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Precipitate defcend with hideous roar, 
And dath the wild waves o’er the trembling fhore. 
A mountain-billow burft before his view, 
And on the ftrand a haplefs warrior threw. 
Sudden the raging: winds their fury ceafe : 
The ftorm-vex’d waves fubfide, and fink to peace. 
Thro’ fcattering clouds, their fleecy robes in light * 
Array’d, majeftic towers the queen of night: 
Thick-gleaming ftars the vault of heaven adorn, 
Like dew-drops glift’ning to the beam of morn. 
Tho’ foft compaflion in the gentle breaft” _ 
Of Ivar fwell’d, yet fear awhile repreit 
His doubtful fteps ; he faw the ftranger rife, 
And wildly roll around his wond’ring eyes. 
Stately his form; and mingled in his face 
The charms of youth, and manhood’s riper grace 
Vied for pre-éminencet a ponderous fpear 
He held, that not the We wove: could tear 
From his ftrong grafp: his bofom oft he itruck, 
And, upwards gazing, caft to heaven a look, 
In which indignant rage, with grief combin’d, 
Expreft the mix’d emotions of his mind. 
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On his barb’d fteed, that proudly paw’d the ground, 
There, clad in fteel, the ftern Norwegian frown’d, 
‘In loofe array, wide {catter’d o’er the plain, 
Ruth’d Thule’s bands, and Gotia’s archer train. 
Not e’en Laponia’s ftorm-wrapt coaft could fcreen 
Her harmle(s offspring from the deathfal fcene. 
Compell’d by Norway’s gloomy lord they rear 
The targe fur-cin¢tur’d, and the bone-tipp’d {pear. 
By fith, roots, herbs, the gentle race were fed ; 
The funlefs cave their dwelling, earth their bed. 
‘On roaring feas in flight canoes to fail, - 
With well-aim’d darts,to pierce th’ unwieldy whale ; 
Their deftin’d courfe to make the rein-deer know, 
Steer the fmooth fledge o’er tracklefs waites of {now ; 
T’ entrap the wily fox, the bird enfnare ; 
On floating ice furprife the fluggith bear; 
Thefe were their arts alone——unfit to wield 
The arms of heroes in th’ embattled field. 
Their foothing hope that foon thefe toils would ceafe, 
And Genii guide them to the bowers of peace : 
Where, in the Jand of fouls, a blifsful fhore, 
No ruthlefs tyrants fhould moleft them more. 
No tempefts rage, no hail, nor fnow defcend, 
No fearful) lightning glare, nor thunder rend 
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