The towering dome delights; and gardens fair,

Recluse from ladies; what avails hin then And fruitful fields, with silvan honours crown’d,

The love of women? or the many balls Stretch'd out in wide extent; the gay machine He made to please the fair? There must he lie Dar to the female race, the gilded coach,

Remediless, it not by pity won With liveried servants in retinue long,

Fair Cytherea, sep-begotten dame, Arlorn'd with splendent robes, the pompous train By spousal gifts from souty Vulcan earn Of pageantry and pride. His neighbour sits Fallacious key; as erst, by love o'ercome, Immur'd at home, a miser dire! nor dares

He forg'd celestial arins, to grace her son To touch bis store, through dread of fancied want: Anchises-bord; and in the borrow'd form Industrious of gain, he treasures up

Of longing widow, or of maiden aunt, Large heaps of wealth, to bless a spendthrift beir (While sly Cyllenius, with opiate charm That wastes in riot, luxury, and mis-rule,

Of Ceres, the still-watching Argus' eyes The purchase of bis want; nought shall he reck Of ke per drench in sleep profound), release His father's pine, when lavish he ordains

The captive knight from the enchanted dome. 'The feast in pillar'd ball, or sunny bow'r,

Thus others choose: their choice affects not me; With lust-intiaming wine, and wicked mirth For each his own delight, with secret force Prolong'd to morning hour, and guilty deed. Magnetic, as with links of love, constrains. Others again, the woods of Astery

Behoves nie then to say what bias rules Lore to inhabit, or where down the mount My inclinations, since desire of faine Sky-climbing Parnass', her sweet-sounding wave

Provokes me not to win renown in arms, Castalia pours, with potent virtues bless'd ; Nor at Pieria's silver spring to slake Powerful to charm the ear of furious wrath,

Th'insatiate thirst, to write on the coy nymph To close the eye of anguish, or to strike

Love-labour'd sounet; nor in well-tress'd beau The lifted dagger from despairing breast.

To please the lovely sex. For ine at Keith's Such Addison; and such, with laurel crown'),

Awaits a bowl, capacious for my cares; Immortal Congreve; such the Muses' grace,

There will I drown them all, no daring thought Mæonian Pope: nor do the Nine refuse

Shall interrupt my inirth, while there I sit To rank with these, Fergusian nightingale,

Surrounded with my friends; and envy not Untaught with wood-notes wild, sweet Allan hight; The pomp of needless grandeur, insolent. Whether on the flow'r-blushing bank of Tweed,

Nor shall alone the bowl of punch delight, Or Clyde, or Tay's smooth-winding stream, his Compounded Auid! rich with juicy spoil Choose to reside; or o'er the snowy bills [Muse of fair Iberia's sunny coast, combin'd Benlomon, or proud Mormount, ali the day,

With the auxiliar aid of rack or rum, Clad in tartana, varied garb, she ruves,

Barbade, or Suinatra, or Goan-born;
To hear of kings' and heroes' godlike deeds: The luscious spirit of the cine, that in
Or, if delighted on the knee she lies

Fermenting cups with native elemnt
Of lovely nymph, as happy lap-dog grac'd ; Of water mixt, pure limpid stream: Guin
Intent to soothe the Scotish damsel's ear,

Their social swets. For us, her ruddy ynul Cochrane or Harnilton ; with pleasing song

The Latian grape shall bleed; nor will thy hills, Of him who sad beneath the wither'd branch l'ar-flowing Rhine, withhold their clustering vines, Sat of Traquair, complaining of his lass ;

Haste then! to friendship sacred let us pour Or the fond maid, that o'er the wat’ry brink 'Th'exhilarating flood, while, as our hands Wept sleepless night and day; still wafting o'er In union knit, we plight our mutual hearts Her fying love, from Aberdour's fair coast. Close as the loving pair, whom holy writ Others again, by party rage inflam’d,

Renowns to future tim s, great Jonathan, Blindfolded zeal, and superstition dire,

And Jesse's son: now this delights my soul. Offspring of ignorance, and cloister-born,

There was a time we would not have refusd With unlistinguish'd violence, assault

Macdougal's lowly roof, the land of ale; Both good and bad.

