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Briton and Ruflian differ, but in name :

Doubly supreme ! thy unreitrain'd contrcal In nature's sense, all nations are the same.

Directs the body, and empow'rs the foul! One world, divided, distant brothers fhare, While vulgar kings their views supinely fean, And man is reason's subject---every where. And limit what they would by what they can;

So, does dark Nile's mysterious torrent tray, Thy nobler pow'r, with more than martial (was, And cozy wealth, in annual flood, convey. Commands...and makes men able to obey Memphia's rich plains, imbibe th’impregnate Transporting thought !-let me indulge it long, flow,

Hence realms grow mighty and their izlutie And pleas'd Egyptians see proud harvests grow.

firong. Yet while on Fgypt partial harvets smile, Ah! why by civil broils should patrioes bleed Egypt's glad sons engross not all their Nile. For parts in pow'r, they nor enjoy our need! Egypt, and all the world, the river claim : Less factious subjects happier freedom Bare; Egypt in influence, and the world in fame.

Mis-reckon'd faves in such a sovereign's cart. So, Ruflia feels her Czar's intensest heaç:

Slaves are blind bust'lers, who, deceiv'd ti to But the warni'd world his distant brighiness greet. Promote, unknowingly, their spriler's ais. Ages, obscurely lost to flighted fame,

Who (told fedition sets a nation free) Rob'd the dim empire of its bury'd name; Hug the new chain-and call it liberty. One city's bounds usurp'd her monarch's rights, Then-walking galld, beneath th' che And shrunk his thousand states to Muscovites.

weight, Unmeasur'd realms lay hid in noiseless reign, Grind a curbid curse, and bear th' impostos And Russia cover'd half the world in vain !

If just Athenians, by a Theseus led, Till rip'ning time this giant-genius sent; Their scatter'd country's strength-uniting bed! Divinely siz'd --- to suit his crown's extent:

To lasting praise consigo'd his cherih'd farten He breath'd prolific soul, inspir'd the land, And, conscious of his bounty, bler'd his site And callid forth order, with directive hand. If hard Lycurgus, now immortal grown, Then pow'r's whule energy, at once spread wide, Sheds deathleis glory round a realmess tareas; And old obstruction sunk beneath its tide.

If, Romulus! chy mem'ry triuniphs ftil, Then, shad'wing all, the dread dominion rose, For teaching Rome to rob with fafer kill; Which late no hope, and now no danger knows ! For reining rapine in from private harms,

Did not, o prince! thy love of art's soft charms To mightier mischief in confed'rale arms: Suspend the keener influence of thy arms, What praise, prodigious (zar! shall dare lo trak Astonish'd Europe, envious of thy sway,

In awful circles, Dear thy facred head! Must wink malignant, in thy Iream of day! To whom, not one small portion fingly knees But 'tis thy generous taik, to fteer thy reign, In thanks for sep'rate benefits it fecs : 'Twixt the two wide extremes of mean and vain. But nations, dumberlefs as Lybian fanis, To teach fierce conqu'rors all that arts bestow, Share the long bounties of thy reaching hunda Yet hold back arms till justice names the foe. Thy hands: to whom delighted with thy poran

Not so, of old, when, Itern in horrid arms, God gave not thrones to reign on-but to the The needy north pour'd forth her Gothic swarms; Thy catching luftre fires the nor h's wide vara Roughly they warr’d, on arts they could not taste. And thaws the icy influence of the pole And, blindly laid the tracks of learning walte. The shaggy Samoid, shaking off the foow, This heav'n' remember'd, and, with kind command, Warms his cold brealt with new defire en Excel Call’d for atonement from the barb'rous land. The rugged Tartar, from whose swarohy burton The prince, disdainful of his country's crinie, A gloom of horror us'd to fhade thy lad", Guiltless, springs forward, to uncurse the clime : Charm'd by thy gen'rous daring, checks this con And, nobly just, has taught the nations more, Assumes new nature, and adoras thy thrust Than the world's empire ruin'd-loft before! Beams of young learning, adive as the wild How vast the engine !---and the force how Radiant, fiame out, and light up half or acest great!

