By rapture's blaze impell'd, they swell the artle lay. But ah! in vain they strive to sooth, Behold she comes, the fiend forlorn, With frantic fury and insatiate rage, She gnaws the throbbing breast and blasts glowing page. [4] Hymn to Adversity. ll'd, they swell the art Damp'd by the leaden hand of com ey strive to sooth, the tort'ring hours; rankling tooth, profusely pours. the fiend forlorn, or's settled gloom; satiate rage, dversity. Yet stay, O! stay, celestial p And with a hand of kind Dispel the boist❜rous storm t Destructive on the fav'rite O watch with me his last expirin And snatch him from the arms of death. Hark the Fatal Sisters [6] join, And with Horror's mutt'ring s Weave the tissue of his line, While the dreadful spell resou [5] The Progress of Poesy. [6] The Fatal Sisters, an Od "O'er the Muse's tuneful band- 'Tis done, 'tis done-the iron hand of pain, Thus fades the flow'r nipp'd by the frozen gale, Tho' once so sweet, so lovely to the eye: Thus the tall oaks, when boist'rous storms as sail, Torn from the earth, a mighty ruin lie. |