Flowing with ale, as erst in Canaan said There is, who studious of his shape and mien To low with honey: there we often inet, On dress aline employs bis care to please, And quati'd away our spleeli, while fits of mirth Aspiring with his outward show ; who, vain Frequent were heard: nor wanted amorous song, Of Naxen hair perfamil, and Indian cane, Nor joưund dance; loud as in Eden town, Einbroider'd vest, and stockinys silver-clock'd, Where the tir'd writer pens the live!on: day, Walks through th' adıniring train of ladies bright; Summons and horning, or the spousal band Sole on himself intent; best liken'd to

Of Strephon, and of Chloe, lovely lass ! The painted insect, that in summer's heat Spent with his toil when thirsty twilight falls, Flutters the gardens round, with glossy wing, He hies him glad ome to the well-known place, Distinet with eyes; him oft the tender Miss, Bull.cellar, or () Jobnston's tbine! where fond Escap'd from sainpler and the boarding-school, Of drink, and knowledge, erst pbilosophers Pursues with weary foot, from flow'r to flow'r, Hare inet; or Couts's dark Cimmerian cell, Tulip, or lily bright, or ruby'd rose;

Full many a fathom deep: from far he hears And often in the hollow of her hand

The social clamour through the dome re-ound; Retains him captive, sweet imprisonment! He speeds amain to join the jovial throng. But, ah! how vain the joys the beau can boast; So we delighted once: the bowl meanwhile Awhile he shines in tavern, visit, (ance,

Walk'd ceaseless siill the round, to so'ne fair name Yurival'd, clad in rich refulgent garb

Devoted ; thine, Maria, toa ted chief, Lac'd or brocaded; till the inerchant bold, Duty obsequious! and thy looks benign With messenger copspising, mortal dire!

Miss'ıl not their due regard: Dundassea fair Oi merciless heart, throw him in dungeon deep Claim'd next the kindred lay; nor didst thou pass,

Constance, uncelebraturi or unsung.

With sculptur'd gold rosy from Chios' isle,
Hail, sacred three! hail, sister minds! may Hear'n Should warm our hearts sacred to Pringle's cheek
Pour down uncommon blessings on your heads. Still glowing, and to sweet ilmeia's lip,

Thus did our younger years in pleasing stream To Drummond's eye, Maria's snowy breast
Fiow inoffensive; friendship grac'd our days, Soft-heaving, or to lovely Erskine's smile;
And dream of losing mistress bless'd our night. While on the wounded glass the diamond's path
Now, from these joys convey'd, (so fate ordains) Faithful, shall show each favourite virgin's name;
Thou wander'st into foreign realms, from this Not without verse and various emblem grac'd.
Far, far sejoin'd; no more with us to drain The Latian youth at merry reveis met,
The ample bowl; or, when in Heav'nı sublime In faney shall aduire the Scotish maid
The monthly Virgin from full gather'd globe Brigbt as the ruddy virgin Roman-born;
Pours dos n her amber streams of light, tiil wide Nor with their native dames refuse to join
The ether flame, with choral symphony

Impartial, their health belov'd: and wonld
Of voice, attemper'd to sweet hautboy's breath, The Nine inspire me equal to my choice,
Mixt with the violin's silver sound, below

In lays such as the Roman swan might sing, The window of some maid belov'd, shall ply Fair as Horatian Lydia should my Hume The nightly serenade.—To other joys

For ever fourish, or Næera bright, 'Thou now must turn, when on the pleasing shore Of soft Tibullus' Muse the lovely theme. Of mild Hesperia, thon bebold'st amaz'd

