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"When all the fury of the fight
With wrath redoubled rag'd; When man to man, with giant-might,
For all that's dear engag'd;
When all was thunder, smoke, and fire;
When from their native rocks the frighted springs retire;
"Twas then, through streams of smoke and blood,
Achates mounts the city-wall:
Though wounded, like a god he stood,
And at his feet the foes submissive fall.
"Brave are the Goths, and fierce in fight,
Yet these he gave to rout and flight;
Proud when they were of victory,
He rushed on like a storm; dispersed and weak they fly. 125
Thus, from the Grampians old,
A torrent, deep and strong,
Down rushes on the fold,
And sweeps the shepherd and the flock along.
"When, through an aged wood,
The thunder roars amain,
His paths with oaks are strewed,
So many a German field can tell,
How in his path the mighty heroes fell.
66 When, with their numerous dogs, the swains
"So the old lion, brave Achates, fought,
And miracles of prowess wrought;
With a few piquets bore the force
Of eighty thousand, stopped their course,
Till off his friends had marched, and all was well.
Even he himself could ne'er do more,
Fate had no greater deed in store
When all his host was safe, the godlike hero fell."
Thus as he spoke, each hoary sire
Fights o'er again his ancient wars;
Each youth burns with a hero's fire,
(Beneath his lifted arm, struck pale,
ODE XVI. BOOK 2. IMITATED'.
THE weary sailor calls for ease,
This and the following pieces from BLACKLOCK's Collection, (Vol. I. pp. 117-143.) form a series of fifteen poems hitherto unappropriated, but which I have no hesitation to ascribe to Macpherson, His Verses on the Death of Marshal Keith, were inserted evidently by himself, but without his name, at the end of the volume, which was published in October 1760, when he was desirous to conceal the circumstance of his being a poet. For the same reason his unpublished verses were inserted anonymously in the same Collection; but they are sufficiently authenticated by the recurrence of the same images and expressions in his other productions. In the second volume, published after he had left the country, his name was prefixed without scruple to such pieces of his as were collected from the Scots Magazine.
2 And not a moon or star to guide.] "No star with green trembling beam, no moon looks from the skies." Six Bards, vol. ii. p. 417.
Or hears the tempest idly rave;
No av'rice tempts him to the wave.
Turn to the noisy camp your eye,
There care corrodes, and starts the sigh.
Who drove o'er Minden's plains the Gaul;
'Tis not the sash, the gown, the robe,
More happy he! whose guiltless mind
Is to his native fields confined;
Blessed with his state; and craves no more
Than heaven allowed his sires before:
Around the bed of state they fly,
And dash the guilty cup of joy.] To authenticate the poem,
all that is said upon Care in the preceding or subsequent paragraphs is taken from the description of Care in MACPHERSON's Hunter, II. 92-115.
Unseen, but felt, oft in the halls of state
He sits, and tinges all the pompous treat ¿
And oft he hovers round the downy bed,
See Death, 90.
Go, then; forsake your calm retreat,
In vain you fly from inbred woe:
And floats within the sparkling glass.
In vain we fly destructive Care,
The monster in our breasts we bear.] And again, ver. 55.
In vain you fly from inbred woe,
Care climbs the vessel's painted prow, &c.
From the Hunter, II. 98.
In vain you fly from Care,
Sharp stings the gnawing monster every where: