Page:The Lives of the Most Eminent English Poets, Volume 4.djvu/55

So many flames before proud Ilion blaze,
And lighten glimmering Xanthus with their rays;
The long reflection of the distant fires
Gleam on the walls, and tremble on the spires:
A thousand piles the dusky horrors gild,
And shoot a shady lustre o'er the field;
Full fifty guards each flaming pile attend,
Whose umber'd arms by fits thick flashes send;
Loud neigh the coursers o'er their heaps of corn,
And ardent warriours wait the rising morn.

 

As when in stillness of the silent night,
As when the moon in all her lustre bright,
As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night,
O'er heaven's clear azure sheds her silver light;
⁠pure⁠spreads⁠sacred
As still in air the trembling lustre stood,
And o'er its golden border shoots a flood;
When no loose gale disturbs the deep serene,
⁠not a breath
And no dim cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene;
⁠not a
Around her silver throne the planets glow,
And stars unnumber'd trembling beams bestow;
Around her throne the vivid planets roll,
And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole:
Clear gleams of light o'er the dark trees are seen,
⁠o'er the dark trees a yellow sheds,
O'er the dark trees a yellower green they shed,
⁠gleam
⁠verdure
And tip with silver all the mountain heads
⁠forest
And tip with silver every mountain's head.