Or they, who in perdition dwell, 12 In darkness can thy mighty hand 13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry, And up to thee my prayer doth hie 14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my soul forsake, And hide thy face from me, 15 That am already bruised, and shake Bruised and afflicted, and so low 16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow; Thy threatenings cut me through: 17 All day they round about me go, Like waves they me pursue. 18 Lover and friend thou hast removed, They fly me now whom I have loved, A PARAPHRASE ON PSALM CXIV. This and the following Psalm were done by the Author at fifteen years old. WHEN the blest seed of Terah's faithful son, Low in the earth; Jordan's clear streams recoil, PSALM CXXXVI. LET us, with a gladsome mind, Let us blaze his name abroad, For his, &c. O, let us his praises tell, Who doth the wrathful tyrants quell; For his, &c. Who, with his miracles, doth make Amazed heaven and earth to shake; Who, by his wisdom, did create The painted heavens so full of state; Who did the solid earth ordain To rise above the watery plain; For his, &c. Who, by his all-commanding might, And caused the golden tressed sun For his, &c. The horned moon to shine by night, He, with his thunder-clasping hand, And, in despite of Pharaoh fell, The ruddy waves he cleft in twain Of the Erythræan main; l'or his, &c. The floods stood still, like walls of glass, While the Hebrew bands did pass; He hath, with a piteous eye, And freed us from the slavery Of the invading enemy; All living creatures ne doth feed, And with full hand supplies their need; For his, &c. Let us therefore warble forth His mighty majesty and worth; That his mansion hath on high TRANSLATIONS. THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE, Lib. I. WHAT slender youth, bedewed with liquid odours, Courts thee on roses in some pleasant cave, Pyrrha? For whom bindest thou In wreaths thy golden hair, Plain in thy neatness? O, how oft shall he Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold, To whom thou untried seemest fair! Me, in my vowed My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea. FROM GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH. BRUTUS thus addresses DIANA in the Country of Leogecia. To whom, sleeping before the Altar, DIANA answers in a BRUTUS, far to the west, in the ocean wide, |