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Rh the pleasure of transcribing what follows, as an instance still more happy of Fancy employed in the treatment of feeling than, in its preceding passages, the Poem supplies of her management of forms.

'Tis that, that gives the Poet rage,

And thaws the gelly'd blood of Age;

Matures the Young, restores the Old,

And makes the fainting Coward bold.

It lays the careful head to rest,

Calms palpitations in the breast,

Renders our lives' misfortune sweet;

Then let the chill Scirocco blow,

And gird us round with hills of snow,

Or else go whistle to the shore,

And make the hollow mountains roar.

Whilst we together jovial sit

Careless, and crown'd with mirth and wit;

Where, though bleak winds confine us home,

Our fancies round the world shall roam.