THE CURSE OF MINERVA Pallas te hoc vulnere, Pallas Immolat, et pœnam scelerato ex sanguine sumit. Eneid xii. [948, 949]. ATHENS: CAPUCHIN CONVENT, March 17, 1811. SLOW sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun; Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light! O'er the hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave that trembles as it glows. On old gina's rock and Hydra's isle Though there his altars are no more divine. Descending fast, the mountain-shadows kiss II Then thousand schemes of petulance and pride Despatch her scheming children far and wide: Some east, some west, some every where but north, 150 In quest of lawless gain, they issue forth. race.' Without one spark of intellectual fire, The state receiver of his pilfer'd prey. Europe's worst dauber, and poor Britain's best, With palsied hand shall turn each model o'er That art and nature may compare their styles; 180 |