Nor should alone in melancholy strains, The venerable urns of ancient chiefs,

Of cruel nymph, and constant vows refus'd, Who stern in arms, and resolute to dare

Galles compinin, when on the flinty rock, In freedom's cause, have died, or glorious liv'd : Or wailing near earth-diving Arethuse, Camillus; Brutus, great from tyrant's blood; Sicilian stream, he made to woods his moan, Coriolanus, famous in exile;

Despairing of his lores: Maria's scorn, Laurel'd Zainean Scipio, the scourge

Cloth'd in the style of Mantua, shonid shine Of Punic race; or liberty's last hope,

As thine, Lycoris! theme of future song Self-murder'd Cato; consecrate to fame

Surviving as itself. Maria's scorn They live for ever in the hcarts of men,

For ever I endure : ah! bard return Far better monument, than costly tomb

To warmth like mine: nathless the mourning Muse Of Egypt's kings. Time, with destructive hand, Must praise the maid still beauteous in her eye, Shall moulder into dust the pil'd-up stone, Crown'd with each lovely grace, and warm in With all its praises ; ah! how rain is fame! Though, sullen to my suit, her ear be shut [bloom; With virtue then immortalize thy life.

Against my vows, ungracious to my lore. But these, so potent Nature's will decrees, But this as time directs; thy health demands Delight not me, on other thoughts intent; The present care, and joys within our pow'r; Not studious at midnight lamp to pure

Nor shall we not be mindful of thy love, The medal, learned coin! where laurel wreathes Met in our festivals of mirth: but when The sacred head of kings, or beauty bright

Thou to thy native Albion shalt return, Of kings sweet paramour, the letter'd sage From whate'er coast, or Russia's northern bear, Or prudent senator, by eating time

Inclement sky! or Italy the blest Defac'd injurious; the faithless trust

Indulgent land, the Muses' best belor'd; Of human greatness! Nor do I incline

Over a wondrous bowl of flowing punch To pass the Prith that parts from Gallia's reign We'll plight our hands anew, at Don's, or Steel's My native coast, solicitous to know

Who bears the double keys, of plenty sign; What other lands impart: all my delights

Or at facetious Thom's, or Adamson, Are with my friends in merry hour, at Steel's Who rears alone (what needs she more ?) the vine, Assembled, while unrespited the glass

Emblem of potent joys; herself, with lowks Swift circles round the board, charg’d with fair Suasive to drink, fills up the brimming glass, Erskine, or, Pringle, thive; until the Sun (name, Well-pleas'd to see the sprightly healths go round. That, setting, warn'd us to the friendly cups, Hail, and farewell! may Heav'n defend thee safe; Awake, and view our revels uncomplete.

And to thy natal shore and longing friends But if the Heavens, disposer of our fate,

Restore thee, when thy destin'd toils are o'er, Force me, unwilling, shift my native land;

Polish'd with manners, and enrich'd with arts.
0! in whaterer soil my weary feet
Are doom'd to stray, O) might I meet my friend !
Or if the rising Sun shall gild my steps
On fruitful fields of Ind, Bengala's shore,

THE RIIONE AND THE ARAR.
Spire-bearing Tidor's isle, or where at eve,
Near restern Califurn, beneath the main

Two rivers in fam'd Gallia's bounds are knowo,
He sinks in gold; or on vine-fostering hills The gentle Arar and the rapid Rhone; (dream.
Of nearer Latium, nurse of kings and gods. Through pleasing banks, where love-sick shepberu
O! might I view thce on the powery verge Mild Arar softly steals her lingering stream:
Of Tyber, stream renown'd in poets' scng; Her wave so still, th' exploring eye deceives,
Or in the Roman streets, with curious eye That sees not if it comes, or if it leaves :
Studying the polish'd stove, or trophied arch With silver graces ever diinpled o'er,
Trajan, or Antonine; not long content

Rellects each flower, and smiles on every shore; With toil unprofitable. Thee I'd lead

Each youth with joy th'enchanting scene sufreys Well pleas’d to Horace' tomb, dear laughing bard! And thinks for him the amorous strean delays; Where the Falernian vintage should inspire While the sly nymph above unseen to flow, Sweet thoughts of past delight; the goblit rough To ber own purpose true, steals calm below.

