XXXVI.

With cairles gefture mynd unmuvit
On raid he north the plain,

His feim in thrang of fiercest stryfe,
Quhen winner ay the fame ;

Nor zit his heart dames dimpelit cheik,
Coud meise faft luve to bruik,
Till vengeful ANN returnd his fcorn,
Then languid grew his luke.

XXXVII.

In thrawis of death, with wallowit cheik
All panting on the plain,
The fainting corps of warriours lay,
Neir to aryfe again!

Neir to return to native land,

Nea mair with blythfom founds,

To boift the glories of the day,
And schaw thair fhyning wounds.
XXXVIII.

On Norways coaft the widowit dame
May wash the rocks with teirs,
May lang luke owre the fchiples seis
Befoir hir mate appeirs.

Ceife, EMMA, ceife to hope in vain,

Thy lord lyis in the clay,

The valzient Scots nae revers thole
To carry lyfe away.

XXXIX.

There on a lie quhair ftands a crofs

Set up for monument,

Thousands full fierce that fummers day

Filld kene waris black intent,

Let Scots, quhyle Scots, praise HARDYKNUTE,
Let NORSE the name ay dreid,

Ay how he faucht, aft how he spaird,
Sal latest ages reid.

XL.

Loud and chill blew the weftlin wind,
Sair beat the heavy showir,
Mirk grew the nicht eir HARDYKNUTE
Wan neir his ftately tower,
His towir that ufd with torches bleife
To fhyne fae far at nicht,
Seimd now as black as mourning weid,
Nae marvel fair he fichd.

XLI.

Thairs nae licht in my lady's bowir
Thairs nae licht in my hall,

Nae blink fhynes round my FAIRLY fair,

Nor ward ftands on my

wall.

Quhat bodes it? ROBERT, THOMAS fay,

Nae anfwer fits their dreid.

Stand back, my fons, I'll be zour gyde,

But by they past with speid.

T

XLII.

As faft I haif fped owre Scotlands faes, There ceift his brag of weir,

Sair schamit to mynd ocht but his dame,
And maiden FAIRLY fair.

Black feir he felt, but quhat to feir
He wift not zit with dreid;

Sair schuke his body, fair his limbs,
And all the warrior fled.

O DE

ON LYRIC POETRY.

BY DR. AKENSIDE.

NCE more I join the Thespian quire,
And tafte th' infpiring fount again :

O parent of the Græcian lyre,

Admit me to thy fecret ftrain

And lo! with ease my step invades
The pathless vale and opening fhades,
Till now I fpy her verdant feat;
And now at large I drink the found,
While these her offspring, lift'ning round,
By turns her melody repeat.

I fee ANACREON fmile and fing:
His filver treffes breathe perfume;
His cheek displays a second spring
Of roses, taught by wine to bloom.
Away, deceitful cares, away!
And let me listen to his lay,

While flow'ry dreams my foul employ;
While turtle-wing'd the laughing hours
Lead hand in hand the feftal pow'rs,
Lead Youth and Love, and harmless Joy.

Broke from the fetters of his native land,
Devoting fhame and vengeance to her lords,
With louder impulfe, and a threat'ning hand,
The Lesbian patriot fmites the founding chords:
Ye wretches, ye perfidious train,

Ye curft of Gods and freeborn men,

Ye murd'rers of the laws,

Tho' now you glory in your luft,

Tho' now you tread the feeble neck in duft, Yettime and righteous JOVE will judge your dreadful caufe.

But lo, to SAPPHO's mournful airs
Defcends the radiant queen of love;
She fmiles, and asks what fonder cares
Her fuppliant's plaintive measures move:
Why is my faithful maid diftreft?

Who, SAPPHO, Wounds thy tender breaft?

ALCEUS of Mitylene, the capital of Lefbos, who fled from his native city to efcape the oppreffion of those who had inflav'd it, and wrote against them in his exile thofe noble invectives which are fo much applauded by the ancient Critics.