III. 3.

“ The verse adorn again

" * Fierce War, and faithful Love, “ And Truth fevere, by fairy Fi&ion dreft.

In + buskin’d measures move “ Pale Grief, and pleasing Pain, “ With Horrour, Tyrant of the throbbing breast, “A' Voice, as of the Cherub-Choir,

Gales from blooming Eden bear; ' || And distant warblings lefsen on my ear,

That lost in long futurity expire.

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“ Fond,

* Fierce wars and faithful loves shall moralize my song

Spenfer's Proëme to the Fairy Queen. + Shakespeare. $ Milton. ị The fucceffon of Poets after Milton's time.

Fond, impious Man, think'st thou, yon fan

guine cloud, Rais’d by thy breath, has quench'd the Orb of

day?

To-morrow he repairs the golden flood, “ And warms the nations with redoubled ray.

Enough for me : With joy I see

“ The different doom our Fates aflign. “ Be thine Despair, and scepter'd Care,

To triumph, and to die, are mine." He spoke, and headlong from the mountain's height Deep in the roaring tide he plung'd to endless night.

THE

FATAL

SISTERS.

A N ODE.

[From the NOR: E-TONGUE.]

ORCADES of THORMODUS TORFÆUS ; HAFNIÆ, 1697, Folio: and also in

BARTHOLINUS.

VITT IR ORPIT FYRIR VALFALLI, &c.