More rapid rolls the Rhone, tumultuous food, On vulgar mortals with indifference gaz'd, All raging unwithheld, and unwithstood;

All unconcern'd, nor angry, nor amaz'd: In vain or fertile fields invite its stay,

But when the Caledonian lad appear’d, In vain or roughest rocks oppose its way;

Sudden alarm’d, his manly mane he reard, It bounds o'er all, and, insolent of force,

Prepar'd in fierce encounter to engage
Still hurries headlong on a downward course, The only object worthy of his rage.
Sometimes, 'tis true, we snatch, with painful sight,
Across the working foam a moment's light;
'The momentary vision snatch'd again,

MISS AND THE BUTTERFLY,
The troubled river boils and froths amain.
To which of these, alas! shall I conside?

A FABLE.
Say, shall I plunge in Rhone's impetuous tide,
And by the various eddies rollid about,

IN THE MANNER OF THE LATE MR. GAY.
Just as the whirlpools guide, suck'd in, cast out!
Till, through a thousand giddy circles tost,

A TENDER Miss, whom mother's care In the broad ocean's boundless floods I'm lost? Bred up in wholesome country air, Or, tell me, friends-less venturous, shall I lave

Far from the follies of the town, My glowing limbs in Arar's gentle wave?

Alike untaught to smile or frown?; In whose fair bosom beauteous prospects rise,

Her ear unus'd to flattery's praise, The earth in verdure, and in smiles the skies:

Unkuown in woman's wicked ways:
With thoughtless rapture every charm explore,

Her tongue from modish tattle free,
Heav'd by no breeze, or wafted to no shore: Undipp'd in scandal and bohea;
Till trusting credulous to the false serene,

Her genuine form and native grace
I sink to ruin in the pleasing scene.

Were strangers to a looking-glass:
Nor cards she dealt, nor Airted fan,

And valued not quadrille or man;
THE PARODY:

But simple liv’d, just as you know

Miss Chloe did-some weeks ago.
BY MR. W******.

As now the pretty innocent

Walk'd forth to taste the early scent, Two toasts at every public place are seen, She tripp'd about the murmuring stream, God-like Elizabeth, and gentle Jean:

That oft had lulld her thoughtless dreain. Mild Jeany smiles at every word you say, The morning sweet, the air serene, Seems pleas'd herself, and sends you pleas'd away. A thousand flowers adorn'd the scene; Her face so wondrous fair, so sost her hands,

The birds rejoicing round appear We're tempted oft to think she understands:

To choose their consorts for the year; Each fop with joy the kind endeavour sees,

Her heart was light, and full of play, And thinks for him the anxious care to please:

And, like hersell, all nature gay. But the sly nymph bas motives of her own,

On such a day, as sages sing, Her lips are open'd, and her teeth are shown.

A Butterfly was on the wing; Bess blunders out with every thing aloud,

Froin bank to bank, from bloom to bloom, And rattles unwithheld and unwithstood:

He stretch'd the gold-bespangled plume: In vain the sighing swain implores a truce,

Now shims along, and now alights, Nor can his wit one moment's pause produce;

As smell allures, or grace invites; She bounds o'er all, and conscious of her force,

Now the violet's freshness sips; Still pours along the torrent of discourse.

Now kiss'd the rose's scarlet lips; Sometimes, 'tis true, just as her breath she draws,

Becomes anon the daisy's guest; With watchful eye we catch one moment's pause: Then press'd the lily's snowy breast; But when that instantaneous moment's o'er,

Nor long to one rouchsafes a stay, She rattles on incessant as before.

