NOTES TO THE BATTLE OF THE FROGS AND MICE. Note', p. 45.] Awake my song. Musa, tu che cantasti i fatti egregi La per le piagge d'Elicona apriche. Tassoni Secchia Rapita, c. v, s. 23. Muse, who didst sing the wondrous exploits done Whence mid the sunny lawns of Helicon Still fresh they bloom, and deckt with flowerets o'er.— And shamed in might the giant's earth-born brood. Non tantos motus, nec tam memorabile bellum, Sparsa jacent juncis transfixa, hic gutture rauco Addison, IIYTMAIO-TEPANOMAXIA, 46. Not such the rout, not such the immortal fray, Note3, p. 46.] What sire begat thee, and what mother bore? Justice. What is thy name? Son. My name's Tom Jenkins, alias I have none Son. My father dwelt in Rochester-and was, As I have heard,—a fishmonger-no more. Note*, p. 47.] Critic, act. iii, s. 1. Ne'er yet from battle's withering shout I fled. Son of the sea, I never fled. Ossian, Carthon, vol. i, p. 90. Note 5, Caitiff! on land I am thy better fur, To cuff and kick, to wrestle, run, and spar. So king Creillus, in the Galeomyomachia, describes himself as a knight, sans tache, sans peur. οὐκ ἐθέλησα ζῆν τὸν ἄπονον βίον. 157. K. T. A. No sluggard life was mine-my sole delight Hath been to mingle with the men of might, The foe to smite with timely stroke and stout, Note, p. 50.] Lay rock'd and rolling on the deep-sea billow. Beside some fen shall his tomb be seen; it shall rest without song. His ghost shall hover in mist over the reedy pool. Note7, p. 50.] Ossian, Tem. vol. ii, p. 10 For death hath torn From me three gallant bairns. So king Sheep's-eye (Kρeïλλoç) in the Cat-and-Frog-fight. καὶ γὰρ πρὸ καιροῦ τὴν ἐμὴν θυγατέρα. 1. 34. K. T. X. Yes, all untimely, in her spring of youth, Before these eyes. Loquitur Chip-cheese. I too have felt her claw: She clutch'd, and Eat-Wheat, that brave boy of mine, Her death-shriek heard-nought lingering-undismay'd He rush'd to avenge his slaughtered sister's shade. Note, p. 50.] Uprise ye then, and don the arms of death. Τόινυν κελεύω τοὺς ἐμὸι πεφιλμένους. Galeomyomach. 173, к. 7. X. Heed then my call, my liegemen dear ye are, With skill, with vengeance, valour, strength, go forth Arise to battle, my thousands! pour round me like the echoing main. Gather round the bright steel of your king: strong as the rocks of my land; that meet the storm with joy; and stretch their dark pines to the wind. Ossian, Fingal, b. i. Exalt, ye sons of Erin, exalt the spear, and bend the bow: rush on the foe in darkness, as the spirits of stormy nights! Note 9, p. 52.] Ossian, Fingal, b. ii. By Centaur-chief or earth-born giant led. Not such the numbers, nor the host so dread, Note 10 p. 53.] Heber's Palestine. Snuff the rich steam and wet the whiskered lip. In accordance with this, Sheep's-eye's threat to Jupiter, in the Cat-and-Mouse Fight, savoureth somewhat of pot valour. ὡς εἴπερ ου θήσει με νικητὴν μέγαν. 104, K. T. X. Hear then, O Jove, the oath I swear,-if thou |