Orpheus, we learn from Ovid and Lempriere,

Led all wild beasts but women by the ear; And had he fiddled at the present hour, We'd seen the lions waltzing in the Tower; And old Amphion, such were minstrels then, Had built St. Paul's without the aid of Wren.

Verse too was justice, and the bards of Greece

669 Did more than constables to keep the peace; Abolish'd cuckoldom with much applause, Call'd county meetings, and enforced the laws,

Cut down crown influence with reforming scythes,

And served the churching tithes;

- without demand

If Satan take the hindmost, who 'd be last? They storm the types, they publish, one and all,

They leap the counter, and they leave the stall.

Provincial maidens, men of high command, Yea, baronets have ink'd the bloody hand! Cash cannot quell them; Pollio play'd this prank

(Then Phoebus first found credit in a bank !),

Not all the living only, but the dead,
Fool on, as fluent as an Orpheus' head; 720
Damn'd all their days, they posthumously

thrive

stale, Twin Doric minstrels, drunk with Doric ale! Hark to those notes, narcotically soft, The cobbler-laureats sing to Capel Lofft! Till, lo! that modern Midas, as he hears, Adds an ell growth to his egregious ears!

ATHENS: CAPUChin Convent, March 17, 1811. SLOW sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun; Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light! O'er the hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws,

Gilds the green wave that trembles as it glows.

On old Egina's rock and Hydra's isle
The god of gladness sheds his parting smile;
O'er his own regions lingering loves to
shine,

Though there his altars are no more divine. Descending fast, the mountain-shadows kiss

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In quest of lawless gain, they issue forth.
And thus -accursed be the day and year!
She sent a Pict to play the felon here.
Yet Caledonia claims some native worth,
As dull Boeotia gave a Pindar birth;
So may her few, the letter'd and the brave,
Bound to no clime and victors of the grave,
Shake off the sordid dust of such a land,
And shine like children of a happier strand;
As once of yore in some obnoxious place,
Ten names (if found) had saved a wretched