XXV. ON SITTING DOWN TO READ "KING LEAR" O golden-tongued Romance with serene lute! Give me new Phoenix-wings to fly at my desire. XXVI. READ me a lesson, Muse, and speak it loud I look into the chasms, and a shroud Vaporous doth hide them,-just so much I wist POSTHUMOUS POEMS. FINGAL'S CAVE. NOT Aladdin magian When he saw the churches seven, "What is this? and what art thou ?” Whispered I, and touch'd his brow; |