unpolluted blood I pour, "To you that spirit which ye gave restore! "I ask no lazy pleasures to possess, "No long eternity of happiness ;"But if, unstain'd by voluntary guilt, "At your great call this being I have spilt, "For all the wrongs which innocent I share, "For all I've suffer'd, and for all I dare; "O lead me to that spot, that sacred shore, "Where souls are free, and men oppress no more! H EPITAPH ON MRS. F. LITTLE, BY MISS H. MORE. On! could this verse her bright example spread, LINES On the Late Rev. Henry Moore, of Liskeard. BY MISS LUCY AIKIN. BARD of the golden lyre! that pour'd'st again And rapturous wonder chain'd the faultering tongue, That conscious smile exulting Genius fires, EPIGRAMS, On Garrick and Barry in the Character of King Lear. BY MR. KENDAL, OF PETER HOUSE, CAMBRIDGE. THE town has found out different ways To praise its different Lears. To Barry it gives loud huzzas, To Garrick only tears. A king? Aye, every inch a king- But Garrick's quite another thing; VOL. VIII. THE RHEDECYNIAN BARBERS. AN ODE. In the eighteenth century, the Author of the following Parody (not a Christ Church man) being at Oxford, saw, at a distance, twelve persons, running at full speed to Christ Church cloisters, which they entered: curiosity led him to follow them; when, looking through an opening in the door of a certain commoner, he saw twelve pale figures, resembling men; they were all em ployed about a youth; and, as they worked, they sung the following song; when they had finished, they put up their imple ments, and each taking his own, they scoured away, six to Peck water, and six to the great quadrangle. Now the sky begins to clear, Blacken'd ivory is the comb, With which thy dusky locks we strain; KREEPER'S Woe, and KRAWLER'S bane. See the frosted texture grow "Tis of Mar'challe powder made; And the tail that plays below, Hangs from **** ****'s head. |