Now strike the golden lyre again

And loiider yet. and yet a loudcr strain.

Break bis bands of sleep asunder, And rouse bim, like a ratili»«g poal of thundof. Hark, hark, Ibebonid sound Mas rais'd up bis bead, As awak'd from the dcad, And amaz'd, he stares arouud.

Revenge ! revenge ! Timotbeus cries, See the furies arise !

See the snakes thaï theybear, How tbey hiss in the air !

And the sparkles that flash from their cyes I Behold a ghastly band, Each a torch in bis band !

Thèse are Grecian cbosts, that in battle wcrc slain, And unbury'd remain Inglorious on the plain :