Thus stood and, unremovable by skill
Or force of man, had stood the structure still
But that, tho' firmly fixt, supplanted yet
By pressure of its own enormous weight,
It left the shelving beach-and, with a sound,
That shook the bellowing waves and rocks around,
Self-launch'd and swiftly, to the briny wave
(As if instinct with strong desire to lave)

Down went the pond'rous mass. So Bards of old,
How Delos swam th' Egean deep, have told.

But not of ice was Delos; Delos bore

Herb, fruit, and flow'r. She, crown'd with laurel, wore,

E'en under wintry skies, a summer-smile;

And Delos was Apollo's fav'rite isle.

But, horrid wand'rers of the deep, to you

He deems Cimmerian darkness only due
Your hated birth he deign'd not to survey;
But scornful, turn'd his glorious eyes away.
Hence! seek your home; nor longer rashly dare
The darts of Phæbus, and a softer air;
Lest ye regret, too late, your native coast,
In no congenial gulph for ever lost!

VOL. II.

DDD

APPENDIX.

(No. 6.)

I make no apology for the introduction of the following Lines, though I have never learned who wrote them. Their elegance will sufficiently recommend them to persons of classical taste and erudition: and I shall be happy if the English Version, that they have received from me, be found not to dishonour them. Affection for the memory of the worthy man whom they celebrate, alone prompted me to this endeavour. W. COWPER.

VERSES

TO THE MEMORY OF DR. LLOYD,

Spoken at the Westminster Election next after his decease.

OUR good old friend is gone, gone to his rest,

Whose social converse was itself a feast.

O ye

of riper years, who recollect,

How once ye lov'd, and eyed him with respect,
Both in the firmness of his better day,

you

While yet he rul'd with a father's sway,
And when impair'd by time, and glad to rest,
Yet still with looks in mild complacence drest,

He

He took his annual seat, and mingled here

His sprightly vein with yours, now drop a tear!
In morals blameless, as in manners meek,

He knew no wish, that he might blush to speak,

But, happy in whatever state below,

And richer than the rich in being so,
Obtain'd the hearts of all, and such a meed
At length from one* as made him rich indeed.
Hence then, ye titles, hence, not wanted here!
Go! garnish merit in a higher sphere,
The brows of those, whose more exalted lot
He could congratulate, but envy'd not!
Light lie the turf, good Senior, on thy breast,
And tranquil, as thy mind was, be thy rest!
Tho' living thou hadst more desert than fame,
And not a stone now chronicles thy name!

ABIIT senex. Periit senex amabilis,
Quo non fuit jucundior.
Lugete vos ætas quibus maturior

Senem colendum prœstitit ;

Seu quando, viribus valentioribus

Firmoque fretus pectore,
Florentiori vos juventute excolens

D D D 2

Curâ

* He was Usher and Under-master of Westminster near fifty years, and retired from his occupation when he was near seventy, with a handsome pension from the King.

Curâ fovebat patriâ,

Seu quando, fractus, jamque donatus rude,
Vultu sed usque blandulo,

Miscere gaudebat suas facetias

His annuis leporibus!

Vixit probus, purâque simplex indole,
Blandisque comis moribus,

Et dives æquâ mente, charus omnibus,
Unius auctus munere.

Ite, tituli! Meritis beatioribus

Aptate laudes debitas!

Nec invidebat ille, si quibus favens
Fortuna plus arriserat.

Placide senex, levi quiescas cespite,
Etsi superbum nec vivo tibi

Decus sit inditum, nec mortuo

Lapis notatus nomine!

APPENDIX.

APPENDIX.

(No. 7.)

TRANSLATIONS from the FABLES of GAY.

Lepus Multis Amicus.

LUSUS amicitia est uni nisi dedita, cen fit,

Simplice ni nexus fœdere, lusus amor. Incerto genitore puer, non sæpe paternæ Tutamen novit, deliciasque domus : Quique sibi fidos fore multos sperat, amicus

Mirum est huic misero si ferat ullus opem.

Comis erat mitisque, et nolle et velle paratus

Cum quovis, Gaii more modoque, lepus;
Ille quot in sylvis, et quot spatiantur in agris
Quadrupedes norat conciliare sibi.

Et quisque innocuo, invitoque lacessere quenquam
Labra tenus saltem fidus amicus erat.
Ortum sub lucis dum pressa cubilia linquit
Rorantes herbas, pabula sueta, petens,
Venatorum audit clangores pone sequentum

Fulmineumque sonum territus erro fugit.
Corda pavor pulsat, sursum sedet, erigit aures,
Respicit et sentit jam prope adesse necem.
Utque canes fallat, late circumvagus, illuc
Unde abiit mirâ calliditate, redit;

Viribus