9. Jn vain-in vain: strike other chords; And shed the blood of Scio's vine! 10. You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet; The nobler and the manlier one? 11. Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! It made Anacreon's song divine : He served but served Polycrates— A tyrant; but our masters then Were still, at least, our countrymen. 12. The tyrant of the Chersonese Was freedom's best and bravest friend; That tyrant was Miltiades ! Oh! that the present hour would lend Another despot of the kind! Such chains as his were sure to bind. 13. Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Such as the Doric mothers bore; 50 60 70 14. Trust not for freedom to the Franks- The only hope of courage dwells: 15. Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! 16. Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, GREAT NAMES (CANTO III, lxxxviii-xciv) BUT words are things, and a small drop of ink, Of ages; to what straits old Time reduces And when his bones are dust, his grave a blank, Or graven stone found in a barrack's station And glory long has made the sages smile; Than on the name a person leaves behind: Milton's the prince of poets-so we say ; An independent being in his day ΙΟ 20 Learn'd, pious, temperate in love and wine; But his life falling into Johnson's way, We're told this great high priest of all the Nine Was whipt at college-a harsh sire-odd spouse, 30 All these are, certes, entertaining facts, Like Shakespeare's stealing deer, Lord Bacon's bribes; Like Titus' youth, and Cæsar's earliest acts; Like Burns (whom Doctor Currie well describes); Like Cromwell's pranks ;-but although truth exacts These amiable descriptions from the scribes, As most essential to their hero's story, They do not much contribute to his glory. 40 All are not moralists, like Southey, when Let to the Morning Post its aristocracy; Such names at present cut a convict figure, Are good manure for their more bare biography, WORDSWORTH (CANTO III. xcviii—c) 6 WE learn from Horace, Homer sometimes sleeps ; wakes,- 6 50 sometimes To show with what complacency he creeps, And drivels seas to set it well afloat. If he must fain sweep o'er the ethereal plain, Or if, too classic for his vulgar brain, He fear'd his neck to venture such a nag on, And he must needs mount nearer to the moon, Could not the blockhead ask for a balloon? ΤΟ "Pedlars," and " Boats," and "Waggons! shades " Of Pope and Dryden, are we come to this? That trash of such sort not alone evades Oh! ye Contempt, but from the bathos' vast abyss 6 ་ AVE MARIA (CANTO III, ci—cix) T' OUR tale.-The feast was over, the slaves gone, The lady and her lover, left alone, 20 The rosy flood of twilight's sky admired Ave Maria! o'er the earth and sea, That heavenliest hour of Heaven is worthiest thee ! Ave Maria! blessed be the hour! The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth so beautiful and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower, Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirr'd with prayer. Ave Maria! 'tis the hour of prayer! Ave Maria! 'tis the hour of love! Ave Maria! may our spirits dare Look up to thine and to thy Son's above! Ave Maria! oh that face so fair! Those downcast eyes beneath the Almighty dove What though 'tis but a pictured image strike, That painting is no idol,-'tis too like. ΙΟ 20 |