OF BEATTIE. Thine be the prize," exclaim'd th' enraptur'd joy!" O blind to fate, felicity, and truth! But such are they whom Pleasure's snares decoy. The sun was sunk; the vision was no more; Night downward rush'd tempestuous, at the frown Of Jove's awaken'd wrath; deep thunders roar, The forests howl afar, and mountains groan; And sanguine meteors glare athwart the plain; With horror's scream the Ilian towers resound; Raves the hoarse storm along the bellowing main, And the strong earthquake rends the shuddering ground. ODE TO PEACE. I. 1. PEACE, heaven-descended maid! whose power. ful voice From ancient darkness call'd the morn, Far, far was hurl'd the void abyss along; And wide, through night's dark solitary reign, Rebounding long and deep the lays triumphant rung. I. 2. O whither art thou fled, Saturnian age! To break the sceptre of tyrannic rage, From Woe's wan cheek to wipe the bitter tears, Ye years, again roll round! Hark! from afar what desolating sound, While echoes load the sighing gales, With dire presage the throbbing heart assails! Murder, deep-rous'd, with all the whirlwind's haste And roar of tempest, from her cavern springs, Her tangled serpents girds around her waist, Smiles ghastly-fierce, and shakes her gore-distilling wings. I. 3. The shouts redoubling rise In thunder to the skies. The Nymphs disorder'd dart along, Sweet Powers of solitude and song, Stunn'd with the horrors of discordant sound, And all is listening trembling round. Torrents far heard amid the waste of night, That oft have led the wanderer right, Are silent at the noise. The mighty ocean's more majestic voice Drown'd in superior din is heard no more; The surge in silence seems to sweep the foamy shore. II. 1. The bloody banner streaming in the air, Bursts out by frequent fits th' expansive flame: Snatch'd in tempestuous eddies flies The surging smoke o'er all the darken'd skies: The cheerful face of heaven no more is seen, The bloom of morning fades to deadly pale, The bat flits transient o'er the dusky green, And night's foul birds along the sullen twilight sail. II. 2. Involv'd in fire-streak'd gloom the car comes on: A mace tremendous desolates the land; II. 3. How startled Frenzy stares, Bristling her ragged hairs! Revenge the gory fragment gnaws; Her trump terrific blows. Disparting from behind, the clouds disclose. That with his scourge sublime rules the careering storm. III. 1. Ambition, outside fair! within as foul As fiends of fiercest heart below, Who ride the hurricanes of fire that roll Their thundering vortex o'er the realms of woe, Yon naked waste survey, Where late was heard the flute's mellifluous lay; Where late the rosy-bosom'd hours In loose array danc'd lightly o'er the flowers; Where late the shepherd told his tender tale, And waken'd by the murmuring breeze of morn, The voice of cheerful Labour fill'd the dale, And dove-eyed Plenty smil'd, and wav'd her liberal horn.— III. 2. Yon ruins, sable from the wasting flame, The frequent corse obstructs the sullen stream, Save where, outstretch'd beneath yon hanging wall, |