THE LUSIA D. BOOK IV. As the toft veffel on the ocean rowls, When dark the night, and loud the tempeft howls, That breaks and gleams, forbodes his watery grave; But when the dawn, all filent and ferene, With foft-paced ray difpels the fhades obfcene, Such darkling tempefts and portended fate, While weak Fernando lived, appall'd the state; B As |