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I wept, to fee the vifionary man ;
And, whilft my trance continu'd, thus began.,
"O light of Trojans, and fupport of Troy ! "Thy father's champion, and thy country's joy! "O, long expected by thy friends! from whence "Art thou, fo late, return'd to our defence ? "Alas! what wounds are these? what new disgrace "Deforms the manly honours of thy face?"
THE spectre, groaning from his inmost breast, This warning in these mournful words, exprefs'd. "HASTE, goddess-born! Escape, by timely flight, "The flames and horrors of this fatal night. "The foes, already, have poffefs'd our wall ; "Troy nods from high, and totters to her fall. "Enough is paid to Priam's royal name,
Enough to country, and to deathless fame.
If, by a mortal arm, my father's throne
Could have been fav'd-this arm the feat had done.
"And gives her gods companions of thy fate.
Now, peals of fhouts came thund'ring from afar,
By courage rous'd, by love of country fir'd,
PANTHEUS, Apollo's priest, a facred name, Had 'fcap'd the Grecian fwords, and pafs'd the flame, With relics loaded, to my doors he fled,
And, by the hand, his tender grandfon led."What hope, O Pantheus! whither can we run? "Where make a stand? or, what may yet be done?” Scarce had I fpoke, when Pantheus, with a groan,
Troy-is no more !-Her glories, now, are gone. "The fatal day, th' appointed hour, is come, "When wrathful Jove's irrevocable doom "Transfers the Trojan ftate to Grecian hands: "Our city's wrapt in flames: the foe commands. "To fev'ral pofts, their parties they divide: "Some block the narrow streets; fome fcour the wide: "The bold, they kill; th' unwary, they furprize; "Who fights, meets death; and death finds him, who "Alies."
FILIAL PIETY OF ENEA S.
UT, now, the crackling flames appear on high,
But load my fhoulders with a willing freight :
My hand fhall lead our little fon-and you,
DOUGLAS'S SOLILOQUY IN
HIS is the place, the centre of the grove.
Here ftands the oak, the monarch of the wood.
Thro' fkies, where I could count each little far:
In fuch a place as this, at fuch an hour,
EVENTFUL day! how hast thou chang'd my state!
Like the green thorn of May, my fortune flowers.Ye glorious ftars! high heaven's refplendent hoft! To whom I oft have of my lot complain'd,
Hear, and record, my foul's unalter'd wish!
Before he speaks it out, I will accept :
THE COMMON OBJECTS OF
FONOUR, and fhame, from no condition rife:
Fortune, in men, has fome fmall difference made :
One flaunts in rags; one Autters in brocade :
The friar hooded, and the monarch crown'd.
"What differ more," you cry," than crown and cow!!" I'll tell you, friend !-a wife man and a fool.
You'll find, if once the monarch acts the monk,
Or, cobler-like, the parfon will be drunk,
Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow :
BOAST the pure blood of an illuftrious race,
What can ennoble fots, or flaves, or cowards?
Look next on greatness. Say, where greatness lies.
Not one looks backward; onward ftill he goes:
All fly flow things, with circumfpective eyes.
WHAT'S fame a fancy'd life in others breath:
Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart:
IN parts fuperior, what advantage lies?