CONTENTS. PAGE life of Dr. Bsattie .... i Ode to Peace . . ~ *' The Triumph of Melancholy .......... 8 Epitaph on *•**• ******* . . . 17 Epitaph, Nov. 1,1757 18 Elegy 19 Song, in imitation of Shakspeare's Blow, blow thou winter's wind, &c gl Retirement . . '. 23 Elegy 2g Ode to Hope 30 Pygmaeo-gerano-machia: The Battle of the Pygmies and Cranes 30 The Hares: A Fable 44 Epitaph—being part of an Inscription for a Monument, to be erected by a Gentleman to the Memory of his Lady . 53 Ode on Lord H»*'s Birth-day 54 To the Right Hon. Lady Charlotte Gordon, dressed in a Tartan Scotch Bonnet, with Plumes, &c 58 The Hermit 59 On the report of a Monument to be erected in Westminster Abbey, to the Memory of a late Author (Churchill) . . 61 The Judgment of Paris 69 The Wolf and Shepherds: A Fable 91 TRANSLATIONS. Anacreon. Ode XXII. . . . .- 97 The beginning of the First Book of Lucretius . . . 98 POEMS, JAMES BEATTIE, D.D. ODE TO PEACE. Peace, heaven-descended maid! whose powerful voice From ancient darkness cah'd the morn, Of jarring elements compos'd the noise; When Chaos from his old dominion torn, With all his bellowing throng, Far, far was hurl'd the void abyss along-; And all the bright angelic choir To loftiest raptures tuned the heavenly lyre, Pour'd in loud symphony th' impetuous strain; And every fiery orb and planet sung, And wide through night's dark desolate domain Rebounding long and deep the lays triumphant rung. Oh whither art thou fled, Saturnian reign! Roll round again, majestic years! To break fell Tyranny's corroding chain, From Woe's wan cheek to wipe the bitter tears, Ye years, again roll round! Hark from afar what loud tumultuous sound, While echoes sweep the winding vales, Swells full along the plains, and loads the gales! Murder deep-rous'd, with the wild whirlwind's haste And roar of tempest, from her cavern springs, Her tangled serpents girds around her waist, Smiles ghastly-stern, and shakes her gore-distilling I. 3. Fierce up the yielding skies II. 1. The bloody banner streaming in the air Seen on yon sky-mix'd mountain's brow, The mingling multitudes, the madding car Pouring impetuous on the plain below, War's dreadful lord proclaim. Bursts out by frequent fits th' expansive flame. Whirl'd in tempestuous eddies flies The surging smoke o'er all the darken'd skies. The cheerful face of Heaven no more is seen, Fades the morn's vivid blush to deadly pale, The bat flits transient o'er the dusky green, Night's shrieking birds along the sullen twilight sail. II. 2. Involv'd in fire-streak'd gloom the car comes on. The mangled steeds grim Terrour guides. His forehead writh'd to a relentless frown, Aloft the angry power of battles rides: Grasp'd in his mighty hand A mace tremendous desolates the land; Thunders the turret down the steep, The mountain shrinks before its wasteful sweep: Chill horrour the dissolving limbs invades; Smit by the blasting lightning of his eyes, A bloated paleness beauty's bloom o'erspreads, Fades every flowery field, and every verdure dies. B2 |