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Belov'd HARMODIUS! Death in vain

O'er thee ufurp'd a tranfient reign.

Those happy Ifles thy footfteps tread
Where amaranthine flowers are fhed

On PELEUS' Son, and DIOMED.

In myrtle wreaths my fword I bear,

As, fir'd by zeal, the illuftrious pair

Their patriot weapons veil'd from fight,

When in MINERVA'S folemn rite

HIPPARCHUS funk to endless night.

DON, in his Prelections on the Sacred Poefy of the HEBREWS, partly imputes the effectual expulfion of the PisiSTRATIDE to the popularity of this Song. The last instance the ATHENIANS gave of their Democratical Spirit, was the erecting the Statues of BRUTUS and CASSIUS, by thofe of HARMODIUS and ARISTOGEITON.

Eternal

Eternal glory's deathless meed

Shall, lov'd HARMODIUS, crown thy deed,

And brave ARISTOGEITON'S fword,

Because the Tyrant's breast ye gor'd,

And ATHENS' equal rights reftor'd.

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FRAGMENT OF SIMONIDE S.

DANAë, with her infant Son PERSEUS, was expofed in a * Veffel to the fury of the waves, by order of her Father ACRISIUS.

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S on the well-fram'd Veffel's fide

Impetuous pours the ftormy tide,

Aloud the furious whirlwinds found,

And foaming furges break around,

DANAë, while tears her cheek bedew,

Her Arm around her Infant threw,

* The word in the original is Aápraž, a Coffer, Chest, or Cafe. I have rendered it by the general term Veffel, as it must neceffarily have been made for the purpose to which t was applied. Mr. BRYANT fuppofes it to allude to the Ark of NOAH. See Analyf. Vol. II. p. 66. Mr. B. GREENE entertains fome doubt of the antiquity of the Poem from the word Aapra, but it occurs twice in the ILIAD.

And, ah!' fhe cried, what weight of woe

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And O! may Slumber's placid reign

Lull the rude tempeft of the main,

Bid the dread fcene of terror ceafe,

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And give my tortur'd bofom peace.'

END OF VOL. I.

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