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Serve but to sport one flying moment o’er,
For me: may Passion ne'er my soul invade,
O guard me safe from Joy's enticing snare ;
But oft when Midnight's fadly folemn knell
Thus when the tranfient dream of life is fled,
* See SHAKESPEARE's Tempeft.
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Ode to the Genius of SHAKESPEAR E.
H A PT from the glance of mortal eye,
openSeeks it yon star-bespangled sky?
O'er yon bleak desert's unfrequented round
:: I. 2.
To trace serene the gloomy grove,
Then from her glowing lips these melting accents ... broke:
I. 3. « To Thee, my favourite son, belong “ The lays that steal the listening hour ; « To pour the rapture-darting song, “ To paint gay Hope's Elysian bower : “ From Nature's hand to snatch the dart, “ To cleave with pangs the bleeding heart, « Or lightly sweep the trembling string, “ And call the Loves with purple wing “ From the blue deep where they dwell 6. With Naiads in the pearly cell, “ Soft on the sea-born Goddess gaze*, “ Or in the loose robe's floating maze, “ Diffolv'd in downy flumbers rest; “ Or flutter o'er her panting breast. “ Or wild to melt the yielding foul, · Let Sorrow clad in sable stole “ Slow to thy musing thought appear; “ Or pensive Pity pale ; “ Or Love's desponding tale “ Call from th’intender'd heart the sympathetic tear."
II. 1. Say, whence the magic of thy mind ? Why thrills thy music on the springs of thought? Why, at thy pencil's touch refind, Starts into life the glowing draught? On yonder fairy carpet laid, Where Beauty pours eternal bloom, And Zephir breathes perfume; There nightly to the tranced eye Profuse the radiant goddess stood display'd, With all her smiling offspring nigh. Sudden the mantling cliff, the arching wood, The broidered mead, the landskip, and the grove, Hills, vales, and sky-dipt seas, and torrents rude, Grots, rills and shades, and bowers that breathed of
love All burst to fight!—while glancing on the view, Titania's sporting train brush'd lightly o'er the dew.