69 BOADICEA WHEN the British warrior queen, Sage beneath a spreading oak 'Princess! if our agèd eyes Weep upon thy matchless wrongs, 'Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. 'Rome shall perish,-write that word 'Rome for empire far renowned, Tramples on a thousand states; Soon her pride shall kiss the ground,— Hark! the Gaul is at her gates. 'Other Romans shall arise, Heedless of a soldier's name, Sounds, not arms, shall win the prize, Harmony the path to fame. 'Then the progeny that springs From the forests of our land, Armed with thunder, clad with wings, Shall a wider world command. Regions Cæsar never knew, Such the bard's prophetic words, She, with all a monarch's pride, ‘Ruffians, pitiless as proud, Heaven awards the vengeance due; Empire is on us bestowed, Shame and ruin wait for you!' William Cowper. 70 THE TRIUMPHS OF OWEN (From the Welsh.) OWEN'S praise demands my song, Big with hosts of mighty name, On her shadow long and grey Dauntless on his native sands Echoing to the battle's roar. Thomas Gray. 71 BELINDA (The Rape of the Lock.) NOT with more glories, in th' ethereal plain, The sun first rises o'er the purpled main, Than, issuing forth, the rival of his beams But every eye was fixed on her alone. On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all. Alexander Pope. 72 MISS MARY (A Child Five Years Old.) LORDS, Knights, and Squires, the numerous band Were summoned by her high command My pen among the rest I took, Lest those bright eyes, that cannot read, Should dart their kindling fires, and look The power they have to be obeyed. Nor quality, nor reputation, Forbid me yet my flame to tell, Dear Five-Years-Old befriends my passion, For while she makes her silk-worms beds She may receive and own my flame; For, though the strictest prudes should know it, She'll pass for a most virtuous dame, And I for an unhappy poet. Then, too, alas when she shall tear The lines some younger rival sends, She'll give me leave to write, I fear, And we shall still continue friends. For, as our different ages move, 'Tis so ordained (would Fate but mend it!) That I shall be past making love When she begins to comprehend it. Matthew Prior. 73 THE LOVER'S PLEA IF doughty deeds my lady please And he that bends not to thine eye Shall rue it to his smart! Then tell me how to woo thee, Love, Oh tell me how to woo thee! For thy dear sake, nae care I'll take If gay attire delight thine eye I'll dight me in array; I'll tend thy chamber door all night, |