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Mow canst thou hope to fly the world, in vain Alive, though stain'd by every abject flave, From Europe sever'd by the circling nain; Secure of fame and justice in the grave. Sought by the kings of eyery distane land,

Ah, no: - when once the mortal yields to late, And every hero worthy of thy hand ?

The blast of fame's sweet trumpet sounds too late, Haft thou forgot that mighty Bourbon fear'd Too late to stay the spirit on its flight, He still was mortal, till hy draught appear'd ? Or soothe the new inhabitant of light; That Cosmo chose thy glowing form to place, Who hears regardless, while fond nian, distress'd, Anidit her masters of the Lombard race?

Hangs on the absent, and laments the blest. See on her Tician's and her Guido's urns,

Farewell then fame, ill sought through fields Her falling arts forlorn Hesperia mourns;

and blood, While Britain wins each garland from her brow, Farewell unfaithful promiser of good : Her wit and freedom firít, her painting now. Thou music, warbling to the deafen'd car !

Let the faint copier, on old Tiber's thore, Thou incense waited on the funeral bier!
Nor mean the task, each breathing bust explore, Through life pursued in vain, by death obtain'd,
Line after line, with painful patience trace, When ask'd, deny'd us, and when given, disdain d.
This Roman grandeur, that Athepian grace;
Vain care of parts; if, impotent of soul,

AN ODE,
Th’industrivus worknian fails to warm the whole,
Each theft betrays the marble whence it came,

Inscribed to the Earl of Sunderland, at Windfor.
And a cool ftatue stiffens in the frame.
Thee nature taught, nor art her aid deny'd,

Trou dome, where Edward first enroll's The kindest mistress, and the furest guide,

His red-cross knights and barons bold, To catch a likeness at one piercing light,

Whose vacant (cais, by virvie bought, And plece the fairelt in the faireh light;

Ambitious emperors have sought : Ere yet thy pencil tries her nicer toils,

Where Britain's foremost names are found, Or on thy pallet lie the blended oils,

In peace belov'd, in war renown'd,

Who made the hostile nations moan,
Thy careless chalk has half atchiev'd thy art,
And her just image makes Cleora start.

Or brought a blefling on their own :
A mind that grasps the whole is rarely found,

Once more a son of Spenser waits,
Half Icarn’d, half painters, and half wits, abound; A name familiar to thy gates;
Few, like thy genius, at proportion aim,

Sprung from the chief whose prowess gain'd
All great, all graceful, and throughout the same. The garter while thy founder reign’d,
Such be thy life, O since the glosious rage

He offer'd here his dinted Shield, That fir'd thy youth: Aames volubdued by age;

The dread of Gauls in Cresü's field, Though wealth, nor fame, now couch thy faced which, in thy high-arch'd temple rais'd, mind,

For four long centuries hath blaz'd. Srill tinge the canvas, bounteous to mankind; These feats our fires, a hardy kind, Since after thee may rise an impious linc,

To che fierce sons of war confia'd, Coarse manglers of the human face divine, The flower of chivalry, who drew Paint on, cill fate diffolve thy mortal part,

With fincw'd arm the fubborn yew :
And live and die che monarch of thy art.

Or with heav'd pole-ax clear's the field;
Or who, in justs and tourncys skill'd,

Before their ladies eyes renown'd,
DEATH OF THE EARL OF CADOGAN.

Threw horse and horseman to the ground.

In after-times, as courts refin'd, Or Marlborongh's captains, and Eugenio's friends, Our patriots in the list were join'd. The last, Cadogan, to the grave defccnds :

Not only Warwick stain'd with blood, Low lies each hand, whence Blenheim's glory Or Maríborough near the Danube's flood, sprung,

(lung. Have in their crimlon crones glow'd; The chiefs who conquer'd, and the bards who

But, on just lawgivers bestow'd, Trom his cold corse though every friend be filed,

These emblems Cecil did inveít,
Lo! envy waits, that lover of the dead :

And gleam'd on wise Godolphin's bread.
Thus did she feign o'er Nassau's herte to mourn;
Thus wepo insidious Churchill o'er thy urn;

So Greece, ere arts began to rise,
To blast the living, gave the dead their due,

Fix'd huge Orion in the fkies,

And itern Alcides, fam'd in wars,
And wreaihs, herself had tainted, trim'd anew,
Thou, yet unnam'd to fill his empty place,

Bespangled with a thousand stars ;
And lead to war thy country's growing race.

Till letecr'd Athens round the pole Take every with a British heart can frane,

Made gentler constellations roll;

In the blue heavens the lyre the strung, sud palm to palm, and rise from fame to fame.

Anú near the Maid the * Balance hung, An hour must come, when thou shalt hear with rage

Then, Spenser, mount amid the band, rhyfelf traduc'd, and curse a thankless age : Where knights and kings promiscuous tand.

yet for this decline the generous (trife, rhele ills, brave man, ihall quic chce with thy life, * Names of wnfiellations.

Vus. VIII,

ON THE

What though the hero's flame repress’d

Was, ere the planter's hand its beauty gave Buras calmly in thy generous breast !

A common pit, a rude unfashion's cave. Yet who more dauntless to oppose

The landskip now so sweet we well may praise : In doubtful days our home-bred foes !

But far, far fweeter in its ancient days, Who rais'd his country's wealth so high,

Far fweeter was it, when its peopled ground Qr view'd with less defiring eye!

With fairy domes and dazzling towers was crown'd. The fage who large of soul surveys

Whete in the midst those verdant pillars fpring, The globe, and all its empires weighs,

Rose the proud palace of the Elfin king ;
Watchful the various climes to guide,

For every hedge of vegetable green,
Which feas, and tongues, and faiths, divide, In happier years a crowded street was seen ;
A nobler name in Windfur's fhrine,

Nor all those leaves that now the prospect grace, Shall leave, if right the muse divine,

Could match the numbers of its pygmy race, Than Sprung of old, abhorr'd and vain,

What urg'd this mighty empire to its fate, From ravag'd realms, and myriads Ilain.

A tale of woc and wonder, i relate.

When Albion rul'd the land, whofe lineage came Why praise we, prodigal of fame, The rage that sets the world on flane?

From Neptune mingling with a mortal dame, My guiltless muse his brow shall bind,

Their midnight pranks the sprightly fairies play'd Whose godlike bounty spares mankind.

On every hill, and danc'd in every shade. For those, whom bloody garlands crown,

But, foes to fun-fhine, most they took delight 'The brass may breathe, the marble frown,

In dells and dales conceal'd froni human fight : To him through every rescued land,

There hew'd their houfes in the arching rock; Ten thousand living trophies stand.

Or scoop'd the bofom of the blafted oak;
Or heard, o'ershadow'd by some shelving bill,

The distant murmurs of the falling rill.
KENSINGTON-GARDEN.

They, rich in pilfer'd fpoils, indulg'd their mirth, - Campos, ubi Troja fuit."-VIRG. And pity'd the huge wretched fons of earth.

Ev'n now, 'tis faid, the binds o'erhear their strain, Where Kensington high o'er the neighbouring And strive to view their airy forms in vain : lands

They to their cells at man's approach repair, 'Midst greens and sweets, a regal fabric, sands, Like the shy leveret, or the mother-hare, And fees each spring, luxuriant in her bowers, The whiłt poor mortals startle at the sound A snow of blossoms, and a wild of flowers, Of unseen footsteps on the haunted ground. The dames of Britain oft in crowds repair

Amid this garden, then with woods o'ergrown, To gravel walks, and unpolluted air.

Stood the lov'd seat of royal Oberon. Here, while the town in damps and darkness lies, From every region to his palace-gate They breathe in fun-fhine, and see azure skies; Came peers and princes of the fairy late, Each walk, with robes of various dyes bespread, Who, rank'd in council round the sacred trade, Seems from afar a moving tulip-bed,

Their monarch's will and great behests obey'a. Where rich brocades and glofly damasks glow, From Thames' fair banks, by lofty towers adorn'd, And chints, the rival of the showery bow. With loads of plunder ofe bis chicfs return'd:

Here England's daughter, darling of the land, Hence in proud robes, and colours bright and gay, Sometimes, surrounded with her virgin band, Shone every knight and every lovely fay, Gleams through the lades. She, towering o'er Whoe'er on Powell's dazzling flage display'd, the reft,

Hath fam'd King Pepin, and his court survey'd, Stands fairest of the fairer kind confess’d, (ny'd, May guess, if old by modern things we trace, Form’d to gain hearts, that Brunswick's cause de- The pomp and splendour of the fairy.race. And charny a people to her father's fide. [known, By magic fenced, by spells encompafs'd round,

