a brother’s gore;
    The deep affliction of her royal sire. 
    Who heard her flight with imprecations dire.—­
    See! beauteous Helen, with her Trojan swain—­
    The royal youth that fed his amorous pain,
    With ardent gaze, on those destructive charms
    That waken’d half the warring world to arms—­
    Yonder, behold Oenone’s wild despair,
    Who mourns the triumphs of the Spartan fair! 
    The injured husband answers groan for groan,
    And young Hermione with piteous moan
    Orestes calls; while Laodamia near
    Bewails her valiant consort’s fate severe.—­
    Adrastus’ daughter there laments her spouse
    Sincere and constant to her nuptial vows;
    Yet, lured by her, with gold’s seductive aid,
    Her lord, Eriphile, to death betray’d.”

    And now, the baleful anthem, loud and long,
    Rose in full chorus from the passing throng;
    And Love’s sad name, the cause of all their woes,
    In execrations seem’d the dirge to close.—­
    But who the number and the names can tell
    Of those that seem’d the deadly strain to swell!—­
    Not men alone, but gods my dream display’d—­
    Celestial wailings fill’d the myrtle shade: 
    Soft Venus, with her lover, mourn’d the snare,
    The King of Shades, and Proserpine the fair;
    Juno, whose frown disclosed her jealous spite;
    Nor, less enthrall’d by Love, the god of light,
    Who held in scorn the winged warrior’s dart
    Till in his breast he felt the fatal smart.—­
    Each god, whose name the learned Roman told,
    In Cupid’s numerous levy seem’d enroll’d;
    And, bound before his car in fetters strong,
    In sullen state the Thunderer march’d along.

    BOYD.

PART II.

      Thus, as I view’d th’ interminable host,
    The prospect seem’d at last in dimness lost: 
    But still the wish remain’d their doom to know,
    As, watchful, I survey’d the passing show. 
    As each majestic form emerged to light,
    Thither, intent, I turn’d my sharpen’d sight;
    And soon a noble pair my notice drew,
    That, hand in hand approaching, met my view. 
    In gentle parley, and communion sweet—­
    With looks of love, they seem’d mine eyes to meet;
    Yet strange was their attire—­their tongue unknown
    Spoke them the natives of a distant zone;
    But every doubt my kind assistant clear’d,
    Instant I knew them, when their names were heard. 
    To one, encouraged by his aspect mild,
    I spoke—­the other with a frown recoil’d.—­
    “O Masinissa!”—­thus my speech began,
    “By Scipio’s friendship, and the gentle ban
    Of constant love, attend my warm request.” 
    Turning around, the solemn shade address’d
    His answer thus:—­“With like desire I glow
    Your lineage, name, and character,