V. Then April with her fifter May, VI. And if a tear that speaks regret A glimpse of joy that we have met TRANSLATION OF PRIOR'S CHLOE AND I. EUPHELIA. MERCATOR, vigiles oculos ut fallere poffit, Nomine fub ficto trans mare mittit opes; Lené fonat liquidumque meis Euphelia chordis, Sed folam exoptant te, mea vota, Chloe. II. Ad fpeculum ornabat nitidos Euphelia crines, Cum dixit mea lux, heus, cane, fume lyram. Namque lyram juxtà pofitam cum carmine vidit, Suave quidem carmen dulcifonamque lyram, III. Fila III. Fila lyræ vocemque paro, fufpiria furgunt, Et mifcent numeris murmura moefta meis, Dumque tuæ memoro laudes, Euphelia, forme, Tota anima intereá pendet ab ore Chloes. IV. Subrubet illa pudore, et contrahit altera frontem, BOA DICE A. AN O D E. I. WHEN the British warrior queen, Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought with an indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods, II. Sage beneath the spreading oak III. Princess ! III. Princefs if our aged eyes Weep upon the matchlefs wrongs, 'Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. IV. Rome half perifh-write that word Deep in ruin as in guilt. V. Rome for empire far renown'd Tramples on a thousand states, Soon her pride fhall kifs the ground- VI. Other Romans fhall arife, Heedlefs of a foldier's name, Sounds, not arms, fhall win the prize, Harmony the path to fame. VII. Then VH. Then the progeny that fprings From the forefts of our land, Arm'd with thunder, clad with wings, Shall a wider world command. VII. Regions Cæfar never knew, IX. Such the bards prophetic words, X. She, with all a monarch's pride, IV. Ruffians, pitylefs as proud, Heav'n awards the vevgeance due, HEROIS M. THERE was a time when Ætna's filent fire Slept unperceiv'd, the mountain yet entire, When conscious of no danger from below, She tow'r'd a cloud-capt pyramid of fnow. No thunders shook with deep intestine found The blooming groves that girded her around, Her unctuous olives and her purple vines, (Unfelt the fury of those bursting mines) The peasant's hopes, and not in vain, afsur'd, In peace upon her floping fides matur'd. When on a day, like that of the last doom, A conflagration lab'ring in her womb, She teem'd and heav'd with an infernal birth, That shook the circling feas and folid earth. Dark |