Long have these groves to royal guests been No mortal touch'd this interdi&ed ground; Nor Nassau first prefer'd them to a throne. No mortal enter'd, those alone who came Ere Norman banners wav'd in British air ; Stol'n from the couch of some terrestrial dame : Ere lordly Hubba with the golden hair

For oft of babes they robb'd the matron's bed, Pour'd in his Danes; ere elder Julius came; And left some fickly changeling in their fead. Or Dardan Brutus gave our ifle a name;

It chanc'd a yoath of Albion's royal blood A prince of Albion's lineage grac'd the wood, Was foster'd bere, the wonder of the wood. The scene of wars, and ftain'd with lovers' blood. Milkah for wiles above her peers renown'd, You, who through gazing crowds, your captive Deep-skill'd in charms and many a mystic found, throng,

As through the regal domc she fought for prey, Throw pangs and passions, as you move along, Obferv'd the infant Albion where he lay Turn on the left, ye fair, your radiant eyes, la mantles broider'd o'er with gorgeous pride, Where all unlevell’d the gay garden lies : And stole him from the sleeping mother's side. If generous anguish for another's pains (veins, Who now but Milkah triumphs in her mind! Ere heav'd your hearts, or shiver'd through your Ah, wretched nymph, to future evils blind! Look down attentive on the pleafing dale, The time shall come when thou shalt dearly pay And listen to my melancholy tale.

The theft, hard-hearted! of that guilty day : That hollow space, where now in living rows Thou in thy turn shalt like the queen repine, Line above line the yew's sad verdure grows, And all her forrows, doubled, hall be thinc :

He who adorns the house, the lovely boy

All in a lawn of many a various hue Who now adorns it, thall at length destroy., A bed of flowers (a fairy forest) grew ;

Two hundred moons in their pale courte had seen 'Twas here one doon, the gaudieit of the May, The gay-rob'd fairies glimmer on the green, The ftill, the secret, filent, hour of day, And Albion now had reach'd in youthful prime Beneath a lofty tulip's ample shade To nitcteen years, as mortals measure time. Sac the young lover and th' immortal maid. Fluth'd with relistless charms he fir'd to love They thought all fairies flept, ah, luckless pair! Each nymph and little Dryad of the grove; Hid, but in vain, in the sun's boon-tide glare ! For skilful Milkah spar'd not to employ

When Albion, leaning on his Kenna's breast, Her utmost art to rear the princely boy ;

Thus all the softness of his foul exprest : Each supple limb she swach'd, and tender bove, “All things are hulh'd. The sun's meridian rays And to the Elfin standard kept him down ; « Veil the horizon in one mighty blaze : Bhe robb'd dwarf-elders of their fragrant fruit; « Nor moon nor star in heaven's blue arch is seen And fed him early with the daily's root,

" With kindly rays to silver o'er the green, Whence through his veins the powerful juices ran, “ Grateful to fairy eyes; they secret take And form'd in beauteous miniature the man. " Their rest, and only wretched mortals wake. Yet fill, two inches taller than the relt,

“ This dead of day I fly to thee alone, His lofty port his human birth confessid ;

† A world to me, a multitude in one. A foot in height, how stately did he now! " Oh, sweet as dew-drops on these flowery lawns, How lok superior on the crowd below!

“When the sky opens, and the evening dawns ! What knight like him could toss the rushy lance ! “ Straight as the pink, that towers so high in air, Who move so graceful in the mazy dance “ Soft as the blow-bell: as the daisy fair! A fhápe so nice, or features half so fair,

“ Bleft be the hour, when first I was con vey'd What elf could boa!! or such a flow of hair! “ An infant captive to this blissful shade! Bright kenna faw, a princess born to reign, “ And bleft the hand that did ny fórm refine, And felt the charmer burn in every vein.

" And shrunk my ftature to a match with thinc! She, heiress to this empire's potent lord,

« Glad I for thee renounce my royal birth, Prais'd like the stars, and next the moon ador'd. " And all the giant daughters of the earth. She, whom at distance thrones and princedoms “ Thou, if thy braalt with equal ardour burn, view'd,

“ Renounce thy kind, and love for love returu. To whom proud Oriel and Azuriel sued,

“ So from us two, combin'd hý nuptial ties, In ber high palace languish'd, void of joy, " A race of unknown demi-gods fhall rise. And pin'd in secret for a mortal boy.

