XV.

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

XVI.

Next ARTHUR fat, at whofe aufpicious birth
In one fweet flower the blended roses join'd;
And HENRY next, fair plant of Scottish 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! illuftrious 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,

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(To worth like ours fhort date doth heav'n affign) "As one our fortune, one shall be our fame, "And long record our deathlefs names fhall join.

XX.

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

XXI.

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

"Loos'd from hell's confines, civil Discord fhook "The dubious throne, and tore the bleeding land.

XXIII.

"When ARTHUR died, imperious HENRY's thirst “Of subject's blood, nor heeded sex 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.

XXV.

"Yet ah! may pity move relenting heav'n! "Enough fhe groans beneath her prefent woe;

"Enough to vengeance is already given;

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

"blow."

XXVI.

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.

ODE

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 dædala tellus
Submittit flores; tibi rident æquora ponti;
Placatumque nitet diffufo lumine cælum.

LUCRETIUS.

ENCE, iron-fcepter'd WINTER, hafte

HE

To bleak Siberian wafte!

Hafte to thy polar folitude;

Mid cataracts of ice,

Whofe torrents dumb are stretch'd in fragments rude,

From many an airy precipice,

Where, ever beat by fleety show'rs,
Thy gloomy Gothic caftle tow'rs;
Amid whofe howling iles and halls,
Where no gay funbeam paints the walls,

On ebon throne thou lov'ft to shroud,
Thy brows in many a murky cloud.

E'en now, before the vernal heat,
Sullen I fee thy train retreat:
Thy ruthless hoft ftern EURUS guides,
That on a ravenous tiger rides,
Dim-figur'd on whofe robe are fhewn
Shipwrecks, and villages o'erthrown :
Grim AUSTER, dropping all with dew,
In mantle clad of watchet hue:

And COLD, like Zemblan savage seen,
Still threatening with his arrows keen;
And next, in furry coat embost
With icicles, his brother FRost.

WINTER farewell! thy forefts hoar,
Thy frozen floods delight no more;
Farewell the fields, fo bare and wild!
But come thou rofe-cheek'd cherub mild,
Sweeteft SUMMER! hafte thee here,
Once more to crown the gladden'd year.
Thee APRIL blythe, as long of yore,
Bermudas' lawns he frolick'd o'er,
With muskie nectar-trickling wing,
(In the new world's first dawning spring,)
To gather balm of choiceft dews,

And patterns fair of various hues,
With which to paint in changeful dye,
The youthful earth's embroidery ;