The high huge-bellied mountains skip, like rams Why fled the ocean? And why skipp'd the mountains? PSALM CXXXVI. LET us, with a gladsome mind, Oh, let us his praises tell, Who doth the wrathful tyrants quell; For his, &c. Who, with his miracles, doth make For his, &c. Who, by his wisdom, did create Who did the solid earth ordain To rise above the watery plain; For his, &c. Who, by his all-commanding might, For his, &c. And caused the golden-tressed sun All the day long his course to run, The horned moon to shine by night, He, with his thunder-clasping hand, And, in despite of Pharaoh fell, The ruddy waves he cleft in twain, For his, &c. The floods stood still, like walls of glass, While the Hebrew bands did pass ; For his, &c. THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE, LIB. I. In wreaths thy golden hair, Plain in thy neatness? Oh, how oft shall he Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold, Hopes thee, of flattering gales Unmindful. Hapless they, To whom thou untried seem'st fair! Me, in my vow'd My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea. GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH. BRUTUS thus addresses DIANA in the country of LEOGECIA. GODDESS of shades, and huntress, who at will Walk'st on the rolling spheres, and through the deep; To whom, sleeping before the altar, DIANA answers in a vision the same night. BRUTUS, far to the west, in the ocean wide, But full soon they did devour His chosen people he did bless For his, &c. In bloody battle he brought down He foil'd bold Seon and his host, And large-limb'd Og he did subdue, For his, &c. And, to his servant Israel, He gave their land therein to dwell; He hath, with a piteous eye, Beheld us in our misery; For his, &c. All living creatures he doth feed, And with full hand supplies their need; For his, &c. Let us, therefore, warble forth His mighty majesty and worth; For his, &c. THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE, LIB. I. In wreaths thy golden hair, Plain in thy neatness? Oh, how oft shall he Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold, Hopes thee, of flattering gales Unmindful. Hapless they, To whom thou untried seem'st fair! Me, in my vow'd My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea. GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH. BRUTUS thus addresses DIANA in the country of LEOGECIA. Walk'st on the rolling spheres, and through the deep; To whom, sleeping before the altar, DIANA answers in a vision the same night. BRUTUS, far to the west, in the ocean wide, |