Perhaps by that which waits some new relator; Some amaz'd man, who sees new splendours driven Thick round a Sun of suns, and fears he looks at heaven.49 'Tis easy for vain man, Time's growing child, To dare pronounce on thy material seeming: Heav'n, for its own good ends, is mute and mild To many a wrong of man's presumptuous dreaming. Matter, or mind, of either what knows he? Or how with more than both thine orb divine may be? Art thou a god indeed? or thyself heaven? And do we taste thee here in light and flowers? Art thou the first sweet place, where hearts, made even, Sing tender songs in earth-remembering bowers? Enough, my soul. Enough through thee, O Sun, To learn the sure good song,-Greatest and Best are one. Enough for man to work, to hope, to love, Copying thy zeal untir'd, thy smile unscorn ing: Glad to see gods thick as the stars above, Bright with the God of gods' eternal morning; Round about whom perchance endless they go, Ripening their earths to heavens, as love and wisdom grow. REAPPEARANCE OF ACHILLES ON THE FIELD OF BATTLE AFTER HIS LONG ABSENCE. FROM HOMER. Αυταρ Αχαιοι Θεσπεσίω αλαλητω υφ Έκτορος ανδροφόνοιο Φευγοντες, κ. τ. λ. ILIAD, lib. 18, v. 148. AND now the Greeks, with war-cries full of doom, Flying from underneath the slaughterer Hector, Had reached their ships and the Hellespont; nor yet Had they been able from the press to drag Achilles' friend of friends, the dead Patroclus; For men and horse, and Hector, Priam's son, Followed him up, like the fierce strength of fire. Thrice did great Hector drag him by the feet And as night-watching shepherds in the fields And now he would have dragged him off, and gained Unspeakable praise, had not wind-footed Iris, "Up, thou most overwhelming of mankind, The head on spikes, cut from the gentle neck. : And Iris the wind-footed thus replied: Juno, the glorious bed-fellow of Jove; Nor knows it he, the lofty-throned, nor any one And her again addressed the swift of foot :- They are all armed; and my dear mother bade me Wait, till I saw her with these eyes return With beautiful arms from Vulean; for I know not And he, I trust, crowds with the foremost, wasting And him again wind-footed Iris thus :"We know full well, that others have their arms; But do thou, nevertheless, just as thou art, Go to the trench, and stand there, and be seen; That from the fight the Trojans may hold back, Awe-stricken, and the Greeks have time to breathe." "So saying, the rapid Iris disappeared." Who all day long with dreadful martialness sun Has set, thick lifted fires are visible, Which, rushing upward, make a light in the sky, Upon the trench he stood, without the wall, And when they heard the brazen voice, their minds Upon the dreadful head of the great-minded one, But from the throng the Greeks dragged forth Patroclus Fondly, and bore him off upon his bier; And his old comrades came about him, weeping. PRIAM, IN ANGUISH AT THE LOSS OF HECTOR, AND GETTING READY TO GO AND RANSOM THE BODY, VENTS HIS TEMPER ON HIS SUBJECTS AND CHILDREN. FROM THE SAME. Εῤῥετε, λωβητηρες, ελεγχεις ου νυ και υμιν ILIAD, lib. 24, v. 239. "OFF, with a plague, you scandalous multitude, Convicted knaves, have you not groans enough |