Without a tongue, ufing conceit alone, Without eyes, ears, and harmful found of words; But ah, I will not-yet I love thee well; ON THE PRETERNATURAL BEINGS. The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen A local habitation and a name. Midfummer Night's Dream. I 2 ON THE PRETERNATURAL BEINGS. As the whole extent of the Poet's proA$ S the genius of Shakespear, through vince, is the object of our enquiry, we fhould do him great injustice, if we did not attend to his peculiar felicity in those fictions and inventions, from which Poetry derives its highest distinction, and from whence it first affumed its pretenfions to divine inspiration, and appeared the associate of Religion. The ancient Poet was admitted into the fynod of the Gods: he discoursed of their natures, he repeated their counfels, and, without the charge of impiety or prefumption, disclosed their diffenfions, and publish ed their vices: He peopled the woods with |