He whirl'd the tempeft through the howling air, 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 hush'd the rebel elements to peace. Unlike to this in spirit or in mien b Another form fucceeded to my view; A two-legg'd brute which Nature made in spleen, Scarce could he fyllable the curfe he thought, The mongrel offspring of a Witch and Devil. c Next bloom'd, upon an ancient foreft's bound, b Caliban in the Tempest. © Fairy-land from the Midsummer Night's Dream. Through Through these the queen TITANIA pafs'd ador'd, Journeying to fee great OBERON her lord Wage the mock battles of a sportive war. Arm❜d cap-a-pee forth march'd the fairy king, Around their chief the elfin hoft appear'd; The scene then chang'd, from this romantic land, Where three fwart fifters d of the weird band 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 Diftill'd cold rheum's involuntary tears. Hors'd on three staves they posted to the bourn Of a rough rock, fhagg'd horribly with thorn, d The witches in Macbeth.. Deep Deep in a gloomy grot remote from day, Where smiling Comfort never fhew'd her face, They held damn'd myft'ries with infernal state, No human footstep cheer'd the dread abode, Sudden I heard the whirlwind's hollow found, Thro' troubled Earth's wide yawning surface 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, More had I feen-but now the God of day O'er earth's broad breast his flood of light had spread, When Morpheus call'd his fickle dreams away, And on their wings each bright illufion fled, • Ghosts in Macbeth, Richard III. &c. Yet Yet itill the dear ENCHANTRESS of the brain To grafp at air-blown bubbles of renown. Me (humbler lot!) let blameless blifs engage, If frailties there (for who from them is free?) 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, Teach me, what all believe, but few poffefs, Thus Thus cheaply wife, and innocently great, And when in death my peaceful afhes lie, If e'er fome tongue congenial speaks my name, |