(weight: Stern fuperftitiou's milty cloud difpella, That could, so swiftly, move such pond'rous Quits her chief throne, through lerg drie Enormous boast of kings! who,--- though his reign And Rulliad arms a gli't'ring terror af, :" Stretch'd empire's endiess line, from main to main, O'er realms, where scarce the Ruffa e Counts not his greatness by his country's length, Bluth, ye bought bards of our deges irae Nor from dependent millions steals his Arength. Whom pension prostitutes to high-way frame But, to himself (like heav'n) his effluence owes, Who fear it fruitless for a mure to reagi, And gives---not takes.--what pow'r from number Thence, poorly, pin your venal bearitat ?** flows.

[schemes, | The world's my country: boro, no matter ** Born, for eternal growth.--and for'd with Man is a denizen of earth end air : For whitning time, with ever-blooming themes. Native to truth, 'tis his all worth to how, Wonders on wonders gild a glowing land,

And love the hostile viriues of a foe. That almost ow'd distinction to his hand !

Ah! how too weak my willing vetta per caso From frozen climes, where nature, stiff with cold, And Aags bencath new heights of op'rung *** Nourish'd no hope; and time in tears grow old : Touch my charm'd heart, thou Godt Warm’d by the monarch's worth, we rising saw

inspire Springs of gay viseye---and ripe fruits of law! His forcs i and let me feel d'impuihre Et

Sunk amid sens, in fortune's fagnate tract,

Zembla's white cliffs.--eternal hoards of frost, And curs'd myself, with want of power to act. Where proud discov'ry has so oft been lost; Let me at least describe, with conscious blaze, Through every period of the world till now, And, from another's triumph, force some praise. Have check'd all keels that would those cecans

0! great Eternal Pow'r, that bounds our minds, plow. What circling darkness human foresight blinds Nature's lart barrier : they all search with food, Where are the lost effects of Itatesmen's dreams! And bound ambition up in freezing blood Whose erring envy fpun such cobweb schemes ! Referv'd by heav'n, and for thy reign design'd, Long-each vain terror beat one devious road; Thy piercing eye Mall that dark passage find. And ligh'd at growing France with false forebode : Or, caft's and welt's enibracing confines thown, While, unobserv'd, th' exulring northern bear Joir two emerging world's; and both thy own. Grin'd over gen'ral empire, rising there.

Stop, headlang muse! —Ah! whither would it Henceforth, let none the strength of states com

thou go? pare :

Look down with caution on the depths below : Nor what they may be, judge from what they are. Prospects tuo valt the rafh presumer fright; Low the lord's genius, all his realms the fame : And, dazzling, wound an uncollected light, The king's breast wid’ning, swells his throne to Congratulate a while our ct urch's gain, fame.

And mi gling joy, relax thy wonder's strain. Then, pow'r effulging, distanc'd equals find, Shall chen, at last, beneath propitious skies, That man's whole boundless diff'rence dwells in The crois triumphant 'er the criscent rise ? mind.

Shall we behold earth's long sustain's disgrace This truth,—dread dark’ner of each rival throre! | Reveng'd in arms on Ofman's haughty race? Well has thy life's long tra&t of wonders Thuwn; Shall Christian Greece shake off a captive thamë, What sudden fleets have shadow'd distant (eas, And look unblushing at her Pagan fame? With fiage that start to pow'r and scorn degrees; / 'Twill be. – Prophetic Delphos claims her own : Glooming at pleasure, ev'ry hostile shore,

Hails her new Cæsars on a Ruflian throne. Far-trembling nations hear new thunders roar; Achens shall teach once more I once more aspire ! Th’intrepid Swede does fortune's charge upbraid, And Spartan breasts reglow with martial fire : And sees th' assaulted enemy invade !