But just salutes, and flies away. To which of these two wonders of the town,

The virgin saw, with rapture fir'd; Say, shall I trust to spend an afternoon?

She saw, and what she saw desir'd, If Betty's drawing-room should be my choice, The shining wings, and starry eyes, Intoxicate with wit, struck down with noise,

And burns to seize the living prize: Pleas'd, and displeas'd, I quit the Bedlamn scene,

Her beating breast and glowing face Au joyful hail my peace of mind again:

Betray her native love of dress, Put if to gentle Jeany's I repair,

And all the woman full exprest Regal'd on syllabub, and fed on air,

First Autters in her little breast: With studied rapture yawning I commend,

Ensnard by empty outward show, Mov'd by no cause, directed to no end,

She swift pursues the insect-bean; 'Till hali asleep, though tlatter'd, not content,

O'er gay parterres she runs in haste, I come away as joyless as I went.

Nor heeds the garden's flowery waste.

Long as the Sun, with genial pow's

Increasing, warm'd the sultry hour,
EPIGRAM

The nymph o'er erery border flew,

And kept the shining game in view: ON A LION ENRAGED AT SEEING A LAD IN TIIE

Dut when, soft breathing through the trees, HIGHLAND DRESS.

With coolness came the erening-breeze; Calm and serene th’imperial lion lay

As hovering o'er the tulip's pride Mildly indulging in the solar ray,

He hung with wing diversitied,

ACT I.

Caught in the hollow of her hand,

ON AN CBOLISK IN MY GARDEN, She held the captive at command. Fluttering in vain to be releas'd,

View all around, the works of Power Divine, He thus the gentle nymph address'd:

Inquire, explore, admire, extol, resign; “ Loose, generous virgin, loose my chain;

This is the whole of human kind below,
From me what glory canst thou gain?

'Tis only giv'n beyond the grave to knott.
A vain, unquiet, glittering thing,
My only boast a gorgeous wing;
From flower to flower Lidly stray,

OV A DOG.
The trifler of a summer's day:
'Then let me not in vain implore,

Calm though not mean, courageous without rige, But leave me free again to soar."

Serious not dull, and without thinking sage; His words the little charmer mov’d;

Pleas'd at the lot that Nature has assign'd, She the poor trembler's suit approv'd.

Snarl as I list, and freely bark my mind; His gaudy wings he then extends,

As churchman wrangle not with jarring spite, And Butters on her fingers' ends;

Nor statesman-like caressing whoin I bite; From thence he spoke, as you shall hear,

View all the canine kinct with equal eyes, Iu strains well worth a woman's ear:-

I dread no mastiff, and no cur despise: “When now thy young and tender age

True from the first, and fajihful to the end!, Is pure, and heilless to engage:

I balk no mistress, and forsake no friend. When in thy free and open mien

My days and nights one equal tenour keep, No self-important air is seen;

Fast but to eat, and only take to sleep: Unknouing all, to all unknown,

Thus straling along life I live incog,
Thou livist, or prais'l or blam'd by none.

A very plain and downright honest dog,
But when, unfolding by degrees
The woman's fond desire to please,
Studious to heave the artriul sigh,
Mistress of the tongue and eye,

MITURIDATES.
Thou sett’st thy litile charms to show,
And sport'st familiar with the beau;

SCENE I
Forsaking then the simple plain,

After the manner of the French dramatic rhyme To mingle with the courtly train,

of Racine.
Thou in the midnight ball shalt see
Things apparell'd just like me;

XIPHARES. ARBITES.
Who round and round, without design,
Tiosell'd in empty lustre shine:

Xip. 'Tis true, Arbates, what all tongues relate, As dancing through the spacious dome,

Rome triumphs, and my father yields to fate: From fair to fair the friskers roam,

Ile whose wide empire stretchi'd from shore to If charmd with the embroider'd pride,

The mighty Mithridates, is no more. (shore, The vietim of a gay outside,

Pompey, wide-scattering terrour and affright, From place to plare, as me just now,

Surpriz'd his prudence in the shades of night; The glittering gewgaw you pursue,

Through all his camp a sudden ruin spread, What mighty prize shall crown thy pains?

