"Awake, awake, Deborah: awake, awake, utter a song: Arise, Barak, and lead thy captivity captive, thou Son of Abinoam.

At her feet he bowed, he fell, he lay down: at her feet he bowed, he fell; where he bowed there he fell down dead. Why is his Chariot so long in coming? Why tarry the Wheels of his Chariot?"-Judges, chap. 5th. verses 12th, 27th, and part of 28th.-See also the whole of that tumultuous and wonderful Poem.

NOTE to the Poem ON REVISITING THE WYE, p. 191.I have not ventured to call this Poem an Ode; but it was written with a hope that in the transitions, and the impassioned music of the versification, would be found the principal requisites of that species of composition.

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