7HAT time the jocund rofie-bofom'd HOURS
Led forth the train of PHOEBUS and the SPRING,

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And ZEPHYR mild profusely scatter'd flowers
On Earth's green mantle from his musky wing,.

Thr MORN unbarr'd th' ambrofial gates of light,
Weftward the raven-pinion'd Darkness flew,
The Landscape smil'd in vernal beauty bright,
And to their graves the fullen Ghofts withdrew.

The nightingale no longer fwell'd her throat
With love-lorn plainings tremulous and flow,
And on the wings of Silence ceas'd to float
The gurgling notes of her melodious woe:

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free'd foul awhile her manfion fled,

To try her plumes for immortality.

Thro' fields of air, methought, I took my flight,
Thro' ev'ry clime, o'er ev'ry region pafs'd,
No paradife or ruin 'fcap'd my fight,

HESPERIAN garden, or CIMMERIAN wafte.

On Avon's banks I lit, whofe ftreams appear

To wind with eddies fond round SHAKESPEAR's tomb, The year's first feath'ry songsters warble near, And vi'lets breathe, and earliest roses bloom.

Here FANCY fat, (her dewy fingers cold
́Decking with flow'rets fresh th' unfullied fod,)
And bath'd with tears the fad fepulchrál mold,
Her fav'rite offspring's long and last abode.

Ah! what avails, fhe cry'd, a Poet's name?
Ah! what avails th' immortalizing breath
To fnatch from dumb Oblivion other's fame?
My darling child here lies a prey to Death!

Let gentle OTWAY, white-rob'd PITY's prieft,
From grief domeftic teach the tears to flow,
Or SOUTHERN captivate th' impaffion'd breast
With heart-felt fighs and fympathy of woe.

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For not to these his genius was confin'd,
Nature and I each tuneful pow'r had given,
Poetic transports of the madding mind,

And the wing'd words that waft the foul to heaven:

The fiery glance of th' intellectual eye,.
Piercing all objects of creation's ftore,

Which on this world's extended furface lie ;
And plastic thought that ftill created more.

O grant, with eager rapture I reply'd,

Grant me, great goddess of the changeful eye, To view each Being in poetic pride,

To whom thy fon gave immortality.

Sweet FANCY fmil'd, and wav'd her myftic rod,
When ftrait these vifions felt her pow'rful arm,
And one by one fucceeded at her nod,

As vaffalfprites obey the wizard's charm.

First a celestial form (of azure hue

Whose mantle, bound with brede ætherial, flow'd To each soft breeze its balmy breath that drew) Swift down the fun-beams of the noon-tide rode.

Obedient to the necromantic fway

Of an old fage to folitude refign'd,

With fenny vapors he obfcur'd the day,

Launch'd the long lightning, and let loofe the wind.

Ariel in the Tempeft.

He whirl'd the tempeft thro' the howling air,
Rattled the dreadful thunderclap on high,
And rais'd a roaring elemental war

Betwixt the fea-green waves and azure sky,

Then, like heav'n's mild embassador of love

To man repentant, bade the tumult cease, Smooth'd the blue bofom of the realms above, And hush'd the rebel elements to peace,

Unlike to this in fpirit or in mien

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Another form fucceeded to my view;

A two-legg'd brute which Nature made in spleen, Or from the loathing womb unfinish'd drew.

Scarce cou'd he fyllable the curfe he thought,

Prone were his eyes to earth, his mind to evil, A carnal fiend to imperfection wrought,

The mongrel offspring of a Witch and Devil.

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Next bloom'd, upon an ancient forest's bound,
The flow'ry margin of a filent stream,
O'er-arch'd by oaks with ivy mantled round,
And gilt by filver CTNTHIA's maiden beam,

On the green carpet of th' unbended grass,
A dapper train of female fairies play'd,
And ey'd their gambols in the watry glass,
That smoothly fole along the fhad'wy glade,
b Caliban in the Tempeft.

Fairy-land from the Midfummer night's dream.

Thro' these the queen TITANIA pass'd ador'd,
Mounted aloft in her imperial car,

Journeying to fee great OBERON her lord

Wage the mock battles of a sportive war.

Arm'd cap-a-pee forth march'd the fairy king,
A ftouter warrior never took the field,

His threat'ning lance a hornet's horrid sting,
The fharded beetle's fcale his fable fhield.

Around their chief the elfin hoft appear'd,
Each little helmet sparkled like a star,
And their sharp fpears in pierceless phalanx rear'd,
A grove of thistles, glitter'd in the air.

The fcene then chang'd, from this romantic land,
To a bleak wafte by bound'ry unconfin'd,
Where three fmart fifters of the weird band

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Were mutt'ring curfes to the troublous wind.

Pale Want had wither'd every furrow'd face,
Bow'd was each carcafe with the weight of years,
And each funk eye-ball from its hollow cafe
Diftill'd cold rheum's involuntary tears.

Hors'd on three ftaves they pofted to the bourn
Of a drear island, where the pendant brow

Of a rough rock, fhagg'd horribly with thorn,

Frown'd on the boift'rous waves which rag'd below.

d The witches in Macbeth.

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