Si nostros sciret, durus licet, ille dolores, Vix hyemem miseros lædere vellet acrem: IV. Blandule væ! friges, friges; calor ossa reliquit ; Suscitet ex oculis fervida gutta meis ! Fervida gutta fluit, fed congelat aura Auentem : Ah ! nunc infelix, orbaque mater ego.” V. Jam nive congeftâ miserè prolabitur exspes, 277 Tum lateri natum apponens, atque oscula figens mus! Suspicit, et flectit, morte gravata, caput. THE SON OF ALKNOMOOK, OR THE INDIAN DEATH.SONG. I. THE But glory remains, when their lights fade away : II. Remember the arrows, he shot from his bow, Remember your chiefs, by his hatchet laid low; Why so flow? do you wait, till I shrink from the pain ? No, the son of Alknomook shall never complain. III. Remember the wood, where in ambush we lay, ز But the son of Alknomook can never complain. Fingite nunc animis, quæ fpicula misit ab arcu, Fingite, ductores quos ascia morte fubegit, Quid statis? non me poterunt terrere dolores ; IV. I go to the land, where my father is gone, His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his fon; THE DEATH OF ALICO, AN AFRICAN SLAVE, CONDEMNED FOR REBELLION, IN JAMAICA, 1762, BY BRYANT EDWARDS, ESQ. OF JAMAICA. I. 'TIS paft !--ah ! calm thy * cares to reft! Firm and unmoy'd am I; In freedom's cause I bar'd my breast, In freedom's cause I die. II. Ah! stop, thou doft me fatal wrong, ; For IV. * He addresses his wife at the place of execution. ! |