XXV.
"Yet ah! may pity move relenting heav'n!
"Enough she groans beneath her present 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 illusion all dissolves in air.
ODE
ON THE
APPROACH OF SUMMER.
BY A GENTLEMAN FORMERLY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF ABERDEEN.
Te dea, te fugiunt venti, te nubila cœli,
Adventumque tuum; tibi suaveis dædala tellus
Submittit flores; tibi rident æquora ponti;
Placatumque nitet diffuso lumine cœlum. lucretius.