viii Sonnet V. At the Sepulchre of Petrarch. From Lazzarini Page 95 .96 :.97 .98 .99 .100 ...101 ..102 103 104 105 106 Verses to Robert Anderson, M.D. with a Copy of the first TALES OF SUPERSTITION AND CHIVALRY. The Dark Ladie. 108 .111 THE SPIRIT OF THE AIR. BE hush'd, ye angry winds! that sweep, Resistless, o'er the polar coast; Thou swell'st no more, tremendous deep! I lock thee in eternal frost. My will supreme, mine awful sway, The earth, the air, the sea obey; My glance pervades the realms of space; Each hidden spring, this arm can trace; O'er all the prostrate world my power extends, Alike on Zembla's ice, on Zaara's burning sands. A 2 |