[ ] BRITANNIA. A PO E M. Et tantas audetis tollere moles? "Quos ego-fed motos præftat componere fluctus. Poft mihi non fimili pœna commiffa luetis. "Maturate fugam, regique hæc dicite veftro : "Non illi imperium pelagi, fævumque tridentem, "Sed mihi forte datum❞— S on the fea-beat shore Britannia fat, Of her degenerate fons the faded fame, Deep in her anxious heart, revolving fad : Bare was her throbbing bosom to the gale, VIRG. That hoarse, and hollow, from the bleak surge blew; § Loofe flow'd her treffes; rent her azure robe. 10 Hung o'er the deep from her majestic brow Recorded, faithful, in unbidden verfe. VOL. II. B Ev n 20 25 Ev'n not yon fail, that, from the sky-mixt wave, There now they lie beneath the rolling flood, * Frederick. 35 40 Thus |