Within some whispering osier isle, Where Glym's low banks neglected smile; The wintry torrent's oozy stains: O'er the broad downs, a novel race, The foss that skirts the beacon'd hill. His free-born vigour yet unbroke To lordly man's usurping yoke, The bounding colt forgets to play, Basking beneath the noontide ray, And stretch'd among the daisies pied Of a green dingle's sloping side: While far beneath, where nature spreads Her boundless length of level meads, In loose luxuriance taught to stray, A thousand tumbling rills inlay With silver veins the vale, or pass Redundant through the sparkling grass. Yet, in these presages rude, Midst her pensive solitude, Fancy, with prophetic glance, Sees the teeming months advance; The field, the forest, green and gay, The dappled slope, the tedded hay; Sees the reddening orchard blow, The harvest wave, the vintage flow : Sees June unfold his glossy robe Of thousand hues o'er all the globe : Sees Ceres grasp her crown of corn, And Plenty load her ample horn. Cowper. BOADICEA. From the "Poems" of 1782. WH HEN the British warrior Queen, Sought with an indignant mien, Sage beneath a spreading oak, "Princess! if our aged eyes Weep upon thy matchless wrongs, 'Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. "Rome shall perish,-write that word Perish, hopeless and abhorr'd, "Rome for empire far renown'd Tramples on a thousand States; Soon her pride shall kiss the ground: Hark! the Gaul is at her gates! "Other Romans shall arise, Heedless of a soldier's name ; Sounds, not arms, shall win the prize,Harmony the path to fame. "Then the progeny that springs "Regions Cæsar never knew Such the bard's prophetic words, Of his sweet but awful lyre. |