Last, Man arose, erect in youthful grace. 'That I alone of all the host of heav'n, Should reign Protectress of the godlike youth :' Thus the Almighty spake: he spake and call'd me Truth.” THE POOR MAN'S PLAINT. BUT now domestic cares employ And busy every sense, Nor leave one hour of grief or joy Save what my little babes afford, Nor that my Daphne's charms are flown, 'Tis these inspire content alone; "Tis all I've left of Spring. MASON. I wish not, dear connubial state, That every hour demands. Nor mourn I much my task austere, For oft she sighs and oft she weeps, When orient hills the sun behold, Our labours are begun; And when he streaks the west with gold, WOODHOUSE. THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB. THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold: And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, For the angel of death spread his wings on the blast, And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, LORD BYRON. ODE TO EVENING. If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, Thy springs, and dying gales; O nymph reserv'd, while now the bright-hair'd sun, O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hushed, save where the weak-ey'd bat, His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises 'midst the twilight path, Now teach me, maid compos'd, To breathe some soften'd strain, Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit; As musing slow, I hail For when thy holding-star arising shows And many a Nymph who wreath'd her brows with sedge,' Then let me rove some wild and heathy scene; By thy religious gleams. Or, if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Views wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires; The gradual dusky veil. While Spring shall pour his showers, as oft he wont, |