506] ANNUAL REGISTER, 1796. 
Pale shrouded beauty, kisses faint and cold, 
Or murmur words the parting angels said. 
Thoughts, when awake, their wonted trains renew 5 
With all their stings my tortured breast asfail ; 
Her faded form now glides before my view ;.- 
Her plaintive voice now floats upon the gale. 
The hope how vain, that time should brirg relief? 
Time does but deeper root a real grief. 
DESCRIPTION OF THE PERSON AND HABITATION OF DESPAIR. 
Froza Scuthey’s\ Foan of Arc. An Epic Poem, . 
AN aged man 
Sat near, seated on what in long-past days 
Had been some sculptured monument, now fall’n 
And half. obscured by moss, and gathered heaps 
Of withered yew-leaves and earth-mouldering bones : 
And shining in the ray was seen the track 
Of slimy snail obscene. Composed his look, 
His eye was large and rayless, and fix’d full 
Upon the Maid; the blue flames on his face 
Stream’d a drear light; his face was of the hue 
Of death: his limbs were mantled in a shroud. 
Then with a deep heart-terrifying voice, 
Exclaim’d the speétre, ‘f Welcome to these realms, 
These regions of Drsparr! O thou whose steps 
By Grier conducted to these sad abodes 
Have picrc’d ; welcome, welcome to this gloom 
Eternal ; to this-everlasting night ; 
Where never morning darts the enlivening ray, 
Where never shines the sun, but all is dark, 
Dark as the bosom of their gloomy king !’? 
Sa saying he arose, and by the hand 
The virgin seized with such a death-cold touch 
As froze her very heart ; and drawing on, 
Her, to the abbey’s inner ruin, led 
Resistless : through the broken roof. the moon 
Glimmer’d a scatter’d ray : the ivy twin’d 
Round the dismantled column : imaged forms 
Of saints and warlike chiefs, moss-eanker’d now 
And mutilate, Jay strewn upon the ground ; 
With crumbled fragments crucifixes fallen, 
And.rusted traphies ; and amid the heap 
Some monument’s defaced legend spake 
All human glory vain. | ; 
1's Blotas The loud blast roar’d 
Amid the pile; and from the tower the owl 