“ O speak, my love! my vows with vows repay, He too was (mitten, and discreetly strove " And sweetly swear my rifing fears away." By courtly deeds to gain the virgin's love.

To whom (the shining azure of her eyes For her he cull'd the fairelt flowers that grew, Mere brighten'd) thus th' enamour'd maid ree Ere morning suns had drain'd their fragrant dew; plies: He chas'd the hornet in his mid-day flight,

" By all the stars, and first the glorious moon, And brought her glow-worms in the noon of aight; “ I swear, and by the head of Oberon, When on ripe fruits she cast a wishing eye, “ A dreadful oath! no prince of fairy line Did ever Albion think the tree too high!

“ Shall e'er in wedlock plight his vows with mine, He thow'd her where the pregnant goldfinch hung, “ Where'er my footsteps in the dance are seen, And the wren-nother bronding o'er her young ; “ May toadstools risc, and mildews blast the green, To her th' inscription on their eggs he read, “ May the keen east wind blight my favourite (Admire, ye clerks, the youth whom Milkah bred) “ flowers, To her he show'd each herb of virtuous joice, “ And snakes and spotted alders haunt my bowers, Their powers diftinguith'd and describ'd their use: “ Confin'd whole ages in an hemlock shade All rain their powers, alas! to Kenna prove, “ There rather pine I a niegleded maid, And well sung Ovid, “ There's no herb for love." “ Or worse, exil'd from Cynthia's gentle rays,

As when a ghoft, enlarg'd from realms below, “ Parch in the fun a thousand summer-days, Secks its old friend to tell some secret wo, “ Than any prince, a prince of fairy line, The poor fhade shivering lands, and mult doc " In facred wedlock plight his vows with mine." break

She ended : and with lips of rosy hue His painful silence, till the mortal speak :

Dipp'd five times over in ambrosial dew, So far'd it with the little love-fick maid,

Stified his words. When from his covert rear'd, Forbid to urcer, what her eyes betray'd.

The frowning brow of Oberon appear'd.
He saw her anguish, and reveal'd his fame, A fun-flower's trunk was near, whence (killing
And spar'd the blushes of the tongue-ty'd dame.

fight!)
The day would fail me, thould I reckon o'er The monarch issued, half an ell in height:
The lighs they lavilh'd, and the oaths they swore Full on the pair a furious look he cast,
In words so melting, that compar'd with those Nor spoke ; but gave his bugle-horn a blast
The niceft courtship of terrestrial beaux

That through the woodland echoed far and wid, Would fopod like compliments, from country And drew a (warm of subjects to his lide. clowns

[gowns. ' A hundred chofen knights, in wat renowc'd, To red check'd swest-hearts in their homs-fpun Drive Albion baoih'd fronu : be sacred groard,

And twice ten myriads guard the bright abodes, As through the Thames her backward course the Where the proud king, amidst his demi-gods,

guides, For Kenna's sudden bridal bids prepare,

Driven by his current up the refluent cides, And to Azuriel gives the weeping fair.

Along his banks the pigmy legions spread, If fame in arms, with ancient birth combin'd, She spies, and haughty Oriel at their head. A faultless beauty, and a spotless mind,

Soon with wrong'd Albion's name the hoft Shefires, To love and praise can generous souls incline, And counts the ocean's god among his fires : That love, Azuriel, and that praise, was thine. " The ocean's god, by whom shall be o'erthrown, Blood, only less than royal, fill'd thy veins, “ (Styx heard his oath) the tyrapt Oberon. Proud was thy roof, and large thy fair domains. " See here bencath a toadstool's deadly gloom Where now the skies high Holland-House in “ Lies Albion : him the fates your leader doom. vades,

“ Hear, and obey; 'tis Neptune's powerful call, And short-lis'd Warwick sadden'd all the shades, “ By him Azuriel and his king shall fall." Thy dwelling stood: nor did in him afford

She said. They bow'd: and on their fhields A nobler owner, or a lovelier lord.

up-bore For thee a hundred fields produc'd their store, With fhouts their new saluted emperor. And by thy name ten thousand vassals swore; Ev'n Oriel smild: at least to smile he trove, So lov'd thy name, that, at their monarch's And hopes of vengeance triumph'd over love. choice,

See now the mourner of the lonely shade All fairy thouted with a general voice.

