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Slow move the harmless race; where, as they | Night is far off, and hotter hours approach. spread
Thrice happy be! who, on the sunless side Their swelling treasures to the sunny ray,
Of a romantic mountain, forest-crown'd, Inly disturb’d, and wondering what this wild Beneath the whole collected shade reclines : Outrageous tumult means, their loud complaints Or in the gelid caverns, woodbine-wrought, The country fill; and, toss'd from rock to rock, And fresh bedew'd with ever-spouting streams, Incessant bleatings run around the hills.
Sits coolly calm; while all the world without, At last, of snowy white, the gather'd flocks Unsatisfied and sick, tosses in noon: Are in the wattled pen innumerous press’d, Emblem instructire of the virtuous man, Head above head: and, rang'd in lusty rows, Who keeps his temper'd mind serene and pure, The shepherds sit, and whet the sounding shears. And every passion aptly harmoniz'd, The housewife waits to roll her fleecy stores, Amid a jarring world with vice inflam'd. With all her gay drest maids attending round. Welcome, ye shades ! ye bowery thickets, hail! One, chief in gracious dignity enthron'd,
Ye lofty pines! ye venerable oaks ! Shines o'er the rest, the pastoral queen, and rays Ye ashes wild, resounding o'er the steep! , Her smiles, sweet-heaming, on her shepherd-king; | Delicious is your shelter to the soul, While the glad circle round them yield their souls As to the hunted hart the sallying spring, To festive mirth, and wit that knows no gall. Or strean full-fowing, that his swelling sides Meantime, their joyous task goes on apace:
Laves, as he floats along the herbag'd brink. Some mingling stir the melted tar, and some, Cool, through the nerves, your pleasing comfort Deep on the new-shorn vagrant's heaving side,
glides ; To stamp his master's cypher ready stand ; The heart beats glad ; the fresh-expanded eye Others th' unwilling wether drag along;
And car resume their watch; the sinews knit; And, glorying in his night, the sturdy boy And life shoots swift through all the lighten'd limbs. Holds by the twisted horns th' indignant ram. Around th' adjoining brook, that purls along Behold where bound, and of its robe bereft, The vocal grove, now freiting o'er a rock, By needy man, that all-depend ng lord,
Now scarcely moving through a reedy poul, How ineek, how patient, the inile creature lies ! Now starting to a sudden stream, and now What softness in its melancholy face,
Gently diffus'd into a limpid plain ; What dumb complaining innocence appears! A various groupe the herds and Bocks compose, Fear not, ye gentle tribes, 'lis not the knife Rural confusion! on the grassy bank Of horrid slaughter that is o'er you wav'd; Some ruminating lie; while others stand No, 'tis the tender swain's well-guided shears, Half in the food, and, often bending, sip Who haring now, to pay his annual care,
The circling surface. In the middle droops Borrow'd your fleece, to you a cumbrous load, The strong laborious ox, of honest front, Will send you bounding to your bills again. Which incompos'd he shakes; and from his sides
A simple scene! yet hence Britannia scos The troublous insects lashes with his tail, Her solid grandeur rise : hence she commands Returning still. Amid his subjects safe, 'Th' exalted stores of every brighter clime,
Slunabers the monarch-swain; his careless arm The treasures of the Sun without his rage :
Thrown round his head, 'on downy moss sustain'd; Hence, fervent all, with culture, toil, and arts, Here laid his scrip, with wholesome vian:ls fillid; Wide glows her land: her dreadful thunder hence There, listening every noise, his watchful dog. Rides o'er the waves sublime, and now, ev'n now, Light fly his slumbers, if perchance a fight Impending hangs o'er Gallia's humbled coast; Of angry gad-fies, fasten on the herd; Hences rules the circling deep, and awes the world. That startling scatters from the shallow brook,
'Tis raging noon; and, vertical, the Sun In search of lavish stream. Tossing the foam, Darts on the head direct his forceful rays.