And heap' it round with mountains of the dead: A buttertly is all thy gains!"

On broad Euphrates' barik the monarch lies-
His diadem is fall’n the victor's prize.
Thus he whom Asia forty years beheld
Still rising nobler from each well-fought field,

Who boid aveng'd, high-rais'd on valour's wings, ON A SUMMER-HOUSE IN MY OWN

The common cause of eippire and of kings, GARDEN,

Dies, and behind hinn leaves, by fortune crost,

Two sons, alas! in mutual discords lost.
Whust round my head the zephyrs gently play,
To calm rellection I resign the day;

Arb. How, prince! So soon does fell ambition

To break the union of fraternal love? (more From all the servitudes of life releast,

Xip. Far, far such guilt be from Xipharcs' breast, I bid mild Friendship to the sober feast,

Far such ambition, which the good detest; Nor Beauty banish from the hallow'd ground,

Nor glory abines so tempting in my eye, She enters here to solace, not to wound;

Nor rate I empire at a price su high; All else excluded from the sacred spot,

True to the kindred honours of my name, One half detested, and one half forgot:

I recognize a brother's juster claim; All the mad human tumult, what to me?

Nor further does my bigbest wish aspire,
Here, chaste Calliope, I live with thee.

Than those fair kingdoms left me by my sire;
The rest without regret, I see become
His valour's purchase, or the gift of Rome.

Arb. The gift of Rome, say'st? Can Puaraces
ON A DIAL IN MY GARDEN.

Can Mithridates' son?.

[owe Xip.

Arbates, know, ONCE at a potent leader's voice it stay'd,

In vain Pharnaces veils himself in art, Once it went back when a good monarch pray'd: Long since become all Roman at the heart; Mortals, howe'er ve grieve, bowe'er deplore, Lost to his father's glories, and his own, The flying shadow shall return no more.

He longs to mount a tributary throne:

Whilet I, more desperate from my father's fate, Hither I flew, some mischief to prevent,
Nourish within my breast immortal hate.

With all the speed presaging passion lent:
But yet, not all the raye that hatred breeds, Nor less iny fears sinister omens drew,
Not al the jealousies ainbition feeds,

When in thise walls Pharmaces struck my view, Not all the glories Pontus' realms can boast,

Phamaces! still impetucus, haughty, bold, Not these divide our wretchel bosoms most. Raslı in design, in action uncontrold,

Arb. What nearer care Xiphares' fear alarms? Solicits the fair queen, again renews
Xip. Then hear astonish’d, friend ; Monimia's His interrupted hopes, and former vows,
charms,

Confirms his father's death, and longs to move
Whom late our father honour'd with his vows, ller gentle bosom to more equal love.
And now Pharnaces with bold zeal pursues. I own indeed, whilst Mithridat:-s reign’d,
Arb. Monimia!

My love was by parental law restrain’d,
Xip.

I love, nor longer will conceal Rever'd subinissive his superior pow's,
A laine which truth and honour bid reveal: Who claim'd my duty from my natal hour;
Nor unty further binds my tongue, since here Enfranchis'd by bis death, it scorus to yield
I now no rival, but a brother fear:

To any other's hopes so dear a field.
Nor is this name the passion of a day,

Either Movinia adverse to my claim, A sudilen blaze that hastens to decay;

Rejects, ahi, Heav'n forbid! my tender claims Long in my breast I pent the rising grean,

Or--'ut whatever danger's to be run, Told it in secret to my heart alone :

Tis by my death alone the prize is won. O could I, faithful to its rage, express

'Tis thine to choose, which of the two to save, Its first uneasiness, my last distress!

