SONG ON THE THREATENED INVASION, BY CAPTAIN MORRICE. WHILE deeds of Hell deface the world, To arm! to arms!-your bucklers bring, Ne'er shall the desolating woe That shades with horror Europe o'er, Or steep in blood this happy shore ; While wide the threat'ning frenzy burns, To Edward's and to Henry's page. And George and England save. Oft Fancy views them on the deep, With triumph fills the Briton's soul. As Drake and Raleigh catch the glance, Advance! he cries-rash fools advance! The grave of Spain shall ope for France, And George and Eugland save. What prompts these restless foes of life, Hath broke Britannia's shield in twain ? Ne'er in the pinch of Britain's fate, Or faction strive, with thwarting hate, No-round the altar of our land, And George and England save. Tho' moral order sink to ground, And blood and rapine fill each eye; Oh, happy Isle! wise-order'd State ! OVER THE TOMB OF ANACREON, BY ANTIPATOR OF SIDON. MAY the fair field in purple foliage bloom, F. E. C. D. TRANSLATION Of the Chorus at the End of the Second Act of the Hecuba of Euripides: YE breezes, mild and gentle gales, Whose breath propitious fills the swelling sails, Thro' angry seas, and stem the stubborn tide; To haughty power a slave, and lawless insolence? Will ye, alas in Doric lands Subject me to some haughty Greek's commands? Of Pthia, where in wandring mazes lost, Apidanus pours forth his silver floods Thro' meads of verdant hue, and shadowy darkling woods. Or must I to the isle repair, Sacred to Latona's care, Where verdant laurels and the lofty pine, Their friendly shades and blooming branches join, And with the youthful choir's united lays, Raise the chaste voice in fair Diana's praise. For lofty Athens must I part, To shade the curious vest with nicest art; Adorn the tapestry with scenes of war, See blazing fires from hapless Ilion rise, While clouds of circling smoke obscure the skies; Of children, parents, brethren, all bereft, Why thus reserv'd a prey for lawless bands, To drag the galling chain far hence in foreign lands? CANZONET, FROM ANACREON, BY J. HURDIS, B. D. WHEN the maid, that possesses my heart, Was content at my mansion to stay, Rapid Time was in haste to depart, And the moments fled laughing away. But now, since I see her not near, And to seek her is not in my power, Every day is as long as a year, |