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While flow'ry dreams my soul employ;
Broke from the fetters of his native land,
Ye wretches, ye perfidious train,
Ye murd'rers of the laws,
Tho' now you tread the feeble neck in duft, Yettime and righteous Jove willjudge your dreadful cause.
But lo, to sapPho's mournful airs
* ALCÆUS of Mitylene, the capital of Lesbos, who fied from his native city to escape the oppression of those who had inslav'd it, and wrote against them in his exile those noble invectives which are so much applauded by the ancient Critics.
Say, flies he?
Soon he shall pursue: Shuns he thy gifts ? ---- He too shall give: Slights he thy sorrows ? ---- He shall grieve, And bend him to thy haughtiest vow.
But, O MELPOMENE, for whom
While the dim raven beats his weary wings,
To polish Albion's warlike ear
Thy sweetest arts imploy ;