POETRY. 701 



When Maia's genial breezes blow ; 



With richer dyes, and warmer glow, 

 When June appears ; fleets every cloud away, 

 And all creation hails the animating ray. 



Then from Ambition's iron reign, 



The embattled wall, th' ensanguin'd plain, 



The inmates of this favour'd isle 



Look fondly with expectant smile. 

 To tliat blest hour when Britons sing 

 The birth auspicious of a parent King ; 



And as the clouds of winter fly, 



When June illumes the genial sky, 



So may the threat'ning storm that lowers 



O'er wide Europe's trembling powers. 

 Like wintrj' clouds dispersing, fade away, 

 Before the radiant beams that gild this happy day. 



When the proud Persian vainly tried. 



In impotence of rage, to chain the tide, 



Old Ocean mock'd the impious boast. 



And Graecia triumph'd o'er his naval host. 



Such Gallia's vaunt, and such the fate 



That on such empty vaunt shall wait; 



For while she threats, in angry mood. 



From every shore our commerce to exclude, 

 Britannia's arms beyond the Atlantic main 

 Explore new i-egions of her golden reign ; 



And while each isle that studs the western wave. 



Yields to her daring prows and warriors brave, 

 Her barks commercial crowd the azure deep, 

 Her fleets each hostile sail from Ocean's bosom sweep. 



THE STATUE OF THE DYING GLADIATOR. 



(An Oxford Prize Poem, J 



By G. R. Chinnerv. 



Will then no pitying sword its succour lend, 

 The Gladiator's mortal throes to end ; 

 To free th' unconquer'd mind, whose gen'rous pow'p 

 Triumphs o'er nature in her saddest liour ? 



— — Bow'd low, and full of death, his head declines; 

 Yet o'er his brow indignant valour shines, 



