GENTLE RIVER. Back the hero, full of fury, Sent a deep and mortal wound: Instant sunk the Renegado, Mute and lifeless on the ground. With a thousand Moors surrounded, Cold at length the warrior lay. Near him fighting, great Alonzo Furious press the hostile squadron, Who can war with thousands wage! Where yon rock the plain o'ershadows, AGAIN, the country was enclosed, a wide A GIPSY ENCAMPMENT. 'Twas open spread, to catch the morning sun, Of vigour palsied and of beauty stain'd; Her bloodshot eyes on her unheeding mate Were wrathful turn'd, and seem'd her wants to state, Cursing his tardy aid-her Mother there. With gipsy-state engross'd the only chair; Solemn and dull her look; with such she stands Last in the group, the worn-out Grandsire sits, Useless, despis'd, his worthless labours done, Who half supports him; he with heavy glance To trace the progress of their future years: MARINE VIEWS. Be it the Summer-noon : a sandy space Light twinkling streams in bright confusion move; |