Their bodies, bath'd in purple blood, They bore with them away:
They kifs'd them dead a tho fand times When they were clad in clay.
This news was brought to Edinburgh, Where Scotland's king did reign, That brave earl Douglas fuddenly Was with an arrow flain.
O heavy news! king James did fay; Scotland can witness be,
I have not any captain more
Of fuch account as he.
Like tidings to king Henry came,
Within as fhort a fpace,
That Percy of Northumberland
Was flain in Chevy-Chafe.
Now God be with him, said our king,
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Sith 'twill no better be;
I truft I have within my rea'm
Five hundred as good
This vow full well the king perform'd, After, on Humbledown,
In one day fifty knights were flain, With lords of great renown;
And of the reft, of small account, Did many hundreds die.
Thus ended the hunting of Chevy-Chafe,
Made by the earl Percy.
God fave the king, and blefs the land
In plenty, joy, and peace;
And grant, henceforth, that foul debate
Twixt noblemen may cease.
One fun by day, by night ten thoufand fhine. YouNG- IS paft! the fultry tyrant of the south
Has fpent his fhort-liy'd rage: more grateful f
Move filent on the skies no more repel
[hours The dazzled fight; but, with mild maiden beams. NHẬN Of temper'd light, invite the cherish'd eyes quos déqTI To wander o'er their sphere; where hung aloft
Dian's bright crefcent, like a filver bow
New ftrung in heaven, lifts high its beamy horns, Impatient for the night, and feems to push Her brother down the sky. Fair Venus shines Ev'n in the eye of day; with fweetest beam Propitious fhines, and shakes a trembling flood Offoften'd radiance from her dewy locks. The fhadows spread apace; while meeken'd Eve, Her cheek yet warm with blushes, flow retires Thro' the Hefperian gardens of the west, And fhuts the gates of day. 'Tis now the hour When contemplation, from her funless haunts, The cool damp grotto, or the lonely depth
Of unpierc'd woods, where wrapt in filent fhade She mus'd away the gaudy hours of noon, And fed on thoughts unripen'd by the fun, Moves forward; and with radiant finger points To yon blue concave fwell'd by breath divine, Where, one by one, the living eyes of heaven Awake, quick kindling o'er the face of æther One boundless blaze; ten thousand trembling fires, And dancing luftres, where th' unfteady eye, Reflefs aud dazzled, wanders unconfin'd O'er all this field of glories: fpacious field, And worthy of the master: he whose hand, With hieroglyphics elder than the Nile, Infcrib'd the myftic tablet; hung on high To public gaze, and faid, Adore, O man, The finger of thy God! From what pure wells Of milky light, what foft o'erflowing urn,
Are all these lamps fo fill'd ? these friendly lamps, For ever fireaming o'er the azure deep
To point our path, and light us to our home. How foft they flide along their lucid spheres ! And, filent as the foot of Time, fulfil Their deftin'd courfes :. Nature's felf is hufh'd, And, but a scatter'd leaf, which ruffles thro' The thick-wove foliage, not a found is heard To break the midnight air; tho' the rais'd car, Intenfely lift'ning, drinks in ev'ry breath." How deep the filence, yet how loud the praife! But are they filent all? or is there not
A tongue in ev'ry ffar that talks with man, And wooes him to be wife? nor wooes in vain : This dead of midnight is the noon of thought, And wifdom mounts her zenith with the ftars. At this ftill hour the felf-collected foul Turns inward, and beholds a stranger there Of high defcent, and more than mortal rank; An embryo God; a fpark of fire divine, Which must burn on for ages, when the fun
(Fair tranfitory creature of a day !)
Has clos'd his golden eye, and, wrapt in fhades, Forgets his wonted journey thro' the eaft."
Ye citadels of light, and feats of Gods! Perhaps my future home, from whence the foul Revolving periods paft, may oft look back, With recollected tendernefs, on all
The various bufy fcenes fhe left below, Its deep-laid projects and its ftrange events, As on fome fond and doating tale that footh'd Her infant hours-O be it lawful now
To tread the hallow'd circle of your courts, And with mute wonder and delighted awe Approach your burning confines. Seiz'd in thought, On fancy's wild and roving wing I fail
From the green borders of the peopled earth, And the pale moon, her duteous fair attendant; From folitary Mars; from the vast orb Of Jupiter, whofe huge gigantic bulk
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