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X.

All but Lorenzo ;--he with grief dismay'd,
Nor heeding ought but FREDERIC's haplefs fate,
Mufing along the cloyster'd temple stray'd,
Till lonely midnight clos'd th' impervious gate.

XI.

But when each lamp by flow degrees expir'd,
And total night affumed its filent reign,
Sudden he starts, with wild amazement fir'd,
And big with horror traverses the fane.

XII.

The vaulted manfions of th' illuftrious dead
Inspire his fhudd'ring foul with ghaftly fears,
Dire shapes, and beck'ning fhades around him tread,
And hollow voices murmur in his ears.

XIII.

There, as around the monumental maze
Darkling he wanders, a refplendent gleam
Shoots o'er th' illumin'd ifle a distant blaze,
Pale as the glow-worm's fire, or Cynthia's beam.

XIV.

With glory clad, th' imperial fhrines among, Four royal shapes on iv'ry thrones were plac'd, High o'er their heads four airy diadems hung, Which never yet their maiden brows had grac'd.

XV.

The firft was he, whom CRESSY's glorious plain
Has fam'd for martial deeds and bold emprize;
Nor lefs his praise in Virtue's milder strain,
Juft, humble, learned, merciful and wife.

XVI.

Next ARTHUR fat, at whofe aufpicious birth
In one sweet flow'r the blended roses join'd;
And HENRY next, fair plant of Scotish earth,
The hope, the joy of ALBION and mankind.
XVII.

Yet green in death, the laft majestic fhade
Wore gracious FREDERIC's mild endearing look;
To him the reft obeyfance courteous paid,
And EDWARD thus the princely form bespoke:
XVIII.

"All hail! illustrious partner of our fate,
"For whom, as once for us, Britannia bleeds;
"Hail! to the manfions of the good and great,
"Where crowns immortal wait on virtuous deeds.

XIX.

“The fame our fortune, as our worth the fame, " (To worth like ours short date doth heav'n afsign) "As one our fortune, one shall be our fame, "And long record our deathless names shall join.

XX.

"But oh! I tremble for Britannia's ftate, "May guardian pow'rs avert the dire prefage! "For well she knows, at our untimely fate "How heav'n's dread vengeance fmote each fin* full age.

XXI.

"The regal staff afpiring BOLINBROKE "Snatch'd with rude grasp from RICHARD'S "princely hand;

"Loos'd from hell's confines, civil Difcord fhook "The dubious throne, and tore the beeding land. XXIII.

"When ARTHUR died, imperious HENRY's thirst "Of fubject's blood nor heeded fex nor age; "His wives a facrifice to vagrant luft, "His nobles victims to tyrannic rage.

XXIV.

"When pious CHARLES in right fraternal reign'd, "Rebellion proudly stalk'd from shore to shore, "Her laws, her rights, her holy faith profan'd," “And dy'd the guilty land with royal gore.

XXIV.

"Yet ah! may pity move relenting heav'n!

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Enough the groans beneath her prefent woe;

"Enough to vengeance is already giv'n;

"Her FREDERIC's dead;-there needs no other "blow."

XXV.

Scarce had he spoken, when the bird of day 'Gan morn's approach with clarion shrill declare, At once th' unbodied phantoms fade away,

The fond illufion all diffolves in air.

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ON THE

APPROACH OF SUMMER.

BY A GENTLEMAN FORMERLY OF THE UNIVER SITY OF ABERDEEN.

Te dea, te fugiunt venti, te nubila cæli,
Adventumque tuum; tibi fuaveis da dala tellus
Submittit flores; tibi rident æquora ponti ;
Placatumque nitet diffufo lumine cælum.

H

LUCRETIUS.

ENCE iron-fcepter'd WINTER, hafte
To des'late Ruffian wafte!

Where far remote from man's refort

Thou hold'st thy joyless court;
Where ever beat by ftorms and show'rs
Thy gloomy Gothic castle tow'rs;
Amid whofe howling ifles and halls,
Where no gay fun-beam paints the walls,
On ebon throne, thou lov'ft to shroud,
Thy hoary head in fable cloud.

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