I should-old Ocean's Saturnalian days, Our pensile globe revolve in purer air. Here Morn and Eve with blushing thanks receive Their freshening dews; gay fluttering breezes cool Their wings to fan the brow of fever'd climes; And here the Spring dips down her emerald urn For showers to glad the Earth. Old Ocean was, Infinity of ages ere we breathed Existence; and he will be beautiful, When all the living world that sees him now, In thundering concert with the quiring winds: The power of thought to reach, bard after bard Shall sing thy glory, BEATIFIC SEA! THE END. 182 185 The Last Man, Valedictory Stanzas to J. P. Kemble, Esq. Lines written at the request of the High- Stanzas to the memory of the Spanish Pa- Song of the Greeks, Song of Hybrias the Cretan, 188 190 191 194 Fragment from the Greek of Alcman, .. Martial Elegy from the Greek of Tyrtæus, Specimens of Translation from Medea, Speech of the Chorus in the same Tragedy, Lines spoken by Mr. ****, at Drury Lane Theatre, on the first opening of the Lines inscribed on the monument lately finished by Mr. Chantry, which has been erected by the Widow of Admiral PAGE PAGE Song, "O how hard it is to find," Stanzas on the threatened invasion, 1803, To Jemima, Rose, and Eleanore, three ce. ib. |