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Against thee, liberty and Agrippina :
But soft! why do I waste the fruitless hours
ACER. 'Tis time to go, the sun is high advanced, And, ere mid-day, Nero will come to Baiæ.
AGRIP. My thought aches at him; not the basilisk More deadly to the sight, than is to me The cool injurious eye of frozen kindness. I will not meet its poison. Let him feel Before he sees me.
Why, then, stays my sovereign, Where he so soon may
Yes, I will be gone, But not to Antium-all shall be confess'd, Whate'er the frivolous tongue of giddy fame Has spread among the crowd ; things that but
whisper'd Have arch'd the hearer's brow, and riveted His eyes in fearful ecstasy : no matter
What; so't be strange, and dreadful. --Sorceries,
And you, ye manes of ambition's victims,
OTHO. Thus far we're safe. Thanks to the rosy
HYMN TO IGNORANCE.
HAIL, horrors, hail ! ye ever gloomy bowers,
Ye gothic fanes, and antiquated towers, Where rushy Camus' slowly-winding flood Perpetual draws his humid train of mud : Glad I revisit thy neglected reign, Oh take me to thy peaceful shade again. But chiefly thee, whose influence breathed from high Augments the native darkness of the sky; Ah, ignorance ! soft salutary power ! Prostrate with filial reverence I adore. Thrice hath Hyperion roll'd his annual race, Since weeping I forsook thy fond embrace. Oh say, successful dost thou still oppose Thy leaden ægis 'gainst our ancient foes ?
Still stretch, tenacious of thy right divine,
Oh say—she hears me not, but, careless grown,
Oh! sacred age! Oh! times for ever lost ! (The schoolman's glory, and the churchman's boast.) For ever gone -yet still to fancy new, Her rapid wings the transient scene pursue, And bring the buried ages back to view.
High on her car, behold the grandam ride Like old Sesostris with barbaric pride ;
a team of harness'd monarchs bend
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