58 A Storm.-Hassan, or, The Camel-Driver. A STORM. Now bursts the wave that from the clouds impends, And swell'd with tempests on the ship descends; White are the decks with foam; the winds aloud Howl o'er the masts and sing through every shroud; Pale, trembling, tir'd, the sailors freeze with fears, And instant death on ev'ry wave appears. DRYDEN'S VIRGIL. HASSAN, OR, THE CAMEL DRIVER. IN silent horror o'er the boundless waste To guard his shaded face from scorching sand. The Hassan, or, The Camel Driver. 59 The sultry sun had gain'd the middle sky, "Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way! "Ah! little thought I of the blasting wind, The thirst or pinching hunger that I find! Bethink thee, Hassan, where shall thirst assuage, When fails this cruise, his unrelenting rage? Soon shall this scrip its precious load resign, Then what but tears and hunger shall be thine? Ye mute companions of my toils, that bear In all my griefs a more than equal share! Here, where no springs in murmurs break away, Or moss-crown'd fountains mitigate the day, In vain ye hope the green delights to know, Which plains more blest or verdant vales bestow. Here 60 Hassan, or, The Camel Driver. Here rocks alone and tasteless sands are found, And faint and sickly winds for ever howl around. O cease, my fears! all frantic as I go, While thought creates unnumber'd scenes of woe, What if the lion in his rage I meet! COLLINS. THE The Orange Tree.-The Generations of Man. 61 THE ORANGE TREE. In the soft bosom of Campania's vale, : The tender blighted plant shrinks up its leaves, and dies. LORD LYTTELTON. THE GENERATIONS OF MAN. LIKE leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now with'ring on the ground. Another Another race the following spring supplies, So flourish these, when those are past away. POPE'S HOMER. WOLVES. By wintry famine rous'd, from all the tract Branch out stupendous into distant lands; The |