S'ill, ftill

, Bizantium's bright’ning domes shall The Dane finds gracitude too weak for fear,

shine, And hates his helper's strength, display'd too near. And rear the ruin'd name of Constantine, [be: The furrow'd Baltic a new lord obeys,

Transcendent prince! how happy must thou And to strange kcels reluctant homage pays. What can'lt thou look upon, unbless'd by thee? The virgin Caspian, he, bold lover' wocs;

What inward peace must that calm bosom know, Nor vainly, for her envy'd favour suer:

Whence conscious virtue does so strongly flow! Grasp'd to his wish, she has her love confer'd, Each famie, of age past, in ruin lies : And giv’n him leave to wander o'er her breast. How timely, therefore, does thy greatness rise, Perfia's heap'd wealth shall her huge portion be, To fire forgeeful thrones, with thirst of praise ; And India's sovereign's give her lord the knee. And build example for these feeble days! [thine,

From nameless outlets, endless naval hoits, Such, are the kings, who make God's image Black'ning, still more, the sable Euxine's cuarts, Nor bluh to dare affert their right divive! Shall teach the Porte's imperial walls to shake, No carth-born bias warps they climbing will ; And the fell sultan's iron sceptre break.

No pride their power---no av'rice whers their skill. Grecia's lost soul shall be rettor’d by thee! They prise each hope which bids the wife obey, Great faver! setting empire's genius free! And shed broad blessings from their wid'ning (way. Then, Hellefpont, whose stream indignant glides, To raise th' afflicted, itretch the healing hand, And a subjected world's two bounds divides, Drive crush'd oppreflion from each rescu'd land. Shall feel, while reaching both, thy thunder roars, Bold in alternate right, or sheath or draw Europe and Asia, trembling to her shores.

The sword of conquest, or the sword of law. Then, may thy floating empire's cong'ring sweep Spare what resilts not; what opposes, bend; New greet vast Russia round th' Atlantic deep. And givern cool, what they with warmth defend.

So spring the seeds of pow'r, when wisely town! How biefs'd were man would heav'n hereafSo pregnant genius plans the future throne!

ter please, Mean while, great founder! gath'ring Itrength That all earth's princes should be form'd like these! from blows,

With it, О mule! howe'er the wish be vain; They spread thy glory who thy arms oppose. It gives some joy to hope th'unlikelieit gain. [shine The leif-priz'd lords of China's boaltful land, Adieu-dread flame! that bids the pole outFeel their pride shrink beneath thy bord'ring hand: | The torrid brightness of the burning line ! The trackless wilds, which both vast fates di-join, ' Drawn by thy beamy force, I fill would gaze; Are ev'n, when arm’d with fhiv'ring winter, But my eyes ake beneath th' oppressive blaze, thine!

Descend, raflı muse ! -'tis decent to retire , O'er realms of snow thy furry squadrons fly, Thy fall were dang'rous, if thy flight were higher. And bring, at ease, the dreadíul distance nigh! Thou, too, great priucc! forbear th' ador'd In vain oppos’d, th' enormous wall they fee;

excess. Proclaim'd defiance can but quicken thee. Reit--for thy life, and make thy glory less.

U u inj

by all!

There are,

grown old !

Heav'n must reclaim thee-nor thy absence bear, Far, yė profane, from my chalte fubje& ily, When earth yicld- no new wonder worth thy care. Nor Iain its brigbeness with a tainted ege; Mournid, the n ar prospect ! yet not mourn'd What if a thousand ills the wanton prove,

