Of homage, flatt'ry, pretty things, Invested thus with blessings three, Power, profit, dignity; Supported by such firm alliance, To fortune's frowns I bid defiance: She cannot spoil me of my crown: When the great man, with confidence elate, "The last minuet on the benefit night is reserved for the favourite lady who either dances best, or fees highest. And, like the ancient king of Babylon, Then, sad reverses at his elbow wait, The gloomy ministers of envious Fate', Which, at her bidding, the vain wretch surround, As sings the bard, in allegoric strain, How joys by grief, how pleasures are by pain “To-day, though gales propitious blow, Then, all around, The thunder's sound Rolls rattling on through Heav'n's profound, So, RAMROD glorying in his crowded ball, And, the sad subject of rebellious strife, Mourn all, but loss entire of throne and life. The term revolution may be considered as a generic one. My uncle (who was a staunch whig of the old school) had a reference in this couplet to that genuine species of it, which England exhibited to the world in the glorious 1688; when the vor populi proved itself to be the vor Dei, by asserting "the rights of man" in a tone that shook the sceptre from the hand of despotism, and scared tyranny from the shores of Britain : When Albion her giant form uprear'd, And with an oath that shook heav'n, earth, and sea, COLERIDGE. For now, the tuneful orchestra on high, OWEN stout, and OWEN strong, Sounds inspiring, loud, and sharp: The double-bass in angry murmurs growls: (Taught by the sage3) with “music of the spheres1:” Whilst the tabor and fife Give to harmony life, › This respectable performer is brother to the celebrated astronomer of the same name. Then listen I To the celestial syrens' harmony That sit upon the nine infolded spheres, Εκ πασων δε οκτω 8των μιαν αρμονιαν συμφωνειν. MILTON. And set female hearts all a-prancing, In posture adoring, Intreat him to let them be dancing. Whilst thus propitious seems the state of things, And raises one wide scene of civil war. |