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E'en now he seems, with eager pace,
“Syrian virgins, wail and weep,
The radiant range of shield and lance Down Damascus' hills advance : From Sion's turrets as afar Ye ken the march of Europe's war! Saladin, thou paynim king, From Albion's isle revenge we bring ! On Acon's spiry citadel, Though to the gale thy banners swell, Pictured with the silver moon; England shall end thy glory soon! In vain, to break our firm array, Thy brazen drums hoarse discord bray : Those sounds our rising fury fan : English Richard in the van, On to victory we go, A vaunting infidel the foe.”
Blondel led the tuneful band, And swept the wire with glowing hand. Cyprus, from her rocky mound, And Crete, with piny verdure crown'd, Far along the smiling main Echoed the prophetic strain.
Soon we kiss'd the sacred earth That gave a murder'd Saviour birth ; Then, with ardour fresh endued, Thus the solemn song renew'd.
BORN 1731-DIED 1800.
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It seems idolatry with some excuse,
Thou wast a bauble once, a cup and ball Which babes might play with ; and the thievish
jay, Seeking her food, with ease might have purloin'd The auburn nut that held thee, swallowing down Thy yet close folded latitude of boughs, And all thine embryo vastness at a gulp. But Fate thy growth decreed ; autumnal rains Beneath thy parent tree mellow'd the soil
Design'd thy cradle; and a skipping deer,
So Fancy dreams. Disprove it, if ye can,
By thee I might correct, erroneous oft,
woods ; And Time hath made thee what thou art-a cave For owls to roost in. Once thy spreading boughs O'erhung the champaign ; and the numerous
flocks That grazed it stood beneath that ample cope Uncrowded, yet safe shelter'd from the storm.
No flock frequents thee now. Thou hast out.
lived Thy popularity, and art become (Unless verse rescue thee awhile) a thing Forgotten, as the foliage of thy youth, While thus through all the stages, thou hast
push'd Of treeship-first a seedling, hid in grass ; Then twig: then sapling; and, as century rollid Slow after century, a giant-bulk Of girth enormous, with moss-cushion'd root Upheaved above the soil, and sides emboss'd With prominent wens globosetill at the last The rottenness, which time is charged to inflict On other mighty ones, found also thee.
What exhibitions various hath the world Witness'd of mutability in all That we account most durable below! Change is the diet on which all subsist, Created changeable, and change at last Destroys them. Skies uncertain now the heat Transmitting cloudless, and the solar beam Now quenching in a boundless sea of clouds Calm and alternate storm, moisture and drought, Invigorate by turns the springs of life In all that live, plant, animal, and man, And in conclusion mar them. Nature's threads, Fine passing thought, e'en in her coarsest works, Delight in agitation, yet sustain The force that agitates not unimpair'd ; But, worn by frequent impulse, to the cause Of their best tone their dissolution owe.
Thought cannot spend itself, comparing still The great and little of thy lot, thy growth