They scorn the keeper's voice, and scour the plain, O'er Heaven and Earth, far as the ranying eye Through all the bright severity of noon ; Can sweep, a dazzling deluge reigns ; and all While, from their labouring breasts, a bollow moan Froin pole to pole is undistinguish'd blaze. Proceeding runs low-bellowing round the hills. In vain the sight, dejected to the ground,
Oft in this season too the horse, provok'd, Stoops for relief; thence hot-ascending steams While his big sinews full of spirits swell, And keen reflection pain. Deep to the root Trembling with vigour, in the heat of blood, Of vegetation parch'd, the cleaving fields
Springs the high fence; and, o'er the field effus'd, And slippery lawn an arid hue disclose,
Darts on the gloomy flood, with stedfast eye, Blast Fancy's bloom, and wither ev'n the soul. And heart estrang'd to fear: his nervous chest, Reho no more returns the cheerful sound
Luxuriant, and erect! the seat of strength ! Of sharpening scythe: the mower sinking heaps Bears down th' opposing stream: quenchless his O'er him the humid hay, with flowers perfum'd; He takes the river at redoubled draughts, (thirst; And scarce a chirping grass-hopper is heard And with wide nostrils, snorting, skims the wave. Through the dumb mead. Distressful Nature pants. Still let me pierce into the midnight depth The very streams look languid from afar;
Of yonder grove, of wildest largest growth: Or, through th' unshelter'd glade, impatient seem That, forming high in air a woodland quire, To hurl into the covert of the grove.
Nods o'er the mount beneath. At every step, All-conquering Heat, oh, intermit thy wrath! Solemn, and slow, the shadows blacker fall, And on my throbbing temples potent thus
And all is aweful listening gloom around. Beam not so fierce! Incessant still you flow,
These are the haunts of Meditation, these And still anotber fervent flood succeeds,
The scenes where ancient bards th’ inspiring Pour'd on the head profuse. In vain I sigh,
breath, And restless turn, and look around for night; Ecstatic, felt; and, from this world retird,
Convers'd with angels and immortal forms, In one impetuous torrent, down the steep
Dash'd in a cloud of foam. it sends aloft
A hoary mist, and forms a ceaseless shower.
Now flashes o'er the scatter'd fragments, now
And, falling fast from gradual slope to slope, Daily, and nightly, zealous to perform.
With wild infracted course, and lessen'd roar, Shook sudden from the bosom of the sky, It gains a safer bed, and steals, at last, A thousand shapes or glide athwart the dusk, Along the mazes of the quiet vale. Or stalk majestic on. Deep-rous'd, I feel
Invited from the cliff, to whose dark brow A sacred terrour, a severe delight, [methinks, He clings, the steep-ascending eagle soars, Creep through my mortal frame; and thus, With upward pinions through the flood of day; A voice, than human more, th' abstracted ear And, giving full his bosom to the blaze, Of fancy strikes. “ Be not of us afraid,
Gaius on the Sun; while all the tuneful race, Poor kindred man! thy fellow-creatures, we Smit by affictive noon, disorder'd droop, From the same Parent-Power our beings drew, Deep in the thicket; or, from bower to bower The same our Lord, and laws, and great pursuit. Responsive, force an interrupted strain. Once some of us, like thee, through stormy life, The stock-dore only through the forest cooes, Toil'd, tempest-beaten, ere we could attain Mournfully hoarse ; oft ceasing from his plaint, This holy calm, this harmony of mind,
Short interval of weary woe! again Where purity and peace immingle charms. The sad idea of his murder'd mate, Then fear not us; but with responsive song, Struck from his side by savage fowler's guile, Amid these dim recesses, undisturb'd
Across his fancy comes; and then resounds By noisy folly and discordant vice,
A louder song of sorrow through the grove. Of Nature sing with us, and Nature's God.
Beside the dewy border let me sit, Here frequent, at the visionary hour,
All in the freshness of the humid air; When musing midnight reigns or silent noon, There in that hollow'd rock, grotesque and wild, Angelic harps are in full concert heard;
An ample chair moss-lin'd, and over head And voices chanting from the wood-crown'd hill, By flowering umbrage shaded : where the bee The deepening dale, or inmost sylvan glade: Strays diligent, and with th' extracted bali A privilege bestow'd by us, alone,
Of fragrant woodbine loads his little thigh. On Contemplation, or the hallow'd ear
Now, while I taste the sweetness of the shade, Of poet, swelling to seraphic strain.”
