4.

And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his

pride:

And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.

5.

And there lay the rider distorted and pale,
With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail;
And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,
The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.

6.

And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,
And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;
And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the

sword,

Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!

FROM JOB.

I.

A SPIRIT pass'd before me: I beheld
The face of Immortality unveil'd-

Deep sleep came down on every eye save mine— And there it stood,-all formless but divine: Along my bones the creeping flesh did quake; And as my damp hair stiffen'd, thus it spake :

2.

"Is man more just than God? Is man more pure "Than he who deems even Seraphs insecure? "Creatures of clay-vain dwellers in the dust! "The moth survives you, and are ye more just? "Things of a day! you wither ere the night, "Heedless and blind to Wisdom's wasted light!"

"The Emperor Nepos was acknowledged by the Senate, "by the Italians, and by the Provincials of Gaul; his "moral virtues, and military talents, were loudly celebrated; " and those who derived any private benefit from his government, announced in prophetic strains the restoration of 66 public felicity.

66 By this shameful abdication, he protracted his life a few years, in a very ambiguous state, between an Emperor "and an Exile, till

Gibbon's Decline and Fall, vol. vi. p. 220.

ODE

ΤΟ

NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE.

I.

'Tis done-but yesterday a King!
And arm'd with Kings to strive-
And now thou art a nameless thing
So abject-yet alive!

Is this the man of thousand thrones,

Who strew'd our Earth with hostile bones?

And can he thus survive?

Since he, miscall'd the Morning Star,

Nor man nor fiend hath fallen so far.

2.

Ill-minded man! why scourge thy kind
Who bow'd so low the knee?

By gazing on thyself grown blind,

Thou taught'st the rest to see.