By gods protected, and by hosts obey'd, Oriel alone a secret rage supprest,

A flave, a chief, by fickle fortune's play, That from his bosum heav'd the golden vest. In the short course of one revolving day. Along the banks of Thame his empire ran, What wonder if the youth, so ftrangely bles, Wide was his range, and populous his clan.

Felt his heart fluster in his little breat! When cleanly servants, if we trust old tales, His thick enbartied troops, with secret pride, Beside their wages had good fairy vails,

He views extended half an acre wide ; Whole heaps of silver tukens, nightly paid, More light he treads, more tall he seems to rise, The careful wife, or the neat dairy-maid,

And struts a straw-breadth nearer to the skies. Sunk not his stores. With smiles and powerful O for thy muse, great Bard", whose lofey ftrains bribes *c1 bat

In battle join'd the pigmies and the crancs He gain'd the leaders bfidis neighbour tribes Each gaudy knight, had I that warmth divine, And ere the night the riads of heaven had chang'd, Each colour'd legion in niy verse should shine. Beneath his banners balf the fairies rang'd. But simple I, and innocent of art,

Meanwhile, driven back to earth, a lonely way The tale, that sooth'd my infant years, impart, The cheerlefs Albion wander'd half the day, The tale I heard whole winter-eves, untird, A long, long journey, chok'd with brakes and And fing the battles, that my nurse inspir'de thorns

Now the fhrill corn-pipes, echoing loud Ill-measur'd by ten thousand barley-corns.

arms, Tir'd out at length, a spreading Atream he spy'd To rank and file reduce the ftraggling swarms. Fed by old Thame, a daughter of the tide :

Thick rows of spears at once, with fudden glare, 'Twas then a spreading Itream, though now its A grove of needles glitter in the air ; fame

Loose in the winds small ribbon-streamers flow, Obscur*d, it bears the Creek's inglorious name, Dipt in all colours of the heavenly bow, And creeps, as through contracted bounds it trays, | And the gay hoft, that now its march pursues, A leap for boys in these degenerate days.

Gleanis o'er the meadows in a thousand hues, On the clear crystal's verdant bank he stood, On Buda's plains thus formidably bright, And thrice look'd backward on the fatal wood, Shone Asia's fons, a pleasing dreadful light. And thrice he groan'd, and thrice he beat his in various robes their filken troops were seen, breast,

The blue, the red, and prophet's sacred green: And thus in tears his kindred gods addrest. When blooming Brunswick, near the Danube's " If crue, ye watery powers, my lincage came

food, * From Neptune mingling with a mortal dame; First fain'd his maiden sword in Turkish blood. * Down to his court, with coral garlands crown'd Unseen and filent march the flow brigades * Through all your grottoes waft my plaintive, Through pathless wilds, and unfrequented shades. found,

In hope already vanquish'd by surprise, " Andurge the god, whose trident shakes the earth, in Albion's power the fairy empire lies; * To graec his offspring, and assert my birth." Already has he seiz'd on Kenna's charms,

He said. A gentle Naiad heard his prayer, And the glad beauty trembles in his arms. And, touch'd with pity for a lover's care,

The march concludes: and now in prospect Shoots to the sea, where low beneath the tides

ncar, Old Neptune in th' unfathom’d deep resides, But fenc'd with arms, the hostile towers appear, Rous'd at the news, the sea's stern sultan swore For Oberon, or Druids falsely ling, Revenge, and scarce from present arms forbore; Wore his prime visier in a magic ring, Bue firft the nymph his harbinger he sends, Asd to her care the favourite boy commerds. • Mr. Addison

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A subtle sprite, that opening plots foretold The sea's great fire, with looks denouncing war, By sudden dimness on the beamy gold.

The trident shakes, and mounts the pearly car : Hence, in a crescent form'd, his legions bright With one rern frown the wide-Spread deep deWith beating bosoms waited for the fight;

forms, To charge their fues they march, a glittering band, And works the madding ocean into storms. And in their van doth bold Azuriel stand. O'er foaming mountains, and through bursting What rage that hour did Albion's soul possess,

tides, Let chiefs imagine, and let lovers guess!

Now high, now low, the bounding chariot rides, Forth illuing from his ranks, that Itrove in vain Till through the Thames in a loud whirlwind's To check his course, athwart the dreadful plain He strides indignant : and with haughty cries It shoots, and lands him on the destin'd shore. To fingle fight the fairy prioce defies.