While Nature lies around deep-lull'd in Noon, And art thou, Stanley', of that sacred band ? Now come bold Fancy, spread a daring flight, Alas, for us 100 soon! Thougb rais'd above And view the wonders of the torrid zone : The reach of human pain, above the flight Climes unrelenting! with whose rage compar'd, Of human joy; yet, with a mingled ray
Yon blaze is feeble, and yon skies are cool. Of sadly-pleas'd remembrance, must thou feel See, how at once the bright effulgent Sun, A mother's love, a mother's tender woe:
Rising direct, swift chaces from the sky Who seeks thee still, in many a former scene ; The short-liv'd twilight; and with ardent blaze Seeks thy fair form, thy lovely beaming eyes, Looks gaily fierce through all the dazzling air: Thy pleasing converse, by gay lively sense He mounts his throne ; but kind before him sends, Inspird: where moral wisdom mildly shone, Issuing from out the portals of the morn, Without the toil of art; and virtue glow'd, The general breeze', to mitigate bis fire, In all her smiles, without forbidding pride. And breathe refreshment on a fainting world. But, O thou best of parents! wipe thy tears; Great are the scenes, with dreadful beauty crown'd Or rather to Parental Nature pay
And barbarous wealth, that see each circling year, The tears of grateful joy, who for a while
Returning suns and double seasons à pass : Lent thee this younger self, this opening bloom Rocks rich in gems, and mountains big with mines, Of thy enlighten'd mind and gentle worth.
That on the high equator ridgy rise,
Or to the far horizon wide diffus'd,
" Which blows constantly between the tropics Wakes from the charm of thought : swift-shrinking from the east, or the collateral points, the northI check my steps, and view the broken scene. [back, cast and south-east: caused by the pressure of the
Smooth to the shelving brink a copious flood rarefied air on that before it, according to the Rolls fair, and placid; where collected all, diurnal motion of the Sun from east to west.
2 In all climates between the tropics, the Sun, as * A young lady, who died at the age of eighteen, he passes and repasses in his annual motion, is twice in the year 1738. See her epitaph in a subsequent
a year vertical, which produces this effect.
page of this vol,
Here lofty trees, to ancient song unknown, Jeans the huge elephant: wisest of brutes !
O truly wise! with gentle might endow'd,
And empires rise and fall; regardless he Unnumber'd fruits of keen delicious taste
Of what the never-resting race of men And vital spirit, drink amid the cliffs,
Project: thrice happy! could he 'scape their guile, And burning sands that bank the sbrubby vales, Who mine, from cruel avarice, his steps; Redoubled day, yet in their rugged coats
Or with his towery grandeur swell their state, A friendly juice to cool its rage contain.
The pride of kings! or else his strength pervert, Bear me, Pomona! to tny citron groves; And bid him rage amid the mortal fray, To where the lemon and the piercing lime,
Astonish'd at the madness of mankind. With the deep orange, glowing through the green, Wide o'er the winding uinbrage of the floods, Their lighter glories blend. Lay me reclin'd Like vivid blossoms glowing from afar, Beneath the spreading tamarind that shakes, Thick swarm the brighter birds. For Nature's Fann'd by the breeze, its fever-cooling fruit. That with a sportive vanity has deck'd [hand, Deep in the night the massy locaist shedis,
The plumy nations, there her gayest hues Quench my hot limbs: or lead me through the Profusely pours. But, if she bids them shine, Embowering endless, of the Indian fig; (maze, Array'd in all the beauteous beams of day, Or, thrown at gayer ease, on some fair brow, Yet, frugal still, she humbles them in song'. Let me behold, by breczy murmurs could, Nor envy we the gaudy robes they lent Broad o'er my head the verdant cedar wave, Proud Montezuma's realm, whose legions cast And high palmetos lift their graceful shade. A boundless radiance waving on the Sun, Or, stretch'd amid these orcharus of the Sun, While Philomel is ours; while in our shades, Give me to drain the cocoa's milky bowl,
Through the soft silence of the listening night, And from the palın to draw its treshening wine ! The sober-suited songstress trills her lay. More bounteous far than all the frantic juice But come, my Muse, the desert-barrier burst, Which Bacchus pours. Nor, on its slender twigs A wild expanse of lifeless sand and sky: low-bending, be the full pomegranate scorn'd ; And, swifter than the toiling caravan, Nor, creeping through the woods, the gelid race Shoot o'er the vale of Sennar; ardent climb Of berries. Oft in humble station dwells
The Nubian mountains, and the secret bounds Unboastful worth, above fastidious pomp.
Of jealous Abyssinia boldly pierce. Witness, thou best Anâna, thou the pride
Thou art no ruffian, who beneath the mask Of vegetable life, beyond whate'er
Of social commerce com'st to rob their wealth ; The poets innag'd in the golden age:
No holy Fury thou, blaspheming Heaven, Quick let me strip thee of thy tufty coat,
With consecrated steel to stab their peace, Spread thy ambrosial stores, and feast with Jove! And through the land, yet red from civil wounds,
From these the prospect raries. Plains iminense To spread the purple tyranny of Rome. Lie stretch'd below, interminable meads
Thou, like the harmless bee, may'st freely range, And vast savannahs, where the wandering eye, Prom mead to mead bright with exalted flowers, Uofixt, is in a verdant ocean lost.
