4. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride: And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. 5. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; 6. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, FROM JOB. 1. A SPIRIT pass'd before me: I beheld Deep sleep came down on every eye save mine→→ 2. "Is man more just than God? Is man more pure "Than he who deems even Seraphs insecure? "Creatures of clay-vain dwellers in the dust! "The moth survives you, and are ye more just? "Things of a day! you wither ere the night, "Heedless and blind to Wisdom's wasted light!" ODE то NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE. "Expende Annibalem :-quot libras in duce summo "Invenies? JUVENAL, Sat. X. "THE Emperor Nepos was acknowledged by the "Senate, by the Italians, and by the Provincials of "Gaul; his moral virtues, and military talents, were "loudly celebrated; and those who derived any pri"vate benefit from his government announced in "prophetic strains the restoration of public felicity. "By this shameful abdication, he protracted his life a few years, in a very ambiguous state, between an "Emperor and an Exile, till Gibbon's Decline and Fall, vol. 6, p. 220. |