He whirl'd the tempeft through 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 embaffador of love
To man repentant, bade the tumult cease,
Smooth'd the blue bofom of the realms above,
And hufh'd the rebel elements to peace.

Unlike to this in spirit or in mien

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 could he fyllable the curse 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.

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

On the green carpet of th' unbended grafs,
A dapper train of female fairies play'd,
And ey'd their gambols in the watry glass,

That fmoothly stole along the fhad'wy glade,

Caliban in the Tempeft.

Fairy-land from the Midfummer Night's Diam.

Through these the queen TITANIA pafs'd ador'd,
Mounted aloft in her imperial car,
Journeying to see 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 fting,
The fharded beetle's fcale his fable shield.

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

The scene then chang'd, from this romantic land,
To a bleak wafte by bound'ry unconfin'd,

Where three smart fifters d of the weird band
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
Distill'd cold rheum's involuntary tears.

Hors'd on three staves they posted to the bourn
Of a drear island, where the pendant brow
Of a rough rock, fhagg'd horribly with thorn,
Frown'd on the boist'rous waves which rag'd below.
d The witches in Macbeth.

Deep

Deep in a gloomy grot remote from day,

Where fmiling Comfort never fhew'd her face, Where light ne'er enter'd, fave one rueful ray Discov'ring all the terrors of the place,

They held damn'd myst'ries with infernal state,
Whilft ghaftly spectres glided flowly by,
The fcritch-owl fcream'd the dying call of fate,
And ravens croak'd their baleful augury.

No human footstep cheer'd the dread abode,
Nor fign of living creature could be feen,
Save where the reptile fnake, or fullen toad,
The murky floor had foil'd with venom green.

Sudden I heard the whirlwind's hollow found,
Each weird fifter vanish'd into smoke.

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Now a dire yell of fpirits underground

Thro' troubled Earth's wide yawning furface broke;

When lo! each injur'd apparition rose;

Aghaft the murd'rer started from his bed ;

Guilt's trembling breath his heart's red current froze,
And Horror's dew-drops bath'd his frantic head.

More had I feen but now the God of day

O'er earth's broad breaft his flood of light had spread, When Morpheus call'd his fickle dreams away,

And on their wings each bright illufion fled.

Ghofts in Macbeth, Richard III. &c.

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Yet

Yet ftill the dear ENCHANTRESS of the brain

My waking eyes with wishful wand'rings fought,
Whofe magic will controuls th' ideal train,
The ever-restless progeny of THOUGHT.

Sweet pow'r, I said, for others gild the ray
Of Wealth, or Honor's folly-feather'd crown,
Or lead the madding multitude aftray

To grafp at air-blown bubbles of renown.

Me (humbler lot!) let blameless blifs engage,
Free from the noble mob's ambitious strife,
Free from the muck-worm mifer's lucrous rage,
In calm Contentment's cottag'd vale of life.

If frailties there (for who from them is free?)
Through Error's maze my devious footsteps lead,
Let them be frailties of humanity,

And my heart plead the pardon of my head.

Let not my reafon impioufly require

What heav'n has plac'd beyond its narrow span,
But teach it to fubdue each fierce defire,
Which wars within its own fmall empire, man.

Teach me, what all believe, but few poffefs,
That life's best science is ourselves to know,

The firft of human bleffings is to bless,

And happiest he who feels another's woe.

Thus

Thus cheaply wife, and innocently great,
While Time's smooth fand fhall regularly pass,
Each deftin'd atom's quiet course I'll wait,
Nor rafhly break, nor wish to stop the glass.

And when in death my peaceful afhes lie,

If e'er fome tongue congenial speaks my name,
Friendship shall never blush to breathe a figh,
And great ones envy such an honest fame.