The Sun.
London, England, 1817-06-02 00:00:00

13.E\IET.

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Siiillingeri-ilg•hn the heantia, :[!1";
beauties, of the fourth book of this great Poem, we
.shailmow prodUCe another extract (ruin it in each
of the Translations, Which hlve been the tubjects
of our late remarks i and we doribt not that our
Redders thaulk for presenting them it
piece., of such spirited and high poetry. Our cita-
tion fro.h DI;4s•DEN will be of the very best rts-
lige in his whole work ; and if he could press
upon tits competitor in any part of his course-,' it
would" urinestionably he in this. In no other
pas&age can we discover any siwilAr Approach to
equality ; and in this, ne are egregiously mis-
taken it the reader trill not rather assign the palm
to the Poet of the present day. To shorten the
quotation, we shall omit the preceding tines of the
paragraph, and begin immediately with the hn-
passioned speech of the deserted Queen, when'she
saw in the morning the sails of her flying lover
in distant view, and just glimmering in the to-

rano :
" And shall the ungrateful traitor go; she said,
My land forsaken, and my. love fietray'd ?
Shall we not aruf,—;=nutruili (rain every street
To fullow, sink, and burn his perjured fleet?
Haste! haul my galliee out ! pursue the foe!
Bring flanking brands : set sail; and swiftly, row !
What have I said? Where am l ? Fury turns
My brain; and my distemper'd bosom burns.
Then, when I gave my person and my throne,
This bate, this rage hod been more timely shown.
See now the promised faith ; the vaunted name ; • •
The pious man, who, rushing through the flame,
Preserved his gods ; and, to the Phrygian shore,
The !furthest of his feeble father bore !
I should have torn him piecemeal ; stew'd in floods
His seatter'd limbs, or left cspoid in woorts ;
Destroy'd his friends and son ; and, from the fire,
Have set the reeking buy before his sire.
Events are dmihtful which on battle wait .
Yet where's the deinbt to soul, stream of fate?
• My Tyrians, at their injured Queen's command,
Had toss'd their fires amid the Trojan band :
At Once estinguish'd all the faithless name ;
And I myself, in vengeance of my shame,
Had fallen upon the pile to mend the funeral flame.
Thou, Sun ! who views't at once the world below;
Thull JUNO! guardian of the nuptial vow : •
Thou HeeaTE! hearken from thy dark abodes:
Ye Furies! Fiends ! atm violated Gods!
All Powers'. ihinked with Dion'si dying breath,
Attend lier curses and avenge her death
If so the Fates ordain, artil 3ovr; commands,
The ungtateful.eireteh should find the Labatt lands,
Yet let a raceuntaitted and haughty foe's,
• His peaceful kntrante crisis dire arts oppose.
Oppres,id with numbers in the unequal field;
His men tiiscoutaged, and himself expell'd;
1;0 him fat sheet:Jur sue frTo place in place,
Torn horn his subject's and his son's pnbrace.
First let hint see his friends in bittils slain;
~;fad their untimely pte tam at ors vain
And, when at length the cruel war shall cease,
On hard conditions easy be buy Isis peace.
Is:nr let him then enjoy Supreme command;
But fall untimely by some hostile-hand;
And lie unburied on the barren sand.
These are my prayers; and this my dying will:
And yon. my Tyrians! Every curse folfil !
Perpetual hate and mortal wars pi oclahn
Agaiast the Prinee, the people, and the name.
Then grateful offerings on my grave bestow .
Misr Ire:Ote nor love the hostile nations know;
Now, and from hence in every future age,
When rage excites your arms and strength supplies loaf
rage.
Rise some avenger of our Lybian blood !
With fire and sword pursue the puijor4ll, brood
Our urns*, our seas, our shores opposed to theirs;
And the.saine hate descend en all our heirsl"
Davoi;:c.

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Thonghthe intelligent lieader will perceive the
objections which maybe made to the places,in this
extract that are printed in Italics, the first of them
being an impropir addition of the TrantilatOr's iei
accoatmodation to his rhyme the second, an tin.
necessaty and languid line I and the last, a wrong
word conveying a falie sense : yet ha will
knowledge that the whole citation is a highly ani.
mated and vigorous piece of poetry, which can
hardly be matched in any,of our poetic pages.
When he has properly weighed and ascertained its
value, let him regard the fellowirg passage with
the same Careful impartiality, and then let hint
pronounce on the relative excellence of each of
the rival 'Translations
" Great God! and shall he?—shall this stranger bravts
My battled power, and safely ride the was. ?
Bush not my troops?...pours not my town its swarms
To launch ray navy and pursue with arms ?.
Haste! scatter fires! spread all your sails, and row,
To hear my vengeance headlong on the foe
What do I say ? Where ant I ?_ In my brain
Distraction. wanders, and the Furies reign.
This had been well, when yet thms eou'st command
Ere, fool ! thou gayest the sceptre froml:dthy hand.
Behold hiA faith, who hope his aged Sire!
His piety, who saved his gods through fire
Could I not tear, and scatter on the main,
His wangled limbs? not slrghter all his sfain ?
Ascamus too ? and place, with horrid joyi •
Even on the father's heard the sever'd ItCy
But doubtful still had been the event of arms,—
. Well ! the secure of death had 'Lona%) alarms.
Yes! I had fill'd his decks with hurAingliame
l)estrcy'd the sire, the son, the racy, the woue.
Then thrOwn myself upon the pile Of death;
And, pleased With v'en4e,itice, away mtbreath.

Thau, Atl3 tyst nfrf re Vat a'si Belau I
Thou, raptiai Juxo! co:Minus Of my woe I
Thi‘u ,litterri 1 st-Fett, fieseltirmit poster t
inc,,Le;l With hewlings In the tilidniglit front ".
Ye Furies of re venga ! ye buds, jibe wait
0 1):00.4 demi!, the ministers of Fate!
.:wend ! your deities
wrongs so deep, and prayers so just as mine !
IF this ditertiati,nintt strt.:ggle to the land :
, Mast gain the port, as Jove and Fate command ;—r
to let it be let hint joy no more !
PreterCed from Ocean, be he wrecl,'d on shore 1
Oppresi'd by nations Of unyielding tat:
Turn froni Itlus ; from his conCiei far;
._An.exile, let him stir for aid in vain ;
And See hit comrades it rew. the entariguined ,
And when, at-last, berieith hijariont peace
He stoops,—O!lit nut then hia labours cease!
Theri, thrated of the htipet be bought Ed dear,,
Power's tranquil reign, and life's autumnal year,
Oh ! let him fall in gore before his dap; •
Unburied on the sands, the vulture's prey!
This'is my praier ; and, 0 ye nods! make good
These my last words that iistie with my blood !
And you, m Tyriant ! to my Nlatiet just,
Cherish nw, hatred as'a sacred trust
Pursue to death the whole detested line!
Noilove, no leagues the hostile periple join ! ,
Rise, too, some great acengrr froth my tooth, ,
To urge with fire and steel the Dardates doom!
Now, and hereafter, as the strength may grow, .
Still let our vengeance strike; our battle glow!
Theirs still our shores, waves, arms opposing face;
And sine vigil:ate inspirit all our race l"
SYMAIoNd.