From jasmine grove to grove, may'st wander gay, Another Flora there, of bolder hues,
Through palmy shades and aromatic woods, And richer sweets, beyond our garden's pride, That grace the plains, invest the peopled hills, Plays o'er the fields, and showers with sudden hand and up the more than Alpine mountains wave. Exuberant Spring; for oft these valljes shift There on the breezy summit, spreading fair, Their green-embroider'd robe to fiery brown, For many a league; or on stupendous rocks, And swift to green again, as scorching suns, That from the sun-redoubling valley lift, Or streaming dews and torrent rains, prevail. Cool to the middle air their lawny tops ;
Along these lonely regions, where retir'd, Where palaces, and fanes, and villas rise ; Prom little scenes of art, great Nature dwells And gardens smile around, and cultur'd fields; lo aweful solitude, and nought is seen
And fountains gush ; and careless herds and docks But the wild herds that own no master's stall, Securely stray; a world within itself, Prodigious rivers roll their fattening seas ;
Disdaining all assault : there let ine draw On whose luxuriant herbage, half conceald, Ethereal soul, there drink reviving gales, Like a fall’n cedar, far diffus'd his train,
Profusely breathing from the spicy groves, Cas'd in green scales, the crocodile extends. And vales of fragrance; there at distance hear The food disparts: behold! in plaited mail, The roaring floods, and cataracts, that sweep Behemoth rears his head. Glanc'd from his side, From disemboweld Earth the virgin gold; The darted steel in idle shivers flies :
And o'er the varied landscape, restless, rove, He fearless walks the plain, or seeks the hills; Fervent with life of every fairer kind : Where, as he crops his varied fare, the herds, A land of wonders! which the Sun still eyes In widening circle round, forget their food, With ray direct, as of the lovely realm And at the harmless stranger wondering gaze. Enamour'd, and delighting there to dwell.
Peaceful, beneath primeval trees, that cast How chang'd the scene! In blazing height of Their ample shade o'er Niger's yellow stream,
noon, And where the Ganges rolls his sacred wave; The Sun, oppress’d, is plung'd in thickest gloom. Or mid the central depth of blackening woods, High-rais'd in solemn theatre around,
' In all the regions of the torrid zone, the birds,
though more beautiful in their plumage, are : The Hippopotamus, or river-horse. observed to be less melodious than ours.
Still Horrour reigns, a dreary twilight round, Uuseen, and unenjoy'd. Forsaking these,
And many a nation feed, and circle safe,
In their soft boson, many a happy isle ; Admits their stream, incessant rapours roll, The seat of blameless Pan, yet audisturb'd Amazing clouds on clouds continual heap'd! By Christian crimes and Europe's cruel sons. Or whirl'd tempestuous by the gusty wind, Thus pouring on they proudly seek the deep, Or silent borne along, heavy, and slow,
Whose vanquislı'd tide, recoiling from the shock, With the big stores of steaming oceans charg'd. Yields to the liquid weight of half the globe ; Meantime, amid these upper seas, condens d And Ocean trembles for his green domain. Around the cold aerial mountain's brow,
But what avails this wondrous waste of wealth? And by conflicting winds together dash'd, This gay profusion of luxurious bliss ? The Thunder holds his black treinendous throne: This pomp of Nature? what their balmy meads, From cloud to cloud the rending Lightnings rage; Their powerful herbs, and Cere's void of pain ? Till, in the furious elemental war
Bv vagrant birds dispers'd, and wafting winds, Dissolvid, the whole precipitated mass,
What their unplanted fruits? what the cool Unbroken floods and solid torrents pours.
draughts, The treasures these, bid from the bounded search th' ambrosial food, rich gums, and spicy health, Of ancient knowledge; whence, with annual pomp, | Their forests yield ? their toiling insects what, Rich king of floods! o'erflows the swelling Nile. Their silky pride, and vegetable robes ? From his two springs, in Gojam's sunny realm, Ah! what avail their fatal treasures, hid Pure welling out, he through the lucid lake
Deep in the bowels of the pitying Earth, Of fair Dambca rolls his infant stream.
