XV.

Thou Timour! in his captive's cage 5 What thoughts will there be thine, While brooding in thy prisoned rage? But one "The world was mine?" Unless, like he of Babylon,

All sense is with thy sceptre gone,
Life will not long confine

That spirit poured so widely forth

So long obeyed

so little worth!

XVI.

Or like the thief of fire from heaven,
Wilt thou withstand the shock?
And share with him, the unforgiven,
His vulture and his rock!

Foredoomed by God by man accurst, And that last act, though not thy worst, The very Fiend's arch mock; 7

IIe in his fall preserved his pride,

And, if a mortal, had as proudly died!

NOTE S.

Note 1, page 10, line 11.

The rapture of the strife

Certaminis guadia, the expression of Attila in his harangue to his army, previous to the battle of Chalons, given in Cassiodorus.

Note 2, page 11, line 10.

He who of old would rend the oak.

Note 5, page 16, line 1.

Thou Timour! in his captive's cage

The cage of Bajazet, by order of Tamerlane.

Note 6, page 16, line 10.

Or like the thief of fire from heaven Prometheus.

"To lip a wanton, and suppose her chaste."

Shakspeare.

POEM S.