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Hark, o'er the busy mead the shell proclaims * Triumphs, and masques, and high heroic games. And now the old sit round; and now the young Climb the green boughs, the murmuring doves among. Who claims the prize, when winged feet contend; When twanging bows the flaming arrows send?† Who stands self-centred in the field of fame, And, grappling, flings to earth a giant's frame? Whilst all, with anxious hearts and eager eyes, Bend as he bends, and, as he rises, rise! And CORA's self, in pride of beauty here, Trembles with grief and joy, and hope and fear! (She who, the fairest, ever flew the first, With cup of balm to quench his burning thirst; Knelt at his head, her fan-leaf in her hand, And hummed the air that pleased him, while she fanned) How blest his lot!-tho', by the Muse unsung, His name shall perish, when his knell is rung.
That night, transported, with a sigh I said "'Tis all a dream!"-Now, like a dream, 'tis fled; And many and many a year has passed away, And I alone remain to watch and pray!
* P. Martyr. dec. iii. c. 7.
↑ Rochefort. c. xx.
Yet oft in darkness, on my bed of straw,
Oft I awake and think on what I saw !
STILL Would I speak of Him before I went,
Still, if the time allowed! My Hour draws near;
As he descended thro' the upper air,
Day broke on day + as God Himself were there!
*It is remarkable that these phenomena still remain among the mysteries of nature.
E disubito parve giorno a giorno
Essere aggiunto, come quei, che puote,
Avesse'l Ciel d'un' altro Sole adorno.
Paradiso. I. 61.
Te tua fata docebo.-Virg.
To thee blest tidings of great joy consigned,
And Thee restore thy Secret to the Deep!‡
“Not then to leave Thee! to their vengeance cast,
Thy heart their aliment, their dire repast!§
To other eyes shall MEXICO unfold
* P. Martyr, Epist. 133, 152.
When he entered the Tagus, all the seamen ran from all parts to behold, as it were some wonder, a ship that had escaped so terrible a storm.-Hist. c. 40.
I wrote on a parchment that I had discovered what I had promised;—and, having put it into a cask, I threw it into the sea.-Ibid. c. 37.
§ See the Eumenides of Æschylus, v. 305, &c.