Now fix'd on earth his cowering starure food, Forbear! ralh youth, th'unequal war to try ; Hung o'er the mountains, and o’erlook'd the wood. Nor, sprung from mortals, with immortals vie. To Brumpton's grove one ample stride he took, No god stands ready to avert thy doom,

(The vallies trembled, and the forests shook) Nor yet thy grandfire of the waves is come. The next huge step reach'd the devoted fhade, My words are vain no words the wretch can Where chok'd in blood was wretched Albion laid'; move,

Where now the varquilh’d, with the victors join'd, By beauty dazzled, and bewitch'd by love : Beneath the regal banners stood combin'd. He longs, he burns, to win the glorious prize, Thi embattellid dwarfs with rage and scorn he And sees no danger, while he sees her eyes.

past, Now from each hoit the eager warriors start, And on their town his eye vindiAive caft. And furious Albion Alings his hasty dart.

In deep foundations his strong trident cleaves. 'Twas feacher'd from the bee's transparent wing, And high in air th' uprooted empire heaves; And its shaft ended in a hornet's fling;

On his broad engine the vait ruin hung, But, toft in rage, it fiew without a wound, Which on the fue with force divine he flung : High o'er the foe, and guiltlefs pierc'd the ground. Aghast the legions, in th’approaching thade, Not So Azuriel's : with unerring aim

Th' inverted Ipires and rocking domes survey'd, Too near the needle-pointed javelin came, That downward tumbling on the host below Drove through the sevenfold thield, and filken veft, Crush'd the whole nation at one dreadful blow. And lightly raz'd the lover's ivory breaft. Towers, arms, nymphs, warriors, are together Rous’d at che fnart, and riting to the blow,

lost,

(ghoft. With his keen (word he cleaves his fairy foe, And a whole empire falls to soothe sad Albion's Sheer from the shoulder to the waste he cleaves Such was the period, long refrain'a by late, And of one arm the tottering trunk bereaves, And such the dowofall of the fairy ftare.

His useless steel brave Albion wèilds no more, This dale, a pleasing region, not unbleit, But fternly smiles, and thinks the combat o'er : This dale posleft they ; and had ftill poffeft; So had ic been, had aught of mortal strain, Had not their monarch, with a father's pride, Or less than fairy felt the deadly pain.

Rent from her lord th' invi lable bride, But empyreal forms howe'er in fight

Rath to diffolve the contract ftal'd above, Gash'd and dismember'd, easily unite.

The folenin vows and facred bonds of love. As some frail cup of China's purest mould, Now, wliere his elves so sprightly danc'd the round, With azure varnisa'd, and bedrope with gold, No violet breathes, nor daily paints the ground, Though broke, if cur'd by some nice virgin's His towers and people fill one common grave, hands,

A shapeless ruin, and a barren cave. In its old strength and pristine beauty stands; Beneath huge hills of smoking piles he lay The cumules of the boiling bohea braves,

Stunn'd and confounded a whole summer's day,
And holds secure the coffee's fablc waves : At length awak'd (sor what can long restrain
So did Azuriel's arm, if fame say true,

Unbody'd fpirits :) but awak'd in pain :
Rejoin the vital trunk whence first it grew; And as he saw the defolated wood,
And, whilft in wonder fix'd poor Albion stood,

And the dark den where once his empire flood,
Plung'd the curs'd fabre in his heart's warm blood. Grief chillid his heart: to his half-open’d eyes
The golden broidery, tender Milkah wove, In every oak a Neptune seem'd to rise :
The breast, to Kenna sacred and to love,

He fled: and left, with all his trembling peers, Lie rent and mangled : and the gaping wound The long possession of a thousand years. Pours out a flood of purple on the ground.

Through bush, through brake, through groves The jetty luftre fickens in his eyes :

and gloomy dales, On his cold cheeks thc bloomy freshness dies; Through dank and dry, o'er Dreams and flowery Oh Kenna, Kenna, thşice he try'd to say,

vales, Kenna, farewell:' and figh'd his soul away. Direct they fled; but often look'd behind,

His fall the Dryads with loud shrieks deplore, And stopt and Itarted at each ruftling wind. Fy fifter Naiads echo'd from the shore,

Wing'd with like fear, his abdicated bands hence down to Neptunc's secret realms con- | Disperse and wander into different lands. vey'd,

Part hid beneath the Peak's deep caverns lic, brough grots, and glooms, and many a coral fade. In Glent glooms, impervious to the lky;

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