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• They breathe a foul to animate thy clay. • Bright Rapture calls, and foaring, as she
fings, • Waves in the eye of Heav'n, her many
« The verse adorn again • Fierce War, and faithful Love *, • And Truth fevere, by fairy Fiction drest, • In bulkin'd measures movet • Pale Grief and pleasing Pain, • With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing
breaft. • A Voice I, as of the Cherub-choir, • Gales from blooming Eden bear ; • And distant warblings || lessen on my ear, • That loft in long futurity expire.
* Fierce wars and faithful loves shall moralize my song;
Spenser's proeme to the Fairy Queen, + Shakespeare, | Milton. | The fuccefion of Poets after Milton's time,
* Fond impious Man, think'it thou yon fan
guine cloud, • Rais'd by thy breath, has quench'd the Orb
of day! • To-morrow he repairs the golden flood,
And warms the nations with redoubled ray. • Enough for me : with joy I fee • The different doom our Fates allign : • Be thine Despair, and sceptred Care; • To triumph, and to die, are mine'. He spoke, and headlong from the mountain's
height, Deep in the roaring tide he plung'd to end.
ORCADES of THORMODUS, TOR
TÆUS; HAFNIÆ, 1797, Folio : and also in BARTHOLINUS.
Fitt er orpit fycir valfalli, &
The Author once had thoughts (in concert
with a friend) of giving the History of Englise Poetry. In the Introduction to it he meant to have produced some specimens of the style that reigned in ancient times among the neighbouring nations, or those who had subdued the greater part of this Iland, and were our progenitors; the following three imitations made a part of them. He has long fince dropped his defign; especially, after he had heard, that it was already in the hands of a person well qualified to do it justice, both by his tafte and his research es into antiquity,
In the eleventh century, Sigurd, Earl of
the Orkney Isands, went with a fleet of ships, and a considerable body of troops,
а into Ireland, to the assistance of Siętryg with the filken beard, who was then making war on his father-in-law Brian King of Dublin : the Earl and all his forces were cut to pieces, and Sictryg was in danger of a total defeat ; but the enemy had a greater loss by the death of Brian their King, who fell in the action. On Christmas-day, the day of the battle, a native of Caithness in Scotland, faw, at a distance, a number of persons on horseback, riding full speed towards a hill, and seeming to enter into it. Curiosity led him to follow them, till looking through an opening in the rocks, he