Song, in imitation of Shakspeare's Blow, blow thou winter's 1 8 17 18 19 Pygmæo-gerano-machia: The Battle of the Pygmies and Cranes The Hares: A Fable Epitaph-being part of an Inscription for a Monument, to be erected by a Gentleman to the Memory of his Lady Ode on Lord H**'s Birth-day 54 • To the Right Hon. Lady Charlotte Gordon, dressed in a 58 59 On the report of a Monument to be erected in Westminster The Wolf and Shepherds: A Fable 61 POEMS, OF JAMES BEATTIE, D.D. ODE TO PEACE. I. 1. PEACE, heaven-descended maid! whose powerful voice Far, far was hurl'd the void abyss along; To loftiest raptures tuned the heavenly lyre, And wide through night's dark desolate domain B I. 2. Oh whither art thou fled, Saturnian reign! Roll round again, majestic years! To break fell Tyranny's corroding chain, From Woe's wan cheek to wipe the bitter tears, Hark from afar what loud tumultuous sound, Swells full along the plains, and loads the gales! Murder deep-rous'd, with the wild whirlwind's haste Smiles ghastly-stern, and shakes her gore-distilling wings. I. 3. Fierce up the yielding skies The shouts redoubling rise: Earth shudders at the dreadful sound, The mighty ocean's more majestic voice Drown'd in superior din is heard no more; The surge in silence sweeps along the foamy shore. II. 1. The bloody banner streaming in the air Bursts out by frequent fits th' expansive flame. The surging smoke o'er all the darken❜d skies. II. 2. Involv'd in fire-streak'd gloom the car comes on. A mace tremendous desolates the land; The mountain shrinks before its wasteful sweep: Smit by the blasting lightning of his eyes, A bloated paleness beauty's bloom o'erspreads, Fades every flowery field, and every verdure dies. |