X. All but Lorenzo ;--he with grief dismay'd, XI. But when each lamp by flow degrees expir'd, XII. The vaulted manfions of th' illuftrious dead XIII. There, as around the monumental maze 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 XVI. Next ARTHUR fat, at whofe aufpicious birth Yet green in death, the laft majestic fhade "All hail! illustrious partner of our fate, 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! 66 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. DE ON THE APPROACH OF SUMMER. BY A GENTLEMAN FORMERLY OF THE UNIVER SITY OF ABERDEEN. Te dea, te fugiunt venti, te nubila cæli, H LUCRETIUS. ENCE iron-fcepter'd WINTER, hafte Where far remote from man's refort Thou hold'st thy joyless court; M |