And made the dancing billows glow:
High upon the trophied prow,

Many a warrior minstrel hung

His sounding harp, and boldly sung:

"Syrian virgins, wail and weep,
"English Richard plows the deep!
"Tremble, watchmen, as ye spy

"From distant towers, with anxious eye, "The radiant range of shield and lance "Down Damascus's hills advance:

"From Zion's turrets as afar

"Ye ken the march of Europe's war!

"Saladin, thou paynim king,

"From Albion's isle revenge we bring!

"On Acon's spiry citadel

"Though to the gale thy banners swell, "Pictur'd with the silver moon,

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'England shall end thy glory soon!

"In vain, to break our firm array,

"Thy brazen drums hoarse discord bray:

"Those sounds our rising fury fan :

Blondel led the tuneful band,

And swept the wire with glowing hand;

Cyprus, from her rocky mound,

And Crete, with piny verdure crown'd,

Far along the smiling main

Echoed the prophetic strain.

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Lo, the toilsome voyage past,
"Heaven's favour'd hills appear at last!

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'Object of our holy vow,

"We tread the Syrian valleys now.
"From Carmel's almond-shaded steep
"We feel the cheerful fragrance creep :
"See Lebanon's aspiring head
"Wide his immortal umbrage spread!
"Ye trampled tombs, ye fanes forlorn,
"Ye stones, by tears of pilgrims worn:
"Your ravish'd honours to restore,
"Fearless we climb this hostile shore."

(J. WARTON.)

EXERCISE CXLIV.

ODE TO INDEPENDENCY.

Here on my native shore reclin'd,

While silence rules this midnight hour,

I woo thee, Goddess! on my musing mind
Descend, propitious power!

And bid these ruffling gales of grief subside,
Bid my calm soul with all thy influence shine:
As yon chaste orb along this ample tide

Draws the long lustre of her silver line,

While the hush'd breeze its last weak whisper blows, And lulls old Humber to his deep repose.

Come to thy votr'y's ardent prayer,
In all thy graceful plainness drest:
No knot confines thy waving hair,
No zone thy floating vest;

Unsullied honor decks thine open brow,
And candour brightens in thy modest eye:
Thy blush is warm content's ætherial glow :
Thy smile is peace: thy step is liberty:

Thou scatterest blessings round with lavish hand,
As spring with careless fragrance fills the land.

As now o'er this lone beach I stray,
Thy fav'rite swain oft stole along,
And artless wove his Dorian lay,

Far from the busy throng.

Thou heard'st him, Goddess, strike the tender string, And bad'st his soul with bolder passions move:

Soon these responsive shores forgot to ring

With beauties' praise, and plaint of slighted love :

To loftier flights his daring genius took,

And led the war 'gainst thine, and Freedom's foes.

(MASON.)

EXERCISE CXLV.

HYMN TO EVENING.

Now air is hushed, save where the weak-eyed bat,
With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing;
Or where the beetle winds

His small but sullen horn,

As oft he rises 'midst the twilight path,
Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum;
Now teach me, maid compos'd,

To breathe some softened strain,

Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit ;

As, musing slow, I hail

Thy genial lov'd return!

For when thy folding-star arising shows
His paly circlet, at his warning lamp

The fragrant hours, and elves

Who slept in buds the day,

And many a nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge, And sheds the freshening dew, and, lovelier still,

The pensive pleasures sweet,

Prepare thy shadowy car.

Then let me rove some wild and heathy scene;
Or find some ruin 'midst its dreary dells,
Whose walls more awful nod

By thy religious gleams.

Or, if chill blustering winds, or driving rain,
Prevent my willing feet, be mine the art,
That from the mountain's side

Views wilds, and swelling floods,

And hamlets brown, and dim discovered spires;
And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all
Thy dewy fingers draw

The gradual dusky vail.

While Spring shall pour his showers, as oft he wont, And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve! While Summer loves to sport

Beneath thy lingering light;

While sallow autumn fills thy lap with leaves :
Or winter, yelling through the troublous air,
Affrights thy shrinking train,

And rudely rends thy robes;

So long, regardful of thy quiet rule,

Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, Smiling Peace,
Thy gentlest influence own,

And love thy favourite name!

END OF PART III.

(COLLINS.)