OSSIAN'S ADDRESS TO THE SUN. O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers! Whence are thy beams', O sun', thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty; | the stars hide themselves in the sky; the moon, cold, and pale, sinks in the western wave. But thou thyself movest alone:| who can be a companion of thy course? The oaks of the mountains fall; the mountains themselves', decay with years the ocean shrinks, and grows again; the moon herself is lost in heavn; but thou art for ever the same, rejoicing in the brightness of thy course. 1 When the world is dark with tempests', | 2when thunder rolls, and lightning flies', thou lookest in thy beauty from the clouds', and laugh'est at the storm. | 2 But, to Ossian, thou lookest in vain; for he beholds thy beams no more,d whether thy yellow hairs flow on the eastern clouds', or thou tremblest at the gates of the west,. But thou art perhaps like me- for a season: thy years will have an end. Thou shalt sleep in the clouds, careless of the voice of the morning. | 4 Exult', then, O sun', in the strength of thy youth! 1Age, is dark, and unlovely: it is like the glimmering light of the moon, | when, it shines through broken clouds'; and the mist is on the hills, the blast of the north is on the plain', the traveller shrinks in the midst of his journey. | TELL'S ADDRESS TO HIS NATIVE MOUNTAINS. (JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES.) Ye crags, and peaks', I'm with you once again;f | I hold to you the hands you first' beheld, | b Moon herself, not moo'-ner-self. C e a Moun'tinz. • He, beholds thy beams; not He'be holds thy beams. dOssian was blind. Crags and peaks; not cragz'n peaks, nor crags Ann Peaks. fAgên'. To show they still area free. 1Methinks I hear A spirit in your echoes, an'swer me, | 2And bid your tenant welcome to his home, and how free, !| Ye are the things that tow'r— that shine whose smile BATTLE OF HOHENLINDEN. (THOMAS CAMPBELL.) On Linden, when the sun was low, But Lindeng saw another sight, | By torch, and trumpet fast array'dı, | a Still are; not stillar. b Methinks, I; not me-think'si. Agễn. d Proud, you look; not prow'jew-look. e Huge hew'jew-are. f Embrace you; not embra'shew. Lindun. b E'sår. i Hors'mân; not hosmun. you are; not g Lin'den; not Then shook the hills with thunder riv'n; | And redder yet' those fires shall glow, | "Tis morn', but scarce yon level sun, | The combat deep'ns-On', ye brave', | Wave, Munich,d all thy banners, wave'! | mp Few, few shall part where many meet!| CHILDE HAROLD'S ADDRESS TO THE OCEAN. O that the desert were my dwell'ing-place, | With one fair spirit for my minister, | That I might all forget the human race, | And, hating no one, | love but only her! Ye elements - in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted- can ye not | Accord me such a being? Do I err| In deeming such inhabit many a spot?| Though with them to converse, I can rarely be our lot. ! a Artil'lår-rè. b Lin'den; not Lindun. •Shival-rẻ. fBề nềTH. F CE'sûr. d Mu'nik. There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, | What I can ne'er express', | yet cannot all conceal. [ Roll on', thou deep, and dark-blue ocean- | roll! | Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; | Man marks the earth' with ruin- | his control | Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain | The wrecks are all thy' deed, nor doth remain | A shadow of man's ravage, | save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain', I He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncof'fin'd, and unknown.] His steps are not upon thy paths, thy fields | Are not a spoil for him, thou dost arise, | And shake him from' thee; the vile strength he wields] с Then dashest him againd to earth':- there let him lay.| The armaments which thunderstrike the walls a Roll on'; not roll-on'. b Důst. Port, or bay; not Porter Bay. d Agen'. Môn'nårks; not mon'nucks. Their clay-creator the vain title take | These are thy toys, | and, as the snowy flake', | Thy shores are em'pires, | chang'd in all save thee | Assyria, Greece, Rome', Carthage, what are they?| Thy waters wasted them while they were free',| And many a tyrant since,; their shores obey | The stranger, slave', or savage; their decay | Has dri'd up realms to deserts:- not so thou, | Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves' playTime writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow Such as creation's dawn' beheld, | thou rollest now. | | Thou glorious mirror, | 1where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; | 2in all' time, | Calm, or convuls'd in breeze', or gale', or storm, Icing the pole', or in the torrid clime, | Dark-heaving, boundless, | end'less, and sublime,The image of eternity | 1the throne | Of the Invisible; | 2e'en from out thy slime' The monsters of the deep are made, ; | each zone | Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fath'omless, alōne.| sp And I have lov'd' thee, o'cean! | and my joy | And laid my hand upon thy mane'— | as I do here. | |