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Rosanna Rose! Rosanna Bower! _ 
Be your’s sweet Peace’s halcyon reign; 
And never may perverted Power 
Your sun obscure,—-your beauties stain ! 
O'Connor. 
—S SE 
IMITATION OF AN ADMIRED ODE OF 
HORACE. 
Cum tu, Lydia, Telephi, Sc. 
By JAMES HORATIG RUDGE, Esq. 
[RY HEN Lydia chants Telephus’ charms, 
His rosy neck, and waxen arms, 
With madden’d rage I] sigh; 
*Tis then my colour fades away, 
My frigid limbs forget to play, 
I languish, faint and die. 
A dewy sweat within me glides, 
That circles round my humid sides, 
And robs my soul of rest 3 
The dewy sweats too plainly show, 
The flames that now around me glow, 
And torture now my breast. 
T burnto see thy shoulders bare, 
Thy snowy breast-—thy charms appear, 
Deform’d by madd’ning wine ; 
Or some fierce youth there -swim in bliss 
And with his tooth imprint a kiss, 
And leave behinda sign. © 
Believe me, he’ll ever rebel prove, 
His heart from thee will fickle rove, 
So barb’rous was his kiss ; 
Thy lovely mouth he steep‘d in gore 
Where Venus breathed Nectarean lore, 
And placed quintessent bliss. 
More happy they; who close are wed, | 
Who sweet enjoy the nuptial bed, 
And are from envy free ; 
Whom mutual love removes from strife, 
Who calmly pass the hour of life, 
And daily comfort see. 
Lindon, January 26, 1808. 
O Venus, Regina, Gc. 
BY THE SAME. 
Q YENUS { queen of every grace, 
Quit, oh! quit your Cyprian place, 
And hither speed with all your train, 
Nor let these gifts be all in vain: 
"fis Glycira’s temple here appears, 
And all her gifts she hither bears. 
For you the fair would sound the lyre, 
And you with transports would inspire. 
Ob! come, and withthe fervid boy, 
In wantontresses love enjoy ; 
The nymph, and all the youthful band 
With Mercurius here command: 
What love, what rapture can there be, 
if Cupid be not joined with thee? 
London. 
Sas 
TRANSLATION FROM MAUZOTTI. 
DEPARI, my book, through country or 
through town, - 
Though envy will be sure to cry thee down; 
Original Poetry. 
[May I, 
And many a barking foe, to vent his spite, 
Will seek, to tear thee with envenom’d bite. 
Many, who, though they nothing can pro- 
duce 
Of worth themselves, take pleasure in abuse 5 
But who, by carping at another’s claim, © 
Gain nothing for themselves but empty 
fame. 
Do thou, my book, these snarling 
spise, 
And only seek to pleasé the good and wise 5 
For; though of wise and good but few there 
: be, 
Thou cans’t rejoice in such minority. 
Co. Down, Ireland. 
EEE 
DESCRIPTION OF THE TAKING OF NEW 
CARTHAGE BY SCIPIO, AND LELIUS.- 
From Dr. TYTLER’s Ms. TRANSLATION 
OF SILIUS ITALICUS. 
ND. now sev’n times Hyperion’s rising 
light . 
Had chac’d away the darkness of the night 5 
When plainly they more near the city drew 
And greater, as they came, its summit grew, 
When Lzlius, o’er the sea, just atthe time 
The chief* before had bid him reach the 
clime, 
Arriving, to the walls his fleet inclin’d, 
curs dee 
R. 
And close, with this, invests the town be-- 
hind. 
Carthage, by nature’s kind assistance, heaves 
Her walls on high, surrounded by the waves 3. 
A little isle, before the harbour, keeps 
A narrow entrance, and shuts in the deeps 
Upon the side where Titan throws his rays, 
When just emerging from the eastern seas. 
But where it views his ev’ning beams, the 
main 
Fjects his waters on a fenny plain; 
And still the tide, that constant comes and 
goes, 
Now seeks the seas, and now the land o’er- 
flows. 
But where the town stands ona hill sub- 
lime, ‘ 
A front presenting to the northern clime, 
Tt prone from thence into the deep descends, 
And with th’ eternal wave the wall defends. 
Vet the bold host, as walking on a field, 
Their victor-ensigns there in haste impell’d, 
And strive to climb the hills, where Aris 
stands 
As hostile chief 3 he, to the lofty lands, 
Had call’d, t?oppose their arms, auxiliar 
pow'rs, 
And fortify’d the mountain, and the tow’rs. 
‘The nature of the ground against them strove 5 
For pushed by little force of those above, 
Th’ assailants lose their footing, tumble down. 
On ev'ry side, o’er precipices thrown, 
And from their mangled bodies breath’d 
away ’ 
Their souls, as prostrate in the dust they lay. 
* Scipio. 
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