Vi monologue — Ismael; an oriental tale. With other poems

Two British heroes, of a meaner name, That day shone proudly in the field of Fame; Immortal Thonne, and bold Herculean Shawe, Before whose arms, with fear and wond’ring awe, Proud Gallia shrunk; while gasping on the strand, Nine chieftains fell by Thonne’s destructive hand. D’Avigné fam’d throughout the Gallic race, For warlike honours, and for martial grace, 100 Perceiv’d the victor glorying from afar, And spurr’d his courser to the promis’d war: So the fierce tyger stalks the Lybian plain, Exulting o’er the savage nations slain, While o’er each hill, and dark impervious wood, They strive t’ escape the ravisher of blood: Forth from the forest, gaunt with vengeful ire, With stiffen’d mane, and eyes of living fire, Rushes the lion with indignant glow, And pours his fury on the raging foe. 110