1807.] 
She faints, and hardly to her sense restor’d, 
Arraigns of fancied guilt her bésom’s lord, 
‘Trembling at naught, shedreams a treacherous 
flame, 
A rival in an unembodied name ; 
Yet dares to hope mistrustful of her ears, 
Believes, denies, and doubts. between her 
fears ; 
Resolv’d to shelter in the secret place, 
And thus disprove, or witness her diszrace. 
The morning dawn’d, Tseek my wonted sport, 
And-tir’d with hunting tu the glooms resort 5 
Ang stretch’d beseath the venerable shade, 
“<< Come, sweetest Aura, to my breast,” Isaid. 
A stifled breathing on the silence broke, 
Yet ‘ Aura’s” fatal name my lips invoke; 
Again a rustling in the leaves I hear, 
As ifs ome forest-ebeast were browsing near, 
T hurl my javelin, when a mourni ul sigh 
Betray’d my constant Procris to be nigh. ' 
Alarm’d I hasten to my lovely bride ; 
Her wounded bosom pour’d a purple tide 5 
Tiaise her struggling with the dart, and bare 
Her bleeding breast, and wild with my 
despair 
Bind the deep wound, and lave the streaming 
gore, 
And ‘*Oh forgive me, loveliest!” I implore., 
Languid, ere yet she clos’d her dying eyes, 
‘< By ev’ry pledge of marriage (she pees: 
By all the pow’rs, and ev’ry tender tie, 
My former love, and cherish’d memory 5 
Yield not thine Aura, when my sense is 
gone, 
Thy vows estrang’d, which once were. mine 
alone !”” 
She said—the foolish fiction I disprove, — 
And boast a heat no truant to her love. 
But all too late; for paleness shrouds her face, 
And faint she ladeuisid in her. lord’s 
embrace ; 
On me she lov’d her closing eyes ta rest, 
And breath’d her gentle soul into my breast... 
BELUS. 
EES 
FROM THE PHENISS#® OF EURIPIDES 
{There are two passages of the Greek eee. 
dians, one in this Lrama, and ancther on 
the very same subject in the “Bara ‘em 
On€ais of Eschylus, which have alw:ys 
struck me with peculiar force as the most 
lively representations of reality, afforded 
by the ancient models. The idea has been 
adopted by Sheridan, in the popular Play 
of Pizarro, and received the applause it 
deserved. Your reade?y will immediately 
recollect the scene ‘in which a young boy 
mounted on a tree describes to his blind 
father what he sees 
take place at some distance ‘rom the stage. 
The same effect is also p produced by Jlomer, 
in the beautiful scene of Priam and 
Helen, on the walls of Troy. This was 
probably the original which both /@schylus 
and Euripides ha din view. I have endea- 
voured in the following lines to give some 
image of the design, but not an accurate 
Original Poetry. °- 
Se 
of a battle, supposed to, 
571 
translation of the words of the latter poet. 
An old man, the preceptor of the family 
of C&dipus, is standing on a-platform before 
the palace, overlooking the adjacent fields 
and the encampment of the allied powers. 
Antigone descends from her apartment to 
join him, and a Dialogue ensues in irregular 
measure, 7 : . 
ANTIGONE. 
QO" guardian of my early day ! 
Stretch forth thine aged arm to be 
The kind supporter of my way, 
And guide my trembling feet tothee ! 
OLD MAN, 
Take, Virgin, take this faithful arm °tis 
thine. 
Behold, faix maid, a scene that claims thy 
care 5 
In martial pomp-array’d (a threat’ning line) 
Pelasgia’s warriors stand embattled there. 
ANTIGONE,. 
Gods! what a sight; the moving field 
Beams, like a polish’d brazen shield! 
OLD MAN. 
Oh not in vain has Polynices dared 
Invade his native land. He comes prepared. 
Ten thousand horsemen on his march attend, 
Ten thousand glittering spears surround their 
friend. 
ANTIGONE. 
What beams of brass, what iron gate, 
Can save Amphion’s sacred state ? 
OLD MAN. 
Be calm, my child, the city fears no wound. 
Be calm, and safely view th’ embattied 
ground, 
ANTIGONE. 
Whose snow-wnite plume is waving there, 
Far, far, the foremost on the field? 
Who brandishes so high in air 
The blazing terrors of his shield ? 
OLD MAN. 
The chief from fair Mycena: claims his races 
Or Lerna’s woods the ‘error and the grace, 
Far-fam’d Hippomedon. 
ANTIGONE. 
Ah, me! 
What « larkness in his face I see ! 
Dow fierce his air! His form how yast! 
Some earth-born giant was his sire 5 
He owes his birth to deepest Night, 
Unlike the children of the Light 5 
Whom Heavy’n bestows and men desire~we 
And that intoleraple fire 
Flames from his™ eyes, mankind to blast. 
OLD MAN. 
On Dirce’s Springs, my daughter, cast ‘thy 
sight, 
Where stands another chief (and burns fer 
fight), ey WE pe ee EF 
4D2 Tydeus 
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