Golconda's gems, and sad Potosi's mines ; There, by the Naïads nurs'd, he sports away Where dwelt the gentlest children of the Sun? His playful youth, amid the fragrant isles, What all that Afrie's golden rivers roll, That with unfading verdure smile around.
Her odorons woods, and shining ivory stores ? Ambitious, thence the manly river breaks ; Ill-fated race! the softening arts of peace, And, gatherivg many a food, and copious fed Whate'er the humanizing Muses teach ; With all the mellow'd treasures of the sky, The godlike wisdom of the temper'd breast ; Winds in progressive majesty along:
Progressive truth, the patient force of thought ; Through splendid kingdoms 11ow devolves his maze, Investigation calm, wbose silent powers Now wanders wild o'er solitary tracts
Command the world; the light that leads to Heaven; Of life-deserted sand : till, glad to quit
Kind equal rule, the government of laws, The joyless desert, down the Nubjan rocks
And all-protecting freedom, which alone From thundering steep to steep, he pours his urn, Sustains the name and dignity of man: And Egypt joys beneath the sprearling wave. These are not theirs. The parent Sun himself
His brother Niger, too, and all the foods Seems o'er this world of slaves to tyrannize; In which the full-forni'd maids of Afric lare And, with oppressive ray, the roseat bloom Their jetty limbs ; and all that form the tract
Of beauty blasting, gives the gloomy hue, Of woody mountains stretch'd through gorgeous Ind And feature gross: or worse, to ruthless deeds, Fall on Cormandel's coast, or Malabar;
Mad jealousy, blind rage, and fell revenge, From Menam's orient stream', that nightly shines 'Their fervid spirit fires. Love dwells not there, With insect-lamps, to where Aurora sheds T'he soft regards, the tenderness of life, On Indus' smiling banks the rosy shower :
The heart-shed tear, th’ineffable delight All, at this bounteous season, ope their urns, Of sweet humanity: these court the beam And pour untoiling harvest o'er the land.
Of milder cljines; in selfish fierce desire, Nor less thy world, Columbus, drinks, refresh’d, And the wild fury of voluptuous sense, The lavish'al moisture of the melting vear.
There lost. The very brute creation there Wide o'er his isles, the branching Oronoqge This rage partakes, and burns with horrid fire. Rolls a brown deluge; and the native drives
Lo! the green serpent, from his dark abode, To dwell aloft on life-sufficing trees,
Which ev'n imagination fears to tread, At once his dome, his robe, his food, and arms. At noon forth issuing, gathers up his train Swell’d by a thousand streams, impetuous hurl'd In orbs immense, then, darting out anew, From all the roaring Andes, huge descends Seeks the refreshing fount ; by which diffus'd, The mighty Orellana? Scarce the Muse He throws his folds : and while, with threatening Dares stretch her wing o'er this enormous mass
tongue, Of rushing water; scarce she dares attempt And deathful jaws erect, the monster carls The sealike Plata; to whose dread expanse, His flaming crest, all other thirst appall'd, Continuous depth, and wondrous length of course, Or shivering flies, or check'd at distance stands, Our floods are rills. With unabated force, Nor dares approach. But still more direful he, In silent dignity they sweep along,
The small close-lurking minister of Fate, And traverse realms unknown, and blooming Whose high-concocted venom through the veins wilds,
A rapid lightning darts, arresting swift And fruitful deserts, worlds of solitude,
The vital current Form'd to humble man, Where the Sun smiles and Seasons teem in vain, This child of vengeful nature! There, sublim'd
To fearless lust of blood, the savage race The river that runs through Siam; on whose Roam, licens'd by the shading hour of guilt, banks a vast number of those insects called fire- And foul misdeed, when the pure day has shut flies, make a beautiful appearance in the night. His sacred eye. The tiger darting fierce 2 The river of the Amazons.
Impetuous on the prey his glance has doom'd:
The lively-shining leopard, speckled o'er
The circling Typhon', whirl'd from point to point With many a spot, the beauty of the waste : Exhausting all the rage of all the sky, And, scorning all the taming arts of man,
And dire Ecnephia' reign. Amid the heavens, The keen hyena, fellest of the fell.