Thy royal master's son, or Pompey's slave. But lose not now the moments to disclose

Proud of the Romans who espouse his cause, The long, long story of my ainorous woes.- Pharnaces proudly thinks to dictate laws; Suffice it thee to know, that ere my sire

But let him know, that here, that very hour, Beheld this beauteous ohject of desire,

My father died, I knew no rival pow'r. I saw and felt the charmer in my heart,

The realms of Puntus own his sovereign sway, And holy passing dignified the dart.

Him Colchus and its provinces obey, My father saw her too; nor sought to move And Colchus' princes ever did maintain With vows that she and virtue could approve; The Bosphorus a part of their donnain. [claim, Hlaughty of sovereign rule, he hop'd to find

Arb. My lord, what pow'r I boast you justly An easy conquest o'er a woman's mind:

My duty and affection are the same; But when he found, in honour resolute,

Arbates has but one plain puint in view, Sbe scorn'd indignant his imperious suit,

To honour and his royal master true: 'Twas then he sent in Hymen's sacred name Had Mithridates riign'd, nor force nor art His diadem, the pledge of purer Name.

Had c'er seduc'd this faithful loyal heart; Judge then, my friend, what agonizing smart Now by his death releas'd, my duteous care, Tore up my senses, and transtix'd my heart, His royal will declar'd, awaits his heir: When tirst from fame the dreadful tale I beard, The self-same zeal I to your succour bring, The fair Monimia to his throne preferr'd; With which I serv'd your father, and my king. And that Arbates with his beauteous prey

Had Heav'n Pharnaces' impious purpose sped, Shap'd for Nymphea's walls the destin'd way. I the first victim of lis rage had bled; 'Twas then, the more to aggravate my doom, Those walls, so long his entrance'which withstood, My mother listen d to the arts of Rome:

Ere this had reddou'd with my odious blood, Whether by her great ze al for me misled,

Go, to the blooming queen your suit approve, Or stung with rage for her deserted bed,

And mould her gentle bosom to your love:
Betray'd to Pompey (impotent of mind)

Affiancd in my faith, dismiss your fear;
The fort and treasures to her charge consign'd. Either Arbates has no credit here,
How dreadful did my mother's guilt appear!

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Or else Pharnaces, by my arts o'ercome, Soon as the fatal tidings reach'd my ear,

Elsewhere shall boast bim of the aids of Rome, No more I saw my rival in my sire, My duty triumph'd o'er my fond desire; Alone in the unhappy man survey'd The father injur'd, and the king betray’d:

SPEECHI OF RANDOLPH.
My mother saw me, prodigal of breath,

A FRAGMENT OF BRUCE, BOOK II.
In every de H encounter every death;
Keen to redeem the honours of iny name,

“ Demand'st thou, mighty Bruce, to know from Repair her wrongs, and disavow her shame. My lineage I derive; then hear a tale (whence Then the broad Euxine own'd my father's sway, Well known through fair Stirlina's fruitful bounds, I made the raging Hellespont obey;

My native land; of ancient Scotish kings, His happy vessels flew without control,

Thy royal ancestry, O Bruce! am I Wherever winds could waft, or oceans roll. Undoubted offspring; and, forgive the boast, My filial duty had attempted more,

From the same fount my blood united flows, Ev'n hop'd his rescue on Euphrates' shore;

Allied to thine. As yet Cameldoun's walls Sudden I beard, amid the martial strife,

By Forth, delightful stream! encircled stood A hostile arm had cut his thread of life.

The seat of Edenuther, Pictish king; 'Twas then, I own, amid my various woes, To whose destruction, eager to revenge Monimia dear to my remembrance rose:

The breach of faith and hospitable laws I fear'd the furious king, the dire excess

Insuited, his embattled lost Of amorous raye, and jealous tenderness: Fierce Corbred led; fur from Dunstaffnage towers,