the Circus) yet will start,

at the name of liberty,
seless word, a vain tradition,
nagic in it? Wrinkled beldi |
randchildren, as somewhat tr
appear'd, but when, extend's
ronicle-oh! 'tis a cause
1 of childhood, and rebrace |
news of time-wearied age.
neet, ungrateful boy, we mar
genius of old Rome
st uprear his reverend heat,
out of millions: There before

thou and I appear.
thy awful brow,
thy eye: Around thee call
that wantons in the sunshine

The world, the prize; and fair be
But soft! why do I waste the
In threats unexecuted? Haste th
These hated walls that seem to m
And cast me forth in duty to the

ACEROΝΙΑ.

'Tis time we go, the sun is high And, ere mid-day, Nero will cor

AGRIPPΙΝΑ.

My thought aches at him; not th
More deadly to the sight, than is
The cool injurious eye of frozen
I will not meet its poison. Let
Before he sees me.

Yes, I will be gone,

But not to Antium-all shall be confess'd Whate'er the frivolous tongue of giddy fa Has spread among the crowd; things t

whisper'd

Have arch'd the hearer's brow, and rivett His eyes in fearful ecstasy: No matter What; so't be strange, and dreadful.-S Assassinations, poisonings-the deeper My guilt, the blacker his ingratitude.

And you, ye manes of Ambition's victi Enshrined Claudius, with the pitied ghosts Of the Syllani, doom'd to early death, (Ye unavailing horrors, fruitless crimes!) If from the realms of night my voice ye h In lieu of penitence, and vain remorse, Accept my vengeance. Tho' by me ye b

AGRIPPIN

Yes, I will be gone,

am-all shall be confess'd, volous tongue of giddy fame ng the crowd; things that th

hearer's brow, and rivetted

1 ecstasy : No matter range, and dreadful.-Sortero

isonings-the deeper ker his ingratitude. nes of Ambition's victims, s, with the pitied ghosts m'd to early death, rors, fruitless crimes!) of night my voice ye heat, → and vain remorse, ce. Tho' by me ye bled,

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et me not fall alone; but crus And sink the traitor in his mot

SCENE II.

ОТНО, POPPA

отно.

Thus far we're safe. Thanks
Of amorous thefts: And had he
Lent us his wings, we could no
With more elusive speed the da
Of wakeful jealousy. Be gay s
Dispel, my fair, with smiles, the
That hangs on thy clear brow.
So her white neck reclin'd, so

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A FRAGMENT

[This is supposed to have been written abou when Mr. Gray returned to Ca

HAIL, Horrors, hail! ye eve

Ye gothic fanes, and antiquated Where rushy Camus' slowly-w Perpetual draws his humid train Glad I revisit thy neglected reig Oh take me to thy peaceful sha But chiefly thee, whose influe

high

Augments the native darkness c Ah, Ignorance! soft salutary P Prostrate with filial reverence I Thrice hath Hyperion roll'd his Since weeping I forsook thy for

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