Falsely serene, deep in a cloudy speck? These, rushing from th' inhospitable woods Compress’d, the mighty tempest brooding dwells : Of Mauritania, or the tufted isles,
Of no regard, save to the skilful eye, That verdant rise amid the Libyan wild,
Fiery and foul, the small prog:lostic hangs Innumerous glare around their shaggy king, Aloft, or on the promontory's brow Majestic, stalking o'er the printed sand;
Musters its force. A faint deceitful calin, And, with imperious and repeated roars,
A fluttering gale the demon sends before, Demand their fated food. The fearful flocks To tempt the spreading sail. Then down at once, Crowd near the guardian swain ; the nobler Precipitant, descends a mingled mass herds,
Of roaring winds, and Aame, and rushing floods. Where round their lordly bull, in rural ease, In wild amazement fix'd the sailor stands. They ruminating lie, with horrour hear
Art is too slow: by rapid Fate oppress'd, The coming rage. Th’ awaken'd village starts ; His broad-wing'd vessel drinks the whelming tide, And to her fluttering breast the mother strains Hid in the bosom of the black abyss. Her thoughtless infant. From the pirate's den, With such mad seas the daring Gama'fought, Or stern Morocco's tyrant fang escap'd,
For many a day, and many a dreadful night, The wretch half-wishes for his bonds again: Incessant, labouring round the stormy Cape ; While, uproar all, the wilderness resounds, By bold ambition led, and bolder thirst From Atlas eastward to the frighted Nile.
Of gold. For then from ancient gloom emerg'd Unhappy he! who from the first of joys, The rising world of trade : the genius, then, Society, cut off, is left alone
Of navigation, that, in hopeless sloth, Amid this world of death. Day after day,
Had slumber'd on the vast Atlantic deep, Sad on the jutting eminence he sits,
For ille ages, starting, heard at last And views the main that ever toils below;
The Lusitanian prince*; who Heave:2-in-pir'd, Still fondly forming in the farthest verge,
To love of useful glory rous'd mankind, Where the round ether mixes with the wave, And in unbounded commerce mix'd the world. Sbips, dim discover'd, dropping from the Increasing still the terrours of these storms,
His jaws horrific arm'd with threefold fate, At evening, to the setting Sun he turns
Here dwells the direful shark. Lur'd by the scent A mournful eye, and down his dying heart Of steaming crowds, of rank disease, and death, Sinks helpless; while the wonted roar is up, Behold! he rining cuts the briny flood, And hiss continual through the tedious night. Swift as the gale can bear the sbip along ; Yet here, ev'n here, into these black abo ies And, from the partners of that cruel trade, Of monsters unappalld, from stooping Rome, Which spoils unliappy Guinea of her sons, And guilty Cæsar, Liberty retir'd,
Demands his share of prey; demands themselves. Her Cato following through Numilian wilds : The stormy Pates descend: one death involves Disdainful of Campania's gentle plains,
Tyrants and slaves; when straight their mangled And all the green delights Ausonia pours;
Crashing at once, he dyes the purple seas [limbs When for them she must bend the servile knee, With gore, and riots in the vengeful meal. And fawning take the splendid robber's boon. Wben o'er this world, by equinoctial rains
Nor stop the terrours of these regions here. Floved immense, looks out the joyless Sun, Commission'd demons oft, angels of wrath,
And draws the opious steam : from swampy fens, Let loose the raging elements. Breath'd hot, Where putrefaction into life ferments, From all the boundless furnace of the sky,
And breathes destructive myriads : or from woods, And the wide glittering waste of burning sand, Impenetrable shades, recesses foul, A suffocating wind the pilgrim smites
In vapours rank and blue corruption wrapt, With instant death. Patient of thirst and toil, Whose gloomy horrours yet no desperate foot Son of the desert! evin the camel feels,
Has ever dar'd to pierce; then, wasteful, forth Shot through his wither'd heart, the fiery Walks the dire power of pestilent Disease. blast.
A thousand hideous fiends her course attend,
Typhon and Ecnephia, names of particular And by their noon-day fount dejected thrown, storms or hurricanes, known only between the Or sunk at night in sad disastrous sleep,
tropics. Beneath descending hills, the caravan
* Called by sailors the ox-eye, being in appearIs buried Jeep. In Cairo's crowded streets ance at first no bigger. Th' impatient merchant, wondering, waits in 3 Vasco de Gama, the first who sailed round vain,
Africa, by the Cape of Good Hope, to the East And Mecca saddens at the long delay.
Indies. But ehief at sea, whose every fexile wave
* Don Henry, third son to John the First, king Obeys th' blast, th' aërial tumult swells.
of Portugal. His strong genius to the discovery In the dread Ocean, undulating wide,
of new countries was the chief source of all the Beneath the radiant line that girts the globe, modern improvements in navigation.