LONDON, Printed by and for J. NICHOLS and SON, where LETTERS are particularly requested to be fent, POST FAID. Beato in ciel nello fplendore eterno, HENRY JAMES Pys, Ejq, the Poet Lauseat, kes had the goodness to honour the foregoing Sognet with the following fairdod and clegant Tray/lation, for which the Author Mr. SASTRES) feels great obligation. WE mourn, but not for thee, illuftrious Chief, To realms of blifs in light eternal bome; NELSON, our hearts are pierced with poignant grief, [mourn. And, reft of thee, thy widowed trophies Trophies fublime, worthy the heavenly hoft. [endowed. With matchlefs courage who thy breaft Deipifing death-thy proudest, desvent [lood. To shed in Britain's caufe thy patrick Roufed by thy thunderbolts tremendous [gatTo the Victer wing'd her wonted Death Degod, and vengeful thook the fatal Reel! peal, To triumph o'er his duft-His fame fhall rife, [Ikies. And thake from pole to pole the echoing E VERSES ON THE GLORIOUS BATTLE OF CHOING from th' Atlantic main Britain's Hero once again Madly urg'd by wild defpair, "On," he cries, "ye gen'rous Bands, > "On to Death, or Victory," Now the deep-mouth'd thunders roar; Vengeance on th' infulting foe! Check, oh check the tide of woe. Now they drive the ftorm amain”Hark! Britannia's warriors cry, Vengeance for a Hero Дain; NELSON, GEORGE, and VICTORY. OXONIENSIS. tread, And pay a tribute to the honor'd dead! When thus a rece immortal-Thine Britain well ever count her Nuses's |