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tions, in its sublime dicțion, in its virtuous sentiments. Its few inaccuracies weigh but as dust in the balance against its general merit. And, in short (if I may be allowed respectfully to differ from the high authority of a preceding note), I am of opinion, that this pastoral drama is both gracefully splendid, and delightfully instructive.
: Dr. TODD.
L’AL LE GRO.
Hence, loathed Melancholy,
Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born, ' In Stygian cave forlorn, 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights
unholy, Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous
wings, And the night raven sings;
There under ebon shades and low brow'd rocks, As ragged as thy locks,
In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Zephyr with Aurora playing,