With various battle-wrecks bestrewed,
The shattered helm, the turban soiled,
The faithless lance in the hand it foiled,

The pampered steed that knew not fear,
And his dismounted Cavalier,

I see thee warping with constrained motion,
This horrid freight into the neighbouring ocean.
Five times in Mars' sanguine hand
The fatal scales, impartial, stand,
And the terrific Judge will not decide;
Again, he poises them, again,-O hide

The foul result for ever from my view,

Blasting, O King! to thee, and to my country too!"

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ORIGINAL POEMS.

125

SONNET.

HENCE, Fancy! hence; thine atmosphere remove; Let life appear as life, and man as man;

Let the cold heart no more dissemble love,

And woman's sway would dwindle to a span! Soon would the world's bright pageants melt away, The palace moulder into kindred earth;

And mountains, humbled into humblest clay,

Would mock the cheat which gave their gran

deur birth: