φοβερὴν ὀπίσω πολέμου νεφελὰν κατέχευαν. Μοῦσα δ' ὑμῖν, κλεινοὶ βασιλεῖς ! συμπλέκει καλλίνικον στέφανον, ἀπεδρέψατ ̓ ἐς ἀεὶ, φυλάξαντες γλυκυτάταν ἐλευθερίαν, ἀρετῆς τε συμμαχία καλλίστα πελώριον τελέσαντες ἔργον. Spoken by the Hon. G. J. W. Ellis, of Christ Church. OXFORD, exult!—behold the period come, When conquering Kings adorn this classic dome: Oxford, raise high thy head, and gladly pay The homage due on this thy festal day. Oft hast thou here adjudg'd the Poet's meed To valiant action, and to virtuous deed: Here oft have Warriors gloried in thy praise, And Statesmen here enjoy'd unfading bays. But not since first our Alfred's star appear'd, And thro' the mists its morning splendour rear'd, Has ever yet on Isis' favour'd stream Yon flaming orb diffus'd so bright a beam. For now to thee, great Prince, her vows sincere G Long may'st thou live on peaceful arts to smile, Yes! We have heard, by hostile tumult torn Through all her states, desponding Europe mourn. Yet Hope, sweet seraph, sooth'd her anxious breast, And lull'd her thus to visionary rest. "Lo! where mid northern blasts yon flags unfurl'd "Advance to renovate a prostrate world. "See! how in crowds their dauntless legions frown; "See! how they pour like mountain torrents down. "Hark! where on Gaul's own plains their shouts declare "That God presides, the just avenger there." And was indeed the pleasing vision true? Did Fancy then a real prospect view? Yes! then she saw the kindred eagles soar From vast Siberia's bounds to Biscay's shore. Down, Despot, down: the mighty task is done; When lurid brightness scared the eye of night, How Justice then prepar'd thy deeds to weigh, And Vengeance prophesied of Leipzic's day? And that dread day did come. Throw off the chains From captive Kings: again a Louis reigns. Again to Gaul are golden times restor'd, And willing thousands greet their rightful Lord. Speak, Europe, rescued from the whelming flood, By these, far lands and distant times shall know, Still not to you, Great Chiefs, though high your praise Transcend the Historian's pen, or Poet's lays; Yet not to you alone shall mortals bow In awful love, and pay the grateful vow; But ye yourselves must bow, your praise be given, To him the LORD of Lords, your King in heaven. Spoken by H. Bosanquet, Gent. Com. of Corpus Christi College. COMPOSITIS jam tandem armis dum tota quiescit Europa, et justi agnoscens moderaminis usum, Vos tanti auctores, illustria nomina, doni Grata colit, cingitque æterna tempora lauro; Nos itidem Musarum artes atque otia doctæ Eruta Niliaci pretiosa volumina Bybli Tandem insperatæ donari munere lucis Vidimus, et Sophiæ hæc intra sacraria condi. Otia, subsidiumque tuo de munere jactat. Dum regina viget Brittannia, pacis amorem Dum colit, et Phoebo doctum vacat Isidos agmen, Victoris titulo, et belli potiora tropæis. Spoken by Lord Clifton, of Christ Church. OH, for a son of bright-eyed glory, That sweeping o'er the chorded shell The patriot hero's deathless story. Up to the perfect man ; Spirit of air, obey the spell. Oh, from the realms of day To those that grace her honour'd walls. Her banner bright unfurl'd: |