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“ When all the fury of the fight
With wrath redoubled rag'd ;
115 When all was thunder, smoke, and fire; When from their native rocks the frighted springs retire; 'Twas then, through streams of smoke and blood,
Achates mounts the city-wall : Though wounded, like a god he stood,
120 And at his feet the foes submissive fall.
“ Brave are the Goths, and fierce in fight, Yet these he gave to rout and flight;
Proud when they were of victory, He rushed on like a storm; dispersed and weak they Ay. 125
Thus, from the Grampians old,
A torrent, deep and strong,
Down rushes on the fold,
“ When, through an aged wood,
The thunder roars amain,
Agd ruin marks the plain :
“ When, with their numerous dogs, the swains
Surprise the aged lion's den,
And scorns the rage of dogs and men;
Glows with a victor's pride.
“So the old lion, brave Achates, fought,
Of eighty thousand, stopped their course,
Even he himself could ne'er do more,
Fate had no greater deed in store-
Thus as he spoke, each hoary sire
Fights o'er again his ancient wars;
And triumphs in his future scars;
The foes for mercy cry);
Him with the shouts of victory.
Ode xvi. Book 2. IMITATED".
The weary sailor calls for ease,
"This and the following pieces from BlackLOCK's Collection, (Vol. I. pp. 117–143.) form a series of fifteen poems hitherto unappropriated, but which I have no hesitation to ascribe to Macpherson. His Verses on the Death of Marshal Keith, were inserted evidently by himself, but without his name, at the end of the volume, which was published in October 1760, when he was desirous to conceal the circumstance of his being a poet. For the same reason his unpublished verses were inserted anonymously in the same Collection ; but they are sufficiently authenticated by the recurrence of the same images and expressions in his other productions. In the second volume, published after he had left the country, his name was prefixed without scruple to such pieces of his as were collected from the Scots Magazine.
And not a moon or star to guide.] “Nu star with green trembling beam, no moon looks from the skies.” Six Bards, vol. ii. p. 417.
Or hears the tempest idly rave;
Turn to the noisy camp your eye,
'Tis not the sash, the gown, the robe,
Nor can the dome or lofty wall,
More happy he! whose guiltless mind
Around the bed of state they ily,
And dash the guilty cup of joy.) To authenticate the poem, all that is said upon Care in the preceding or subsequent paragraphs is taken from the description of Care in MACPHERSON's Hunter, II. 92 115.
Unseen, but felt, oft in the halls of state
Thund'ring despair around the statesman's bead.
Who sees his frugal table spread,
Whence all these schemes, this wild uproar,
Go, then; forsake your calm retreat,
In vain you fly from inbred woe:
In vain we fly destructive Care,
Care climbs the vessel's painted prow, &c.
In vain you fly from Care,