To ftem the spoiler's swift career,

And made th' aftonish'd flaves revere

[aid!

The ftrength of Valour's arm uprais'd in Freedom's

ANTIS TROPH E.

Again, while yet the vifion beam'd upon his mind,

He cry'd, "Let navies crowd the wat❜ry way,

Let the vain defpot seize the naked shore,

And o'er our ravag'd plains his millions pour;

Again let | Hippias lead them to their prey,

To fack our Grecian domes, in impious league com

By virtue arm'd, our banded few

[bin'd;

Again fhall dare th' enervate crew,

Again fhall Vict❜ry raise the trophy'd meed;

Retorted quick, the vig'rous blow

Shall hurl deftruction on the foe."

Approving Pallas fmil'd, and Fate their fall decreed.

E PODE.

The fon of Pififtratus, an Athenian, who had taken refuge in the Perfian court, and laboured to make Athens obnoxious to the Perfian monarch.

E PODE.

Still at Freedom's lonely fhrine

Brightly burns the flame divine,

Preferv'd with vestal care:

Here British Athens bow,

Here bind their early vow,

And pour the grateful pray'r.

How rufh the gen'rous youth to arms!

How the big wish their bosom warms

To rank with facred names of old,

Who erft ambitious pow'r control'd,

[main,

When Spain's proud wrecks were scatter'd o'er the

And hills of Gallic troops lay pil'd on Hocftet's plain!

STROPH E.

To fill these lifts of fame, from tranquil scenes of ease,

Ardent for fight, a young § enthusiast rose.

General Wolfe.

In vain did fearful love her forrows plead;

She bad, whofe facred mandate is obey'd,

Where, through the wild unknown, Laurentius flows, To wake the fleeping war, and trim her with'ring bays. Nor rocks nor foes infpir'd difmay;

Onward he brav'd the rugged way,

When envious Fate difpatch'd the leaden death:

Nor funk he then beneath the wound,

Till fhouts of triumph echo'd round,

And Honour footh'd his pangs, and watch'd his parting

breath.

ANTIS TROPH E.

Again, with firmer pow'r, indignant of controul,
Ambition builds his fchemes of boundless fway,

Prefumes to grafp the thunders of the main,
And boaft the glories of his wat'ry reign.
The Gall and Spaniard fwell the proud array,
Ally'd by kindred views and fympathy of foul.

But,

But, while they feed their fplendid dreams,

Let British terrors blaft their aims,

Let antient worth the free-born foldier roufe;

Then fhall they court a vain embrace,

And, like Ixion, woo difgrace,

Who clafp'd an empty cloud, for Jove's imperial spouse.

E POD E.

Mark the vivid light'nings glare,

Glancing through the kindled air:

When thick'ning tempefts low'r,

Along the fuel'd fkies

Th' electric fpirit flies,

And Heav'n's dread thunders roar.

So flames the Briton's vengeful ire,

So burfts around the martial fire:

He pours the ftorm from Calpe's fteep,
And wrecks and carnage ftrew the deep:

Ambition's

When nothing meets the wand'rer's view,

But length'ning glooms of faddeft hue,

And not a found invades his ear,

Save the dull whisper of the breeze,

Appall'd he fees, or thinks he fees,

Unreal scenes and forms, the painting of his fear.