Whose earth-born heat usurps the name of love! whose humbler glory waits thy fall. Lovers, indeed, are care in no coarse mould, When thou, great sun of royalty! thalt set, How few have yet been form’d, though time's And pay fad nature's last and surelt debt : Then earth's low lords may boast their poor designs, No wild defire can this proud bliss bestaw, And ev'ry upstart twinkler think-he shines. Souls must be match'd, in heav'n, theagh mit. Then, when no more hy wonders wake mankind,

below, But dying envy Icaves delight behind,

As fire, by nature, climbs direct and brigts, Here, while thy steps adniring ages trace, And beams in fpotless rays, a shining light; Where shall amazement first encomium place? But if some grofs obstruction stop its way, Arduous decision! which most honour won ? Smokes in low curls and scenţs the sullied by: Thy actions, or the speed with which they're done. ( solve itself, untainced and refin'd, When Rome, that glitt’ring, that immortal | Borrows a tin&ture from the colour'd misi: name!

The great grow greater while its force the people Aspir'd to rule, and panted after fame;

But little hearts want room and cripple kr. Age copying age, spun length of patient will, Cautious, ye fared, who frequent the far: And ek'd th? ofc-breaking thread, with lab'ring Your breafts examine, nor 'too rashly dare, skill.

Curb your untrusted hearts while yet they're they Nor till sev'n hundred hard-press'd years were pal, Love is refiftless when you feel 'tis he. The late vropitious fortune (niil'd at last.

Small is the soul's first wound, from bezzas Not such low rise, O prince! thy Rullia fears: And scarce th' unheeded fever warms the best Thou dragg'st not glory from such depth of years. Long we mistake it, under liking's name, At once resolv'd, at once the columns rise, A soft indulgence that deserves no blame; Which lift thy dreadful fabric to the skies. A pleasure we but take to do her right, Form and degrees, let bounded spirits need : Whose presence charms us, and whole worse Thy soul, eccentric, moves with in-bred speed : Whose lweet remembrance broods upon our bem Makes nature shake, and raises in a day,

And whose dear friendship is with pride pia What with less ease in ages shall decay.

Excited thus the smother'd fire at length, So, when young tire-it first great birth-day kept, Bursts into blaze, and burns with open freret And huddled nature yet in chaos sept;

That image which before but seoth'd the match Th'eterna! Word, to set dittindion free,

Now lords ie there, and rages unconfin'd But fpoke th' almighty fial--Let there be. Mixing with all our thoughts it wastes the base Milions of ways the starting atoms few;

And when night comes, i dreams the foal owry, Like clung to like and su den order grew : Pungent impatient tingles in each sein, Struggling in clouds, a while confusion lay, And the fick bofom throbs with aching pain, Then dicd at once and lost itself in day.

Ablent from her, in whom alone we live, Life grows a bankrupt and no bliss can give;

friends are importunate, and pleasure's loa, THE PIC IURE OF LOVE.

What once mult charm'd us now disgults ut mot

Pretful to silent folitude we run, Love is a passion by no rules confin'd,

And men, and light, and noisy con verle bar; The great first mover of the human muind :

Pensive in words, on river's sides we walk. Spring of our fate! it lifts the climbing will,

And to th' unlist’ning wind- and waters talk; Or fiks the soften'd soul in feas of ill:

How next we shall approach her pleas't we * Science, truth, virtue iweetness, glory, grace, And think in transport all we mean to fry: All are love's influence, and adorn his race;

Tenderly bowing, ihus will we complain, Love, .00 gives fear, despair, grief, anger, frise, Thus court her pity, and thus plead our past And all th' unnumber'd woes which tempelt life,

Thus figh at fancy'd frowns, if frownstruku Tak Fir'd with a da ing with, to paint him right, And thus meet favours in her foft'ning eres What mule fhill Lip voke to lend me light?

Riftless on paper wè our vows repea S mething divine ilere lives in love's toft flame,

And pour our fouls out on the mislive fheet: Beyond our fpirit's pow'r to give it name! Write, blot, restore-and, in loft pieces rend H w shall I aint it then ? or why reveal

The mute entreatera, yce too faint to fend; A pli olurc a'd a point which all muft feel? Unbless'd if no admillion we procure,

Su oi thy tex's tweetess! aid my hope, 'Tis heav'n at distance to behold her door! Prideck my realun, and my passion's fcope! Or to her window we hy night repair, Thou, whole least motion can delight infpire ! And let loole tancy to be featted there; And wh le tweet eye-beam thed celestial fire!

