A form like this, illustrious souls, of yore

Your own Britannia's sea-girt island wore

Ere Danish lances blush'd with Ella's blood;

Or blue-ey'd-Saxons sail'd on Medway's flood;
Or Dover's towering cliff from high descried
Cæsar's bold barks, which stemm'd a deep untried.

Through fleecy clouds the balmy spring-tidesmil'd; But all its sweets were wasted on a wild ;

In vain mild Autumn shone with mellowing gleam

No bending fruitage blush'd beneath its beam..! Rudely o'erspread with shadowy forests lay

Wide trackless wastes, that never saw the day gav Rich fruitful plains, now waving deep with corn, Frown'd rough and shaggy with the tangled thorn: Through joyless heaths, and valleys dark with woods, Majestic rivers roll'd their useless floods:.

Full oft the hunter check'd his ardent chace,

Dreading the latent bog and green morass:`AK,

a defeat-treatment of captives after a victory.-Religion—the objects which give rise to natural religion.-Druid GroveMagic rites, and human sacrificesBardsDoctrines Transmigration and immortality of the soul, and its effectsCharacteristics of liberty in the savage state of this island—its extinction in the early stages of our monarchy-its revival and influence in the present civilized state of manners, as producing public security, giving rise to public works, and calling forth the powers of the mind.

YE sons of Albion, who with venturous sails I In distant oceans caught Antarctic gales;bed of Dar'd with bold prow the boisterous main explore, { Where never keel had plow'd the wave before hiW Saw stars unnam'd illumine other skies,

Which ne'er had shone on European eyes; baưopł View'd on the coast the wondering savage stand, d I Unclad, and fresh from his Creator's hand; 13-9) While woods and tangling brakes, where wild he ran, ] Bore a rough semblance of primeval man:— heat

A form like this, illustrious souls, of yore

Ere Danish lances blush'd with Ella's blood;
Or blue-ey'd-Saxons sail'd on Medway's flood;
Or Dover's towering cliff from high descried.
Cæsar's bold barks, which stemm'd a deep untried.

Through fleecy clouds the balmy spring-tidesmil'd; But all its sweets were wasted on a wild ;

In vain mild Autumn shone with mellowing gleam
No bending fruitage blush'd beneath its beam.
Rudely o'erspread with shadowy forests lay
Wide trackless wastes, that never saw the day:

Rich fruitful plains, now waving deep with corn,**
Frown'd rough and shaggy with the tangled thorn:
Through joyless heaths, and valleys dark with woods,
Majestic rivers roll'd their useless floods:

Full oft the hunter check'd his ardent chace,
Dreading the latent bog and green morass:

While, like a blasting mildew, wide were spread,
Blue thickening mists in stagnant marshes bred... Į
O'er scenes thus wild adventurous Cæsar stray'd,
And joyless view'd the conquests he had made;
And bless'd Italia's happier plains and skies a
Through purest air where yellow olives riseyib A
From elm to elm where stretching tendrils twine,
Bending with clusters of the purple vine

While, spread o'er sunny hill and verdant wood,
Stray the white flocks, which drink Clitumnus' flood.
Rude as the wilds around his sylvan home. T
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In savage grandeur see the Briton roam idus

Bare were his limbs, and strung with toil and cold,

By untam'd nature cast in giant-mould.

O'er his broad brawny shoulders loosely flung

Shaggy and long his yellow ringlets hung.

His waist an iron-belted falchion bore,ur et „enɛviotari

Massy, and purpled deep with human gore:

His scarr'd and rudely-painted limbs around
Fantastic horror-striking figures frown'd,

Which, monster-like, ev'n to the confines ran
Of nature's work, and left him hardly man.
His knitted brows and rolling eyes impart
A direful image of his ruthless heart ;
Where war and human bloodshed brooding lie,
Like thunders lowering in a gloomy sky. The
But You

you, illustrious Fair Onesa, wont to brave Helvellin's storms, and sport in Darwent's wave, a To your high worth submiss the savage stood, A As Gambia's lions reverence princely blood

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2 mi 1969 9wtea b'rastuu ya a Inesse enim sanctum quid et providum fœminis putant. Tac. de moribus

Απαντες γὰρ τῆς
γὰρ τῆς δεισιδαιμονίας ἀρχηγός

olovras ràs Yuvaïxas. Strabo, lib. vii. What is said

of the ancient German women is applied by Mr. Mason, and our early historians, to our country women of earlier ages. The important offices, which they filled in the government, so unusual in the savage state, fully justify this application.

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