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Mighty Ephesian! with an eagle's flight Thy proud soul mounted through the fields of light, Viewed the bright conclave of heaven's blest abode, And the cold marble leapt to life a god: Contagious awe through breathless myriads ran, And nations bowed before the work of man. For mild he seemed, as in Elysian bowers, Wasting in careless ease the joyous hours; Haughty, as bards have sung, with princely sway Curbing the fierce flame-breathing steeds of day; Beauteous as vision seen in dreamy sleep By holy maid on Delphi's haunted steep, Mid the dim twilight of the laurel grove, Too fair to worship, too divine to love.

Yet on that form in wild delirious trance
With more than reverence gazed the Maid of France † :
Day after day the love-sick dreamer stood
With him alone, nor thought it solitude;
To cherish grief, her last, her dearest care,
Her one fond hope--to perish of despair.
Oft as the shifting light her sight beguiled,
Blushing she shrunk, and thought the marble smiled:
Oft breathless listening heard, or seemed to hear,
A voice of music melt upon her car.

Slowly she waned, and cold and senseless grown,
Closed her dim eyes, herself benumb'd to stone.
Yet love in death a sickly strength supplied,

Once more she gazed, then feebly smiled, and died.

HENRY HART MILMAN,

Brazen Nose College.

Agasias of Ephesus.

The foregoing fact is related in the work of Mons. Pinel sur PInsanité.

ODE

On the glorious Victory obtained by Admiral Nelson, August 1, 1798.

Et septemgemini turbant trepida ostia Nili.

I. 1.

WAFTED on many a favouring breeze,
What shouts of triumph greet the ear?
What distant shores, what wondering seas,
Britannia's awful thunders hear?

What hero on her recreant foe

Inflicts the deepest, deadliest blow? What victor her ecstatic bliss renews?

The joy of every heart-the theme of every Muse.

I. 2.

"Tis He! th' intrepid chief, whose name,
Long known for high heroic deeds,
Now fills the loudest trump of Fame,
To valour prompts, to glory leads!
Distinguished o'er the martial train,
He oft has bled-nor bled in vain.-
Bright Conquest her propitious flag unfurled

High on his burnished prow, to cheer th' afflicted world.

I. 3.

Nor lust of power, nor pride of vain applause,
(That bright but unsubstantial crown)
Inspires her sons to win renown,

Whene'er the righteous sword Britannia draws;
To tame the proud, the vanquished spare,
The oppressed from cruel wrongs to save-
These objects claim her generous care;
These trophies best adorn the truly brave.
Nurs'd in blood, and bold in numbers,
When Gallia's wolves on bleeding Europe prey,
The British Lion, rous'd from slumbers,
Springs on the savage troop, and vindicates his sway.

II. 1,

Thou, mighty stream, whose secret source
In vain the sages' toils have sought,
Whose waters, from their seven-fold course,
Burst forth with genial plenty fraught!
Though godlike heroes on thy sands

Oft ranged their proud victorious bands,
Say, hast thou heard a fiercer combat roar?
Did e'er a nobler chief adorn thy far-fam'd shore?

II. 2.

Was Ammon's son more justly praised

When on thy banks he breath'd from toils,
And the proud Mart of Commerce rais'd,
Adorn'd with vanquish'd Asia's spoils ?
When mighty Cæsar, calmly brave,
Stemm'd with his breast th' opposing wave,
By valour sav'd from every hostile dart,
Say, did he then display a nobler, firmer heart?

II. 3.

Ah no!-each daring chief's aspiring mind
Was lured by false ambition's charms,
The love of wide-destroying arms,
The impious hope to subjugate mankind.
Far juster crowns, more lasting praise,
Britannia's generous sons adorn:

A rescued world its voice shall raise,
And bid their valour live to ages yet unborn;
Bid the muse, with transport viewing

Our matchless chiefs, the grateful notes prolong,
And, her favourite theme pursuing,
Record their glorious deeds, immortaliz'd in song.

III. 1.

For combat armed, the wary foe,
In well-ranged order, firm array,
(Forewarn'd to meet th' impending blow)
In towering strength, exulting, lay:
Vain confidence!from Egypt's shores
In vain the associate thunder roars:

In vain her threat'ning rocks, her shoals, withstand
Britain's impetuous sons, and guard the hostile band.

III. 2.

Collected, in his native might,

Our dauntless chief maintains his course, Awhile forbears the promised fight,

Prepared to strike with ten-fold force.

At length he strikes !-The dread avenging blow Lays haughty Gallia's honours low:

Her sons astonished, wrapt in hostile fire,

Each shatter'd vessel yield, or in a blaze expire.

III. 3.

Ye souls of heroes, generous, just, and brave,
Through many an age, to every shore,
Who Britain's naval thunders bore,
And fixed her empire o'er the subject wave!
With kind propitious smiles look down,
While, the bright victor's brows to shade,
His country weaves the fairest crown!
The PATRIOT-HERO'S crown, which ne'er shall fade.
From her heavenly throne descending,

Let Justice ratify the voice of Fame;

And let Glory, never ending,

With Britain's dearest sons enrol her Nelson's name.

ADDRESS OF A WATER-NYMPH,

At Belmont, in Staffordshire, to the Owner of that Place.

BY DR. DARWIN.

O! FRIEND to peace and virtue, ever flows
For thee my silent and unsullied stream,
Pure and untainted as thy blameless life!
Let no gay converse lead thy steps astray
To mix my chaste wave with immodest wine,
Nor with the poisonous cup, which Chemia's hand
Deals, fell enchantress, to the sons of folly!
So shall young Health thy daily walks attend,
Weave for thy hoary brow the vernal flower
Of cheerfulness, and with his nervous arm
Arrest th' inexorable scythe of Time.

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