BOADICEA.-COWPER. WHEN the British warrior-queen, Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with an indignant míen, Counsel of her country's gods, Sage, beneath a spreading oak, "Princess, if our aged eyes Weep upon thy matchless wrongs, 'Tis because resentment ties Áll the terrors of our tongues. "Rome shall perish! write that word In the blood that she has spilt; Perish, hopeless and abhorred, "Rome, for empire far renown'd, Tramples on a thousand states; Soon her príde shall kiss the ground— Hark. the Gaul is at her gates! Other Romans shall arise, Such the bard's prophetic words, She with all a monarch's príde, "Ruffians! pitiless as proud, Heav'n awards the vengeance due. Empire is on us bestowed, Shame and ruin wait for you!" TO THE EAGLE.-PERCIVAL. BIRD of the broad and sweeping wing, Thy throne is on the mountain top; The skies, thy dwellings are. Thou síttest like a thing of light The midway sun is clear and bright; It cannot dim thy gaze. O'er the bursting billow spread, Where the vessel plunges, hurry past, Thou art perch'd aloft on the beetling crag, And the waves are white belów, And on, with a haste that cannot lag, They rush in an endless flow Again thou hast plumed thy wing for flight, Το lands beyond the sea; And away, like a spírit, wreathed in light, Thou hurriest wild and free. Thou hurriest over the myriad waves, Thou sweepest that place of unknown graves, When the night storm gathers dim and dark, With a shrill and boding scream, Thou rushest by the foundering bark, Quick as a passing dream. Lord of the boundless realm of air, In thy impérial name, The hearts of the bold and ardent dare The dangerous path of fame. Beneath the shade of thy golden wings, The Roman legions bore From the river of Égypt's cloudy springs, For thee they fought, for thee they fell, And the dying warrior prayed. Thou wert thro' an age of death and fears, The image of pride and power; Till the gathered rage of a thousand years And then a deluge of wrath it came, And the nations shook with dread; And it swept the earth till its fields were flame With the low and crouching slave. And together lay, in a shroud of blood, And where was then thy fearless flight? "O'er the dark mysterious sea; To the lands that caught the setting light The cradle of Liberty! There on the silent and lonely shore, For ages I watch'd alone; And the world in its darkness asked no more Where the glorious bird had flown. "But then came a bold and hardy few, |