Watch her lov'd shadow as it glsoces by, Trou, at whose heav’n-iin'd voice the dead might And to imagin'id motions chain our 01 wake!

Has she some field, or grove, or garden be? And fri ni whose face we fatal learning take,

Pleas'd we retread the paths her feet taver Teach me thy god ike pow's the heart to move, Near her, by chance, at vitics or a plays, Smile on my verse and look the world to love?

Our rushing spirits crowd in speaking sa*,

Light on her varied airs our eye-balls ride, But who can words to speak those raptures find ? Blind as the dead to the full world beside. Vast sea of ecstacy that drowns the mind :

Jf bless'd by some kind letter from her hand, That fierce transfusion of exchanging hearts ! The cherish'd flame is into madness fann'd; That gliding glimpse of hcar'n in pulsive starts ! Trembling we half devour the facred prize, That veiny rush! that warnı tumultuous roll! And lend our thoughts and lips to aid our eyes; That fire which kindles body into soul! No wild extravagance of joy's too much,

And on life's margin strains delight so high, For aught once warm'd by her enlivening touch. That sense breaks short, and while we taste we These are the sweet effusions of defire,

die. When absence wounds us, or when withes fire ; By love's soft force, all nature is refin'd, But when in presence we our vows address, The dull made fprightly and the cruel kind: Who can the tumules of the soul express?

Gently the Itubborn passions learn to move, Boundless desire, aw'd hope, and doubtful joy, And lavage hearts are humaniz'd by love : Stormy by turns the veering heart employ; Love in a chain of converse bound mankind, Sick’ning in fancy's sunshine, now we faint, And polish'd and awak'd the rugged mind: And licence wounds us deeper than restraint : Justice, truth, pity, opennels of heart, Fix'd in her opening door surpris'd we stay ; Courage, politeness, eloquence and art, Dumb and depriv'd of all we meant to say: That gen'rous fire with which ambition fames, Our eyes flash meanings but our rooted feet And all th' unsleeping soul's divinest aims, Pause cill due rev'rence saints the hallow'd heat : Touch'd by ihe warmth of love burn up morc Soft tremblings seize us and a gentle dread,

bright, Speechless our thought, and all our courage fled. Proud of the godlike pow'r to give delight.

Slowly reviving, we from love's short trance, Thus have I vainly Atrove, with strokes too faint Softly with blushful tenderness advance;

Love in his known and outward marks to paint ; Bowing we kneel, and her giv'n hand is prest, Unmindful that of old they veil'd his face, With sweet compulsion'to our bounding brcalt ; And wisely cover'd what they could not trace. O'er it in ecstacy our lips bend low,

Lovely creator of my soul's Soft pain, And tides of fighs 'twixt her grasp'd fingers flow: Pity the pencil that aspir'd in vain : High beats the hurried pulse at each forc'd kiss, Vers'd in love's pangs and taught his pow'r by And ev'ry burning finew aches with bliss :

you, Life in a souly deluge rushes o'er,

Skill'd, i presum'd that what I felt I drew; And the charm'd heart springs out at ev'ry pore.

But I have err'd; and with delirous aim, The first fierce rapture of amazement part, Would pidure motion and imprison flame. Confusion quits us, and desire grows fast;

He who can lightning's flash to colours bind, We fit, and while her gaz'd-ac beautics rise, May paint love's influence on the burning mind. A humid brightness sparkles from our eyes :

Then when we master hini and give him law, Modest disquiet ev'ry adion wears,

Then may we chain him and his image draw : And each long look the mark of passion bears! But who would bind this god niuit captive take Disorder'd nature no cold medium keeps,

A power which all mankind can captive make: Transport now reigns, and dull reflection sleeps : I am too weak of heart, yet I can tell All that we feel, or with, or act, or lay,

Those who dare scize him, where he loves to dwell, Is above thought and out of realon's way; I see him now; in his own heaven he lies, Joy murmurs, anger laughs, and hope looks fad; Close at sweet ambush in Miranda's eyes. Rashness grows prudent and discretion mad : Restless we feel our am'rous bosom burn,

ADVICE TO THE POETS. Now this way look we, and now that way torn. Now in sweet swell of thought our lifted eyes, Too long provok'd, immortal muse, forgive; Lose their low langour and attempt to rise, Rouse a dead world, and teach my verse to live Now linking suppliant seek the charmer's feet, Not the low muse, who lends her leeble fire, And court with a picy in their glanc'd retreat, To flush pale Spleen, or light up loose desire; Oft, in fix'd gaze, they dwell upon her face, But that bright influence, that expansive glow, Then start aitonilh'd from some dazzling grace; Which firit in angel's numbers learn'd to flow; Now in bold Jiberty fly out unbid,

Ere time had struck eternity with shade,
Now aw’d, 'scape inward 'twixt the closing lid. Or day, or night, or space, or form, was made:

If we dare speak, and would our with pursuc, Tun'd the rais'd notes at which creation grew,
The words fall feath’ry like descending dew; And worlds, and stars, and suns, and heav'nis, Phot
The soft’ning accents ev’n in utt'ranco die,
And the tongue's sweetness here out-charms the She, she, the muse---Oh, ne'er to be defin'd;
cye;

Thou flanie of purpose! and thou flow of mind! 'Till mingled fighs the fainting voice confound, Thou pach of praise, by heav'n's first fav’rites trod!

's meanings freak though robb’d of found. Thou voice of prophets! and thou breath of God! Is there no more? oh!' yet the last remains ! I feel her now.--th' invader fires my breast; Crown of our conqueft : sweet'ner of our pains ! And my soul swells, to suit th' hcav'nly guest: There is a time when joye no wish denies, Hear her, 0 Pope! the suunds th' inspir'd decree, And smiling nature throws off all disguise; Thou great archangel of wit's heav'a ! for dice,

new.

But lover's

ile;

Joys meeting foys unite, and stronger shine ; But while, disdainful of the mean controuf, For passion purify'd grows half divine.

No dull desires invade my wakeful soul; Aurelia, thou art mine, I cry'd--- and she

Adive the inspirer, ikilful to pursue Sigh'd soft---now, Damon, thou art lord of me. Through the wild tracks of mazy mem'ry fiew; But wilt thou, whisper'd the, the knot now ty'd, There scatter'd images to union brought, Which only death's keen weapon can divide, And form'd this wond'rous viñon to my thought: Wilt thou, ftill mindful of thy raptures past, I found myself at dead of deepest night, Permit the summer of love's hope to lait? Cheer'd, by no glimm'ring spark of remnant ligt, Shall not cold wint'ry frosts come on too soon? Lock'd in that ancient venerable pile, Ah, lay! what means the world by honeymoon ? Which holds her sacred dust, who, lately blel ou If we lo short a space our bliss enjoy, What coils does love for one poor month employ? Ascending damps the gloomy concave fought

, Women thus us'd like bubbles blown with air, And hung imprison'd to th' impervious vault : Owe to their outward charms a sun-gilt glare. While my fhod feet trac'd swift the dusky roue, Like them we glitter to the distant eye;

Hoarse echoes multiply'd the trampling fouad, But, grasp'd like them, we do but weep and die. The sweating stones diftillid a noisome dew,

Leit more, said I, thou should'It profane the bliss, And earthy scents my death-fed nostrils drew. I'll feal thy dang'rous lips with this clofe kiss; Cold frosts of fear pierc'd keen through erns Not thus the heav'n of marriage hopes blaspheme,

part, But learn from me to speak on this lov'd theme. I And shiv'ring agues shook my ice-bound heart There have been wedlock joys of swift decay, A hollow wind from whistling murmurs bore Like lightning, seen at once, and shot away : As gath'ring din more high, and strove to roar! But theirs were hopes, which, all unfit to pair, The tatter'd trophies fano'd the prison'd air, Like fire and powder, kils'd and flath'd to air. And chill amazement stiffen'd up my hair. Thy soul and mine, by mutual courtship won, While fix'd I stood, intent on rumblings Dex, Meet, like two mingling flames, and make but one. And distant groans alarm'd my aching ear; Union of hearts, not hands, does marriage make; Sudden, the temple shone, with ruhing light, 'Tis sympathy of mind keeps love awake. And new-born cerrors overwhelm'd my fight Our growing days increase of joy shall know, Ghosts from the loos'ning pavement rais'd eber And thick-fown comforts leave no room for woe.

head, Thou, the soft swelling vine, shall fruitful last; And yawning graves disclose their shrouded dead 1, the Atrong elm, will prop thy beauties fast: Shot up in streams, a milt of spirits rise, Thou shalt Itrow sweets to soften life's rough As morning exhalations streak the skies. way,

Soul-freezing horror tiogled through my bloed, And, when hot passions my proud wishes sway, And curdling fear bound hard the vital food! Thou, like some breeze, shall in my bosom play.. Unbending nerves their dying vigour lost, Thou for prote&tion shalt on me depend; And drooping life scarce held her dang'rous pit And I, on thee, for a fost faithful fricnd.

Large drops of sweat, from every finger shed, 1, in Aurelia fall for ever view,

And the whole frame of nature thook with dread At once my care, my fear, my comfort too! From the ealt end, where mould'ring Diopards Thou shalt first partner in my pleasures be, But all my pains thall last be known to thee. And worms, luxuriant, feast on royalty ;

Aurelia heard, and view'd me with a smile, Where each proud tomb fome daft of princes beas Which seem'd at once to cherish and revile ! There marches out a troop of sov'reign ghots : O, God of Love ! The cry'd, what joys were thine, Each in his shadowy hand a Sceptre brings

, If all life's race were wedding days like mine ! Th’acknowledg'd mark of pow'r in living kings

A glittering diadem each forehead wore,
THE DREAM.

Their robes trail'd loose, and swept the honour'?

floor. SLOW-RISING night had her black flag unfurlid, With now and lately stride, the monarchs ready And Ipread her footy mantle o'er the world;

And ev'ry meaner fpirit bows its head. The waining moon shed pale, a sickly light, In foremost rank, as latest known to fame, And stars scarce twinkled to th' inquiring fight.

The grave-brow'd ghost of awful Anna came; Half the loft earth by darkness over-run,

Calm and serene the filent walks they trace, Wept in cold dews the absence of the fun.

And halt, regardful, at cach folemn place: The waves were hush'd; the winds forgot to roar, Visit each comb, and in mysterious Itate, And forms detach'd in breezes cours'd the shore. Hail the dry remnants of the wasted great. The mix'd creation was involv'd in fcep;

This pomp of death, thus, wore half night sway, Fishes rolld slumb'ring through the ftagnate deep, And cane, at length, where Denmark's body lay: Beatts, birds, and serpents, various beas poffeít,

There Anna Itaid, and looking careful round, Some in thick woods, some in dark caverns relt. With shadowy sceptre, touch'd the consciousground. Anupathies in common sleep took part;

'Tis strange, the figh'd, that he whom mol bich, Care curu'd not thought, and woe forgot to smart. Has never thank'd me, since I came to reit. Immerg'd in relt my drowsy senses lay,

The willing ghost his marbly fetters broke, And death's proud image practis'd on my clay. And rose up; Bowly, at the